Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 300 - 267: Wind Nine Shimmering Light, Hundred Paces Sword Control

Chapter 300: Chapter 267: Wind Nine Shimmering Light, Hundred Paces Sword Control

"Cough, cough..."

"You made one mistake. Although my physical body is severely injured, my Fist Intent is unharmed. With great effort, I can still deliver a few punches."

Xiao Ning tapped a few times on the wound on his right chest with his left hand, and the flowing blood stopped at his command.

"You all attacked Shanhe Manor, hurting my disciples and students. How could I let anyone escape?"

Clearly, Zhou Ping’an had underestimated the rage and killing intent in the heart of the Young Manor Master of Shanhe Manor.

The opponent was even prepared to fight to the death to eliminate all enemies.

This was actually normal.

Those who could master the Shanhe Fist Intent naturally had lofty aspirations and a will of iron, never admitting defeat.

Moreover, several people had broken into the manor, slaying on sight, effectively stepping on his head, and pressing at his door.

If he did not exterminate the powerful invaders,

his title of "Fist Dominating Mountains and Rivers" in Changyang Prefecture would practically be rendered nonexistent.

Therefore, he could not retreat.

Of course, there was another very important reason.

If he let anyone go today and word spread of his severe injuries, more demons would likely soon attack, and he couldn’t protect the person in the back courtyard either.

With this thought, Xiao Ning’s eyes filled with a blood-like resolution, his fists slightly staggered, and an extreme killing intent surged from his body.

He stepped forward.

His punch thundered down overhead.

While blood spilled from his mouth, he crazily propelled the Fist Strength from within his body.

"There’s no other way."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

He suppressed all distractions in his mind.

Facing a Fist Intent master wholeheartedly bent on a fight to the death.

Overthinking would only lead to death.

By now, he had pretty much figured it out.

His progress in Demonic Cultivation of the Five Desires was actually higher than that of the four others who had come, at least higher than He Sifang’s and Chen Guang’s.

This manifested in his body being more robust and powerful.

Moreover, he had another advantage.

That was the extremely high purity of his soul and much stronger spiritual power.

Therefore, even when facing the invasion of a Fist Intent master’s consciousness, he could mitigate some damage.

And that was his chance of victory.

Not like Chen Guang and the others, who couldn’t even withstand a full-force punch from Xiao Ning.

"I can handle two punches, the third will depend on fate."

Zhou Ping’an took a deep breath, faced the howling punch wind, and slashed swiftly with his palm like a knife.

This time, it really was a matter of who would die faster?

Two figures collided in a flash, their Vigorous Qi exploding in the impact.

Zhou Ping’an was sent flying backward, spitting blood, only to see Young Master Xiao’s face turning blood-red, seemingly at the end of his strength, yet he still twisted his body and launched a following punch.

Spurt...

The last punch from the Young Manor Master was only halfway through and hadn’t hit solidly when his body suddenly froze, and he brought his hands back to his brow.

Though his reaction was swift, his movements were already too slow.

From his flank, a delicate figure abruptly appeared, a flicker of cold light touching the back of his head.

The "Gang Qi" exploded with a crack.

Zhou Ping’an saw, as the Young Manor Master’s head, like fine sand, disintegrated under the thrust of that sword.

His headless body still stood upright, swayed slightly, and then thunderously fell.

"Shanhe Fist Intent is a fine treasure, just right to aid my comprehension of Sword Intent, Brother Zhou Chu, thanks a lot haha."

The beautiful girl wearing the black robe of a Subduing Demon Disciple, which hung loosely on her body, appeared behind Xiao Ning, her eyebrows dancing with glee.

Clearly, she was in a very good mood.

"Did you start with the intent to kill this ’Fist Dominating Mountains and Rivers’?"

Zhou Ping’an began to understand.

This woman, who called herself "Fang Sheng," the Female Swordsman, had initially vowed earnestly to split into two groups to stealthily assassinate Lady Feng Jiu, but it turned out to be all lies.

She had never even left, instead hiding near the group.

Watching them fight fiercely, calculating and risking their lives against each other, she simply struck with a light, easy sword thrust at the end and reaped success.

Seeing her laugh like that.

Obviously, her gains were substantial.

"Of course, Xiao Ning, whether it’s his cultivation or combat power, is extraordinary."

His Fist Intent was vast, his Fist Technique seamlessly transcended to sublime heights...

If faced head-on with this person, I simply had no way to handle him; resorting to a little trickery was also out of necessity.

Brother Zhou, considering the fact that this young lady saved your life, please leave on your own. I won’t kill you, nor covet your Martial Arts."

Fang Sheng said with a smile, "Finally, let me teach you one last lesson: during the Subduing Demon trial, never trust anyone..."

Also, if you are killed in the trial’s setting, the consequences will be very severe.

With damaged spiritual power, one’s physical body will also become weak and helpless, inevitably facing life-and-death crises.

The people I’ve encountered have changed numerous times, all because they were killed during the trial, leading to the Subduing Demon Order changing hands.

As for their fate, well, there’s no need to say more, is there?"

"Thank you, Miss, for letting me know."

Zhou Ping’an also smiled.

"There’s something I don’t understand; do you really think that Lady Feng Jiu poses no threat at all?

Once I leave, will you be able to take down that person descended from the Star God on your own?"

"You don’t know this, but when the Star God initially descends, their strength is extremely weak.

However, these beings always have various methods to find the protectors of this world.

Lady Feng Jiu, with unparalleled beauty, has enchanted the Young Master Xiao of the Manor into utter confusion, even dedicating his body to her.

If she were truly powerful, how could she possibly pay such a price?

To eliminate this person is merely a matter of capturing them; this small lady shall humbly accept the trial’s reward, and please, Brother Zhou, make your departure."

Zhou Ping’an knew that it really wasn’t possible to stay any longer.

Fang Sheng was still smiling, but deep in her eyes, there was a hint of impatience.

If he lingered any longer, she would start killing.

"It’s a pity, you were the one with the best chance to complete the trial; I hope next time I come, Miss Fang hasn’t had the Subduing Demon Order taken from her."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head in regret.

"What..."

Upon hearing something off in his tone, Fang Sheng’s eyes became alert like a bristled wild cat.

Her figure flashed, plunging into the void.

Although Zhou Ping’an had now acquired the Subtle True Intent and his sensitivity to the flow of air had greatly increased, he still could not see clearly how she maneuvered her movement technique or how she left her spot.

He couldn’t see clearly.

But someone could.

No, it was a sword.

A speck of starlight transformed into a sword, silently swift like a fish through water, moving so quickly that its shadow was nearly invisible.

With a "puff" sound, it thrust out from the side of the bamboo grove in the void.

As it drew a trail of blood, a rumbling sword cry could be heard in the distance, making one’s eardrums itch.

Fang Sheng’s plunging figure thudded to the ground, over ten zhang away from Zhou Ping’an, her long sword frantically swirling and creating a misty haze around her as it spun.

A deep and long wound had been slashed across her chest from her heart to her right rib, nearly splitting her heart in two.

In front of her, there was no human figure, just a sword, whistling as it slashed past... it seemed as though it had come to life, shaking its head and wagging its tail, revolving back and forth with swaying sword tip like a peacock spreading its feathers, slashing countless sword shadows.

"Hundred Paces Sword Control..."

Fang Sheng’s voice became extremely hoarse as she hurriedly moved closer to Zhou Ping’an.

Her long sword intercepted, creating sword Qi that was misty like smoke, making her figure also appear blurry.

"Shimmering Light."

A low chant came from a distance.

That handle-less fine sword suddenly increased in speed.

Piercing through the defensive haze of sword Qi around Fang Sheng, with a whoosh, it deflected and shot out...

Flowing like light, it pierced through Fang Sheng’s forehead and exited from the back of her head.

Drawing a long trail of blood mist, it flew far away.

Seeing the sword body pause, it was about to turn back.

And continue its deadly assault.

Once the sword was flung, it even managed to strike back and forth; although it fully attacked and pulled back, requiring a moment,

its close-range assault was incredibly nimble and quick, changing its angle of attack so bizarrely that it was almost impossible to guard against.

Zhou Ping’an admitted to himself that with his current speed, he couldn’t block this sword light’s thrust.

It was nothing more than letting the thicker parts of his body endure several more stabs and slashes of the sword light.

Watching the handle-less fine sword carrying a trail of rosy light, whistling back for another strike,

Under Fang Sheng’s slightly regretful gaze, he softly said, "Return."

In the moment her form blurred, a speck of starlight "whooshed" across the void right at Fang Sheng’s forehead, merging into Zhou Ping’an’s mind.