Chapter 268 I Want to Join the Dragon Court

The middle-aged swordsman is thrown away.

His back is injured with a sword cut, which bleeds profusely.

The snow beneath his body has been stained with blood.

The white snow melts for the hot blood.

As a victor, Gao Ge feels so good to see that.

The middle-aged swordsman gets up slowly.

Gasping heavily, he stares at Gao Ge and Xia Lu next to him with a ferocious look.

“Shame on you...” He says resentfully.

In his eyes, Gao Ge is too shameless to be a cultivator.

It should be a fight between two men. How could Gao Ge ask for help?

Moreover, how could Gao Ge throw a sneak attack on him while he was confronting Xia Lu?

Scolded by the middle-aged man, Gao Ge feels rather bad.

It is hard to imagine that a man who claims to rob your things accuses you of being shameless in the end.

“Man, who on earth is the shameless one, you or me?” Gao Ge can’t help asking.

The middle-aged man is out of breath.

His face is full of confusion.

It is beyond his understanding why Gao Ge can show up behind him without being noticed.

If it were not for the sword touching his back, he could’ve never noticed him.

He could never sense the fluctuation of his Qi.

Gao Ge won’t solve his doubt. With the help of the powerful Sky Covering Umbrella he ate in the Heaven School as well as his Ghost-like Steps, it is not difficult for him to strike a sneak attack on someone.

Yet, the man won’t know the answer anyhow.

“Stop talking crap with him. Just kill him.” Xia Lu says in a deep voice.

The middle-aged swordsman felt that the girl was pretty but now in his eyes, she is terrible.

She just wants to kill him.

In no way is she pretty!

Gao Ge is not a determined man. Now he is convinced by Xia Lu so he strikes at the middle-aged swordsman with his Flying Star Sword.

“Hem. Are you qualified to kill me?” The middle-aged swordsman grits his teeth. With blood filling between his teeth, he looks like having eaten some creature in raw. He holds the long sword and throws a slash with surging sword spirit.

This slash is much more ferocious than before.

Apparently, he is throwing the helve after hatchet.

“Good one!”

Gao Ge is not fearful at all.

This middle-aged man has been slashed with his blood streaming down.

If Gao Ge cannot defeat the man in such a status, he may as well bury his own head into the snow and commit suicide.

“This sword move is called Prestige of Heaven!”

The sword spirit suppresses the speed of Gao Ge.

Gao Ge has to withstand the huge stress for every step he takes.

He feels like approaching the tube-shaped apartment in Suzhou.

It is also like marching towards the snow mountain through the snowstorm with Xia Lu before.

The middle-aged swordsman is near at hand but the distance is like 100 zhang (about 333 meters) away.

Xia Lu also can’t help retreating.

She is not as strong as Gao Ge. Thus, at the moment, she can’t help Gao Ge. It is even a problem whether she can stand firmly.

Gao Ge grits his teeth with his facial expression even more ferocious.

His Flying Star Sword is humming.

His fighting spirit is flaring.

He raises his arm slowly. Now he feels that his Flying Star Sword is extremely heavy, which reflects the importance of lifting jack.

“Go away!”

Gao Ge shouts.

His voice spreads rather far, shaking off a lot of snowflakes.

His power of stars flows madly into the Flying Star Sword, making the sword radiate brilliant light.

In the deep forest, a few growls of beasts can be vaguely heard, which seems to be threatening and yet fearful for Gao Ge.

“This sword move of mine is called Shattering the Heaven!”

Gao Ge laughs out loud with his Longgu (a cheek type in face reading) standing out.

Two gusts of sword spirits hit against each other, causing a small-scale explosion.

Snow keeps collapsing in the mountain.

Luckily, there is no snow slide.

Otherwise, Gao Ge is literally hurting himself by his own doing.

Boom.

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The two gusts of sword spirits cancel out.

Gao Ge throws a slash to break off the resistance.

He pierces through the middle-aged swordsman.

The swordsman is dripping with blood. His clothes have been slashed, leaving a long cut...

The snow in the mountain keeps collapsing and then restores to quietness in the end. Yue Xincheng, who is panting for breath, wipes off the sweat on his forehead.

“It freaks me out. I thought it was a snow slide.” Yue Xincheng says grinningly.

He is sitting on a man of the West Huaxia Iron Fist, who is becoming colder gradually.

In fact, Yue Xincheng did nothing but defeat him without throwing any fatal strikes at him.

The man of the West Huaxia Iron Fist on which he is sitting was killed by the young man with a crumbing on his neck.

Yue Xincheng was standing aside, watching the young man crumbing the throat of every student of the West Huaxia Iron Fist. During the whole process, the young man looked rather calm, as if he was doing something insignificant.

Ke Xia is killed by Yue Xincheng with one punch.

After all, he has no good feeling for Ke Xia. They didn’t have any ill feelings before but Ke Xia insisted detaining him. Without doubt, Ke Xia was asking for trouble himself.

“These two spiritual stones are yours.” The young man distributes the regained spiritual stones to him as a fulfillment of his promise.

Yue Xincheng thinks it over and takes the spiritual stones. Although they are not attractive to him and he also doesn’t care about them, it is better for him to accept them. Otherwise, the young man will become doubtful and feel that he must aim big for not taking the spiritual stones.

He dislikes dealing with this kind of man. Though they fought together against others, he just dislikes them.

“May I leave now?” Yue Xincheng says grinningly.

The young man nods his head and says smilingly, “Of course, we come here only to find some lucky chance. We never mean to rival against the people of the Cultivation Academy. The Yang Resisting School is only a small school. We don’t dare to be the enemy of the Dragon Court and the Cultivation Academy, do we?”

Yue Xincheng only laughs and yet says nothing more.

“What’s your name?” The young man suddenly asks, “My name is Wu Geng.”

“Yue Xincheng.” Yue Xincheng laughs and says, “Your name is Wu Geng? As I remember, the son of the King Zhou of Shang is also called as Wu Geng, right? The name is not auspicious.”

“Oh yeah? Why?” The young man asks, “Just because I have the same name as the son of the King Zhou of Shang?”

“No. I just feel that a man can’t be called Wu Geng. Wu Geng, which sounds like Wu Gen (which literally means no root), is not delighting.”

The young man chuckles and doesn’t mind being teased by Yue Xincheng.

“If you have time, you may pay a visit to the Yang Resisting School.” The young man says seriously.

“Emm. Maybe you will be the master of the Yang Resisting School by then.” Yue Xincheng says with a severe countenance.

“Master of the Yang Resisting School?” The young man shrugs, “I am not interested.”

“Oh? You think the Yang Resisting School is not good enough for you?”

“No, my goal is to join the Dragon Court?” The young man says seriously.

Yue Xincheng doesn’t say another word.