Ye Fan’s toes ground a half-inch-deep dent into the Blue Stone Slab, using the leverage to shoot toward the center of the hall like an arrow released from a string. He could clearly hear his own blood roaring in his ears—the result of the Unity of Heaven and Man talent pushing his five senses to their absolute limit. Even the crackling tremor of the air as black Qi gathered in Ye Wuji’s palms sounded like deafening thunder exploding beside his head.
"A junior courting death!" Ye Wuji’s roar shook stone dust loose from the ceiling, fluttering down as the wave of black Qi carrying the pressure of the Peak Gang-Transforming Realm reached right before his eyes. Ye Fan’s pupils constricted sharply. The power circulating within his Inner World suddenly erupted in his legs, and his entire body drifted sideways three inches like a willow catkin in the wind. The wave of Qi brushed past his waist, plowing a trench a foot deep into the floor as crushed stone flew in all directions. Two fragments grazed his left cheek, and the burning pain only served to clear his mind further.
"Senior Mo!" He twisted his body in mid-air, catching sight of Mo Liusu behind him slashing out three deep-blue sword auras. Though the blade bore no decorative patterns, the decades of bitter practice behind the master's swordsmanship meant the aura still carried a chill as bitter as the Hanyuan Sword. Ye Wuji was forced to turn sideways, his right palm striking out with two wisps of black Qi to meet the sword …
Chapter 347