Chapter 527 - 537: The Sorrow of Cloud Concealment

Who was Qii Yue? The Peak Master of Cloud Conceal Peak of the Celestial Profound Sect, an undisputed master of the older generation. But now, Liu Xiaomo was actually threatening to challenge him. This was a blatant provocation against the Celestial Profound Sect.

At that, the expressions of everyone from the Celestial Profound Sect changed in unison.

Du Qianqian grit her teeth and said in a low voice, "This Liu Xiaomo is simply too arrogant."

Yum Tianyang frowned and said, "This young man’s Swordsmanship is extraordinary, far surpassing his peers. But he’s too full of youthful vigor, boundlessly arrogant."

Tangg Guanzhong pondered for a long moment, his gaze shifting subtly toward Wen Qingye, who stood behind the crowd.

Hua Lie’s expression was as dark as water. Just as he was about to speak, Qii Yue extended a hand and looked at Liu Xiaomo. "As expected of the disciple of the Sword Sect’s Sword Fairy, Yue Mingzhu. As someone from your master’s generation, I will offer you some guidance today."

Liu Xiaomo looked at Qii Yue, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Guide me? We’ll see if you have the skill for that."

Brash and full of himself, Liu Xiaomo’s words were boundless in their arrogance. This was too much for the people of the Seven Peaks in Absolute Peak Hall. All of them frowned, unable to restrain the anger in their eyes.

"Arrogant!"

Qii Yue bellowed, his body leaping through the air to land directly opposite Liu Xiaomo. He gave a sharp cry.

"Make your move!"

Liu Xiaomo looked at Qii Yue before him. Though his words had been full of confidence and pride, his heart grew heavy now that he was actually facing the man.

No matter what, the man before him was the Peak Master of Cloud Conceal Peak of the Celestial Profound Sect, a top-tier master from the older generation.

"Let me see the Sword Dao of Cloud Conceal Peak for myself."

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

With a wave of the short sword in his hand, Liu Xiaomo sent three barely perceptible Sword Auras pulsing from the blade, shooting toward Qii Yue’s throat, heart, and the Qi Sea at his waist.

When Qii Yue saw the three Sword Auras, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He viciously swung his own sword at the three incoming attacks.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

With a single pass of his blade, Qii Yue sliced through the three Sword Auras. But his own Sword Aura, hidden in the air and gathering power for some time, now surged forward like a tidal wave.

Liu Xiaomo immediately stomped his foot and shot forward, becoming a series of afterimages. In that blur of rapid movement, he dodged Qii Yue’s Sword Aura, and at the same time, brought his own sword in close to Qii Yue’s body.

CLANG!

Qii Yue had clearly noticed Liu Xiaomo’s intent. Their swords collided in mid-air. The sharp ringing of metal on metal echoed in everyone’s ears, the frequency of the impact making their hearts tremble slightly.

A huge storm seemed to form at the epicenter of the two swords, spreading out and sweeping madly toward the surroundings.

"A sword domain!?"

The surrounding crowd all rose to their feet and began to slowly back away, their eyes filled with irrepressible shock.

Immediately after, boundless Qi Auras began to spread madly outward from where the two clashed. The crowd could no longer see the combatants, but they could feel the sharp killing intent within.

"Cloud Concealment’s Long Wind!"

Qii Yue’s calm and steady voice echoed in everyone’s ears. From within the boundless Qi Auras, a sharp sword tip emerged, thrusting toward Liu Xiaomo.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

Liu Xiaomo’s body was hidden within the boundless hurricane of Qi Auras. Seeing Qii Yue’s sword tip piercing through, his own blade let out a soft hum before he swept it out, seemingly carrying with it a vast and endless amount of Powerful Qi.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

Awe-inspiring explosive reports echoed through the air, ringing in the ears of the crowd.

Gu Yifeng looked at Liu Xiaomo in mid-air, his tone rising slightly as he said, "Is that the long-lost Fourteen Ways of Ghost and God Slaying?"

"What!?"

As Gu Yifeng’s words fell, the surrounding crowd turned pale with shock.

"Isn’t the Fourteen Ways of Ghost and God Slaying rumored to be an incomplete Immortal Sword Technique? And it was lost long ago!"

"Could the Sword Sect have obtained the incomplete Immortal Technique? They’re too good at keeping secrets, only revealing this now."

"Liu Xiaomo is truly a prodigy of the sword. To have mastered that incomplete Immortal Technique at only sixteen... his talent is unparalleled!"

Countless people looked up at the dazzling Liu Xiaomo, their pupils trembling.

The higher the grade of a Martial Art, the more powerful it was, but also the more difficult to cultivate. For Liu Xiaomo to have successfully cultivated an incomplete Immortal Technique was undoubtedly proof of his peerless talent.

Qii Yue took a few small steps back, an unprecedented gravity in his eyes. ’This Liu Xiaomo’s talent is simply too immense. For him to wield such a powerful Sword Technique with such skill... give him time, and who in the entire Eastern Profound Domain will be his match in Swordsmanship?’

"In that case, let’s settle this."

Liu Xiaomo took a deep breath, his sword once again thrusting forward like a dancing dragon-snake.

"Fourteen Ways of Ghost and God Slaying!"

High in the air, several blue Sword Auras surged madly from Liu Xiaomo’s hand. Even those seated couldn’t help but be moved by the sharpness of the attacks.

Daoist Shangxuan looked at Liu Xiaomo, tilted his head up, and muttered to himself, "The third level of Tunnel Swordsmanship?"

Qii Yue’s heart was pounding, and the sword in his hand began to tremble slightly along with his palm.

"Cloud Concealment and Long Rainbow!"

Qii Yue’s sword turned completely red, emitting a boundless crimson light that seemed to make it impossible for the crowd to open their eyes. Its tip shot directly toward Liu Xiaomo’s short sword.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Sword strikes collided, creating a cacophony of metallic ringing and countless sparks.

Suddenly, an unexpectedly loud Qi Burst rang out. Hua Lie quickly stretched a hand forward, unleashing his vast cultivation. The vigorous aura immediately suppressed the shockwave that was about to erupt.

The two combatants in front separated, their figures flashing apart as they faced each other.

Liu Xiaomo smiled and shook his head. "So this is all there is to the Swordsmanship of Celestial Profound Sect’s Cloud Conceal Peak."

As soon as he said this, the surroundings erupted in an uproar.

"Liu Xiaomo actually won?"

Gu Yifeng’s expression changed drastically. He shot to his feet, staring in astonishment at the two people standing before him.

"What just happened?" Sunx Li said, dumbfounded.

Wen Qingye shook his head and said, "Peak Master Qii has lost."

The hall fell silent. Everyone stared in disbelief at the two standing there, their hearts pounding. Qii Yue had really lost. The Peak Master of Celestial Profound Sect’s Cloud Conceal Peak had really lost. Lost to him.

The Ghost Sword! Liu Xiaomo!

Qii Yue gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "If I hadn’t used my superior cultivation to forcefully break your Fourteen Ways of Ghost and God Slaying just now, I might have been severely injured. I have lost this time, but the Swordsmanship of my Cloud Conceal Peak has not!"

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

The moment Qii Yue finished speaking, a burst of laughter that seemed to pierce the clouds rang out.