Supreme Emperor of Swords

The young Jade Master’s face changed. As he waved his feather fan, the white energy soared. With the sound of the energy burst, he blocked all the black flowing light and shouted coldly, “Get the hell out of here, I don’t need you to interfere in my affairs.”

“Pedantic!” Black Inflammation, the mysterious master, said as he snorted.

“Today we work as a team, and each of us takes what he needs. Black Inflammation, better get to know where you stand. I will kill you in the future when we meet again.” Young Jade Master shook his folding fan, and suddenly the fan expanded around twenty or thirty times, turning into a large fan-shaped and two-handed sword. It was like a peacock flaunting its tail. The young Jade Master held the fan firmly. The aura he released was the purest Text of Taixuan Sword-seeking scripture. His temperament changed completely. He shouted at the other people around, “today I fight Wang Juefeng, Young Poison Master fairly. Whoever dares to intervene is my enemy.”

“Whatever,” Black Inflammation’s voice was so cold as it came out from deep underground. He shrugged indifferently. “Kill the other pig first.”

Before he finished his words, he turned into a cloud of a faint black flowing fog, and flew towards Ding Hao’s direction in the distance. He was able to get close to him quickly, without being influenced by the thunder and lightning all over the sky.

Wang Juefeng did not stop him and he sighed as he looked at the young Jade Master. He said, “You are a good person, why would you turn into a bandit?”

“Our ideas are different,” the young Jade Master smiled and said. “Losers are always in the wrong. The future generation can comment about us. What I do is also for the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Let’s have a joyful fight today.”

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Black Inflammation obviously had mastered a secret of being effective for a short period of time or he had some treasures. He turned into the black flowing smoke like a fish swimming in water; he flew past the thunder and lightning plasma skillfully and freely. In an instant, he reached the lawn of the Sword-hidden Peak.

“Well?” His eyes suddenly widened and he felt that things were discouraging.

Because under the peach tree, Ding Hao should have been sitting to resist the tribulation, but unexpectedly, he had disappeared.

The endless thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck the white fat cat. The cat was struck black and screamed loudly. It rolled back and forth, and it was all injured, but it obviously had an incredible self-healing ability. Almost at the moment of being struck into pieces by lightning, the cat reassembled himself again.

Of course, that wasn’t critical.

The critical point was, where was Ding Hao?

The poor man should have stayed there to pass his tribulation, but unexpectedly, he had mysteriously disappeared.

That should be impossible.

Unless…

“Damn… we are trapped,” a voice came from not far away. Meanwhile, Painting’s face changed; he had used a secret skill to enter the thunder and lightning sea and tried to withdraw at once.

But it was late.

Because at that moment—

“Since you are here, you may as well stay and make the best of it. Ding Hao hasn’t entertained you yet. Why are you in a hurry to leave?”

Ding Hao’s voice rang suddenly, coming from the thunder and lightning plasma all over the sky.

As he had not finished his words, the Sword-hidden Peak shook; suddenly, streams of the surrounding sword light rose into the sky. The strange inscriptions of Chinese characters were flickering in thunder and lightning, with every Chinese character releasing a marvelous power. Such power also flickered in all directions—

“Thunders above the vast sea, the sky is changing at this October midnight. Like dragons and snakes that failed to hibernate, lightning crossed between sky. It ran over empty mountains and sheer cliffs. There is no need for lightning to envy the power of the wind and rain since it showed its full strength at Emperor Chu’s terrace.”

“A man leaning against a pillar laughed at Thunder God, who struck a crooked pine deep in the forest. If the god has an intention to resuscitate the word, how should it awake the Sleeping Dragon Zhuge Liang?”

“The world is shaking with thunder and bright with lightning, and the rain came down in torrents. As arrows are falling down pouring on Maling Path, the roof tiles in Kunyang City all trembled fiercely… When it stops thundering tomorrow, I shall go to waterfalls to listen to the waves, to search for my dreams.”

“The thunder rides over rains and the dragons rise while lightning crosses the sky like wild arrows. The Central Plain has been in wars for fifty years, at which the god was enraged and had it cleared. Driven to distraction, tribesmen of Nvzhen went to the army wishing for death, hands tied behind their backs. Having heard that the general Xue Rengui suppressed the rebels in Mount Tian with three blows, why did the troops throw away their armors and weapons, which piled up as high as Mount Xiong’er? As news of victory came to the palace quickly, the emperor was overjoyed with the officials. Closing the gate, they would hold entertaining activities to celebrate, and gather thousands of officials to observe the swords and armors. The residents of Chang’an City, young or old, were pleased to see the sun shine onto Wei River, and they would have a life of peace since then. No one dared to covet the vast An’xi area any longer!”

The bucked-sized Chinese characters suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Those Chinese characters released a two-colored light of gold and silver, and they were interlinked closely, like chains. They were also like a crawling divine dragon. They were flickering amidst the thunder and lightning plasma, floating and circulating.

Each line was famous, with retellings of thunder and lightning written by great poets and writers of the antiquity, back in Ding Hao’s previous life on earth. The poems were concise, containing deep meaning and a strange aura was secretly released. A complete poem was well-cohered, covertly in line with some thunder and lightning laws. By combining such thunder and lightning force and taking the Sword-hidden Peak as a center, suddenly, a large inscription formation of thunder and lightning appeared.

Countless light rings appeared in the thunder and lightning. Layers of thunder and lightning spread like the sea waves and swept all places, eventually merging into a huge light prison with inscriptions, completely blocking the space within one kilometer.

Ding Hao loomed up among the energy flashes, gradually appearing.

The liquid thunder and lightning were twining around his hair; other bits were wandering on the surface of his body like a reincarnated demon. His body was covered with the Qi armor condensed by the Hell Ice Qi. The model was simple and unsophisticated. On the surface of the armor, the inscription of Chinese characters was flickering, breathing in the thunder and lightning strength. Only his face was exposed, the rest of his body parts were covered by the pure silver armor.

“You… actually… have already entered the Primordial Grand-master Realm ?” Painting instinctively did not feel that fact encouraging.

Without the magic flying device on his feet, Ding Hao could still hover in the void, among the bursts of electric energy. There was only one explanation for his behavior: he had reached the Primordial Grand-master Realm long before… But what about the endless thunder tribulation at the moment?

Did it emerge not only for Ding Hao?

It was impossible. The two Qi dragon-like columns obviously meant that Ding Hao was undergoing a tribulation. If the thunder and lightning plasma had not emerged for Ding Hao, for whom did it emerge? How could Ding Hao reach the Primordial Grand-master Realm without stirring up the thunder tribulation?

One mystery after another made superiors feel confused in a moment.

Ding Hao did not answer, but he molded a handprint.

In the next moment, the surrounding inscriptions of Chinese characters became more and more hectic, breathing the strength of thunder and lightning. In the huge inscription light formation, the thunder and lightning plasma became irritable and released a strange fluctuation in the vibrating space. Right after, with two grunts, human figures appeared. Book and Sword, hiding in the dark, were forced to show up.

“Kill!” Black Inflammation responded first. He shouted and turned into a black fog as quick as lightning, then rushed at Ding Hao.

Quite obviously they were schemed against and trapped. Although the trap was unknown, it was very clear that nobody knew what would happen if it dragged on. Black Inflammation’s wishful thinking was very obvious. It was said that to shoot a man, one first had to shoot his horse; capture the chief of the rebel force. Kill Ding Hao first, then tackle the inscription formation of thunder and lightning; that was the only choice.