Chapter 219: It’s Over

Shang Xia’s sword boundary disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

A casual smile could be seen on his face when he withdrew his sword formation. It was in stark contrast to the sorry look on Yang Chao’s face which still had blood trickling down it.

The victor was clear.

“You…” Yang Chao had an unresigned expression on his face, but his reluctance to accept the situation was accompanied by confusion and fear. Everyone could see how flustered he was.

“Many thanks for the lesson.” Shang Xia cupped his fists towards Yang Chao to declare the end of the battle.

“Much obliged. In the future, I will definitely look for Brother Shang to practice my sword art in the future.” After experiencing what just happened, Yang Chao understood clearly that he would never be Shang Xia’s opponent as long as they were both in the Martial Extremity Realm. The only way he could attain victory would be to enter the Martial Intent Realm before challenging Shang Xia again.

“Well said.” Shang Xia praised sincerely. Regardless, he managed to gain quite a bit of insight after fighting Yang Chao.

As Yang Chao turned to walk away, he was received by a group of young disciples from the Yanmen Institution. There was a complicated look in their eyes when they looked at Shang Xia, but there were traces of admiration hidden in there.

Shang Xia swept his gaze across the crowd at the same time and discovered that all of them had subconsciously taken a step back. Ma Qi who was jumping around a moment ago was nowhere to be seen.

His amazing sword art scared away everyone who was harboring evil thoughts in their mind, but the battle between the Martial Intent Realm experts was still raging on behind him.

Just as he was about to throw himself into the fray, an arrogant laughter tore through the skies as a figure started to approach them. “I heard that there’s a showdown between powerful swordsmen here and found it slightly interesting. My elder specifically instructed me to head over for some practice, saying something about how we can all learn from each other. Well, I don’t really believe him but I can’t really ignore my elders now, can I?”

As the voice rang through the skies, a youngster clad in light green robes appeared at the end of the street, behind the mob of masked cultivators. He held a sword sheath in one hand while resting the blade of the sword on his shoulders.

He was pretty handsome, but the impatient look in his eyes diminished his otherwise perfect appearance. The corners of his lips were slightly raised upwards and he managed to portray a perfect expression fitting of someone who was asking to be beaten up.

Swinging his sword around, he sneered with disdain, “... What the hell… I was still in the middle of a pai gow match.”

Looking at every single cultivator in front of him, he discovered that all those in masks had lowered their heads in fright to avoid meeting his gaze.

“Well, who the hell is called Shang Xia? Get out here and fight with me. Let’s end this quickly.” With the corners of his lips trembling slightly, his expression became even more wretched. However, his tone became all the more sincere, forming a disgusting contrast. “Relax. We’re just exchanging pointers. I’ll stop before I actually hurt you. There’s no need to be afraid. No lives will be lost today.”

Facing the sudden assault on the Shang Clan’s convoy the moment they returned from the battlefield between two worlds, Shang Xia could be said to be more surprised than angry. After all, why would anyone attack the Shang Clan in the Tongyou City? Did they think that the Tongyou Institution was there for show?

However, the repeated challenges caused his emotions to shift yet again. The shock he felt was starting to diminish as a sense of irritation was starting to overwhelm him.

He had originally dealt with the threat that was the group of masked cultivators who wanted to raid the Shang Clan convoy. Just as he was about to return to help Shang Xi and Yan Qi, Li Xi appeared to stop him.

If that was all, Shang Xia might have let it be, but right after Li Xi’s departure, Ma Qi jumped out of nowhere to cause trouble. Next came Yang Chao of the Yanmen Institution. All of them wanted to exchange pointers with Shang Xia, seemingly inspired by the person before them. Moreover, all of them acted as extremely arrogantly as though they were better than Shang Xia.

Shang Xia was extremely annoyed by the entire situation. It didn’t matter if the members of the other institutions didn’t come out to help earlier when they were in danger. Now, they were popping up one by one to challenge him. If they weren’t students of the other institutions and they were back in the battlefield between two worlds, Shang Xia would have already unleashed his Yin Yang Sword Formation to kill them all. Now, he had to keep the relationship between the five institutions in mind and allow them to leave with their prides relatively intact. At the very least, he couldn’t critically wound them!

Never in his wildest imagination would he expect someone to appear out of nowhere saying that they were there to challenge him after receiving orders from their elder.

Hou Yuchun, the newly arrived disciple, didn’t see the previous battles. However, his wealth of experience made him feel as though his elder’s instructions to fight with some random bumpkin whose name he hadn’t heard of before was extremely degrading. He felt that with his mastery over his sword art and his battle experience, taking care of anyone at the same cultivation level would be a piece of cake. That explained his pretentious entrance.

Shang Xia’s heart was burning with anxiety with the battle between Martial Intent Realm experts raging behind him. Since some random asshole appeared while spouting a whole bunch of bullshit, Shang Xia’s anger reached its peak.

However, Hou Yuchun was apparently not done. He continued, “Fuck! Are you a mute or something?! This daddy here left three hundred pieces of silver essence back at my game! If I fail to return in the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, that piece of shit dealer will take my money away!”

“The time it takes a stick of incense to burn is too long!” A voice interrupted Hou Yuchun as Shang Xia turned to face him. “I’m the person you[‘re looking for. Right now, I promise you that you’ll definitely make it back in time for your game! In fact, this won’t take long at all.”

“Hah. Many thanks then. It would be great if you would admit defeat right now…” Hou Yuchun revealed a toothy grin and released a burst of inner qi the moment he confirmed his opponent’s identity. The ground around him shattered as the crack extended several feet away.

He didn’t think that it was inappropriate at all. After all, he wanted to end the battle as soon as he could. He didn’t think that Shang Xia would admit defeat without a fight anyway. As such, he released his inner qi and lunged at Shang Xia without warning.

Unfortunately for him, he was bound to be disappointed this time. His opponent was no ordinary cultivator. As he approached, he was stopped by an even more frightening sword qi. In the face of Shang Xia’s sword qi, he felt that he became weaker than a baby!

Even though they were still separated by a distance of a few feet, Shang Xia’s sword qi had already arrived. The structures at the side of the road were turned to dust in the face of overwhelming power.

“Please spare my life!” Hou Yuchun’s body froze in mid air as he faced the terrifying sword qi released by Shang Xia. The sword qi had already exceeded his scope of understanding and he lost all courage to fight. His previous arrogance was nowhere to be seen as he forced the four words out of his mouth.

“Stay your sword!” A familiar voice rang through the air but even though Hou Yuchun recognized the person who spoke, despair still filled his heart. He knew that even with the appearance of the newcomer, it won’t be enough to save his life. His fate was held in the hands of the opponent he challenged earlier.

Regardless, dying under the blade of someone who comprehended such a powerful sword qi wasn’t such a bad thing.

Just as he was about to accept his fate, the sword qi that was about to send him to the depths of hell dissipated.

Staring at Shang Xia in confusion, he soon found himself tumbling through the air. He flew several hundred feet away from his original location.

“I told you. Our battle won’t take long. You’ll definitely make it back before the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.” Shang Xia’s voice rang through the air. Hou Yuchun cut a sorry figure as he was sprawled out on the ground like a dead dog and a sword stabbed deep into the ground three inches away from his nose.