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Chapter 285 - 285 285 Northern Desert Mad Blade!

285: Chapter 285: Northern Desert Mad Blade!

285: Chapter 285: Northern Desert Mad Blade!

He Qiang’s face went blank.

Someone?

How had he not noticed?

Just then, a shadow noiselessly appeared outside the window.

It was like a demon emerging from the darkness.

It was chilling to the bone.

Under the hazy moonlight, He Qiang could see the man’s appearance clearly.

His skin was dark, and his features were plain—the kind you could easily lose in a crowd without a second glance.

But now, he exuded a chilling aura.

This aura pressed directly towards Zhou Yu and He Qiang.

Although He Qiang was a master of the great Innate realm, facing this terrifying oppressive aura, he actually trembled.

The shadow spoke indifferently.

“I’m somewhat surprised that you could detect me.”

Zhou Yu squinted his eyes.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t need to know that.

Today, I am here for He Qiang.

It concerns no one else; leave now, and I’ll spare your life.”

After speaking, he looked coldly at He Qiang.

“The fate of those who betray Master Jie is the same, and that is death.”

“He Qiang, will you end your life yourself, or shall I assist you?”

He Qiang’s face filled with rage.

“Master Jie, that scum, how dare he torture my mother with such despicable methods and still speak of betrayal so brazenly?”

“If you have the guts, kill me.

If I don’t die today, one day, I will surely kill him.”

A murderous glint briefly flashed through that man’s eyes.

“Daring to insult Master Jie, you deserve to die.”

In the midst of speaking, the man threw a punch towards He Qiang.

A visible wave of Gang Jin cut through the air, aiming directly at He Qiang’s head.

He Qiang’s face drastically changed; at the moment the man made his move, he was locked by the opponent’s aura, unable to dodge this strike in any way.

Moreover, the man’s strength was clearly no mere great Innate realm.

Facing this blow, He Qiang felt a surge of mortal danger.

Just then, Zhou Yu made his move.

He raised his hand to push He Qiang aside, then threw a punch.

Clang!

Zhou Yu’s fist instantly blocked that punch.

In that instant, a Golden Cauldron Phantom emerged around Zhou Yu’s fist.

A metallic collision sound accompanied it.

“Golden Cauldron Technique?”

“Who are you?

How do you know the Heavenly Master’s Golden Cauldron Technique?”

This man’s words surprised Zhou Yu.

He actually did not know his own name.

That shouldn’t be.

The news of him slaying the Heavenly Master should have already spread throughout the upper echelons of the Martial Arts World in the Qinzhou region.

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

“Tell me your origins, and I might also spare your life.”

The man was infuriated by Zhou Yu’s tone.

“Arrogant.”

“Let me show you my true power.”

As he spoke, he drew a long saber from behind.

The moment he drew the saber, his entire being seemed to merge with it.

A domineering saber aura surged towards the heavens.

He Qiang saw the saber and his face drastically changed.

“Mr.

Zhou, I remember now, he is the Crazy Saber of the Northern Desert, Ye Duanlong.”

“It is said that his saber once injured a transcending master.”

Just then, Ye Duanlong raised his saber, the sharp blade aura turning into a crescent that tore through the air towards Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu could feel that this saber attack indeed possessed formidable power.

“Such saber presence truly deserves the name ‘Crazy Saber’.”

While speaking, a fist phantom, shadowy and flickering, appeared above Zhou Yu’s head.

“Eight Desolations Fist!”

Boom!

A massive explosion sound followed, and in an instant, the villa’s glass and decorations all shattered.

In the chaos, Zhou Yu was hurled backward.

Ye Duanlong remained unmoved, his face cold.

“At your age, to have advanced your fist technique to this level is indeed genius, but unfortunately, you are still not my match!”

“Is that so?”

Zhou Yu arrested his backward motion.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, showing no fear, but instead, a look of excitement appeared on his face.

“Again.”

As he spoke, Zhou Yu rushed forward once more.

Ye Duanlong’s brows furrowed.

“Courting death.”

As he spoke, he swung his saber again, just as powerfully as before.

Zhou Yu was once again sent flying.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Zhou Yu appeared even happier.

“Again.”

Ye Duanlong exclaimed angrily, “Kid, you really don’t know how to die.”

Ye Duanlong continued to strike with his saber, Zhou Yu continued to be sent flying; in a blink, Zhou Yu was soaked in blood.

However, far from retreating, he fought more fiercely with each exchange.

Gradually, Ye Duanlong sensed something was off.

With every act of resistance from Zhou Yu, his aura seemed to climb.

Bang!

Another saber strike.

Ye Duanlong’s saber hit upon Zhou Yu’s fist.

However, this time, Zhou Yu was not sent flying.

His fist, incredibly, blocked Ye Duanlong’s slash.

Simultaneously, the aura emanating from Zhou Yu suddenly began to climb rapidly.

A smile appeared on Zhou Yu’s face.

“Thank you.”

“My Eight Desolations Fist technique is finally complete.”

Ye Duanlong’s expression froze, and then he realized; he was instantly enraged.

“You actually used me to refine your fist technique!”

“Die!”

Ye Duanlong’s saber erupted with an unprecedented blade aura, carrying a momentum that seemed to cleave through the void, and slashed towards Zhou Yu.