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Chapter 154 Little Demon Master, Fang Yeyu

The sound was not the sharp, piercing sound of ordinary concealed weapons, but rather a deep, resonant, and muffled whistling sound unique to heavy weapons, as if it could tear through the void.

In that instant of flashing, three shadowy figures entered Gu Shaoan's eyes one after another, and then landed half a foot in front of Gu Shaoan.

boom! boom!
The immense force slammed down, and the hard bluestone ground of Bright Summit was instantly torn apart and blasted apart by the violent force, just like fragile tofu!

Boom——! !

Dust and gravel mixed with the muddy smell stirred up by the immense force erupted, like a miniature volcano suddenly bursting forth, violently spewing forth spray! Smoke and dust filled the air, instantly obscuring the space within a radius of several feet.

Gu Shaoan stood with his hands behind his back three zhang away, his white robes fluttering in the strong wind and dust, yet remaining completely untouched by any speck of dust.

His unfathomable eyes pierced through the pervasive gray curtain, landing precisely on the two weapons deeply embedded in the ground at the center of the smoke and dust, trembling slightly and radiating a chilling, fierce aura.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The scenery in the scene is clear.

Two black halberds, resembling ferocious dragon teeth but even more rugged and domineering, were diagonally crossed in the deep pit. The halberd handles vibrated at a high frequency, emitting a low hum, stirring up the remaining dust and gravel around them.

The Demon Master's Palace's most powerful weapon—the Trinity Double Halberds!
Both halberds were over twelve feet long, and their entire bodies were a dark and solemn black color.

The halberd shaft is not normally round, but is cast with eight sharp edges, which are covered with fine, frost-like patterns, like dragon scales.

The halberd's blade was not a thin, sharp blade, but rather a heavy and solid structure: at the top were two hook blades, each about a foot long, slightly crescent-shaped but even more ferocious, with edges as thin as cicada wings, gleaming with a cold, deadly glint. The inner and outer sides each had several serrated fang-like grooves for piercing armor; below the double hook blades, a heavy, diamond-shaped main spike with a three-edged blood groove protruded! The overall lines were extremely fierce and domineering.

However, judging from the fact that when the two halberds were inserted into the ground, each one was more than halfway into the ground, and they blasted out craters nearly three feet in diameter and about two inches deep, one could tell the weight of the two halberds.

Added together, it must weigh more than 100 jin (50 kg).

His gaze lingered for only a moment on the pair of menacing halberds that exuded an aura of slaughter and icy coldness before Gu Shaoan's deep, cold eyes silently shifted to the tall figure beside the halberds.

The man was in his early thirties, with a handsome face and a pale, translucent complexion, like a flawless piece of jade.

Two sword-like eyebrows, as black as ink, slanted into his temples, and a faint chill seemed to linger between his brows.

What is most striking are his deep, dark eyes, seemingly containing endless vortexes. They are not the clarity or sharpness of a young man, but rather a deep indifference, coldness, and profound majesty that does not belong to his age.

He wore a perfectly tailored, exceptionally fine black brocade robe with ancient and profound patterns. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with indistinguishable demonic totems in dark gold thread, and his figure was as upright as a lone pine tree on a cold peak.

Her long, jet-black hair, as black as satin and reaching her waist, was not bound in a crown. Most of it was simply tied up with a jet-black dragon-shaped jade hairpin, with a few strands falling casually over her shoulders, fluttering slightly in the surging air.

The only somewhat jarring thing about this person was his physique, which was quite robust.

It was quite inconsistent with the gentle and elegant feeling she exuded.

With such heavy and unique double halberds as weapons, coupled with such an appearance, how could Gu Shaoan not know the identity of the person in front of him?

As the dust settled, everyone could see the person who had suddenly appeared in the room.

When she saw the person who had arrived, Zhao Min, who had previously looked somewhat nervous, immediately showed a look of joy.

Hua Jieyu and Jiu Mokong, who had suffered severe injuries and whose internal blood and qi were churning, also breathed a long sigh of relief, suddenly feeling as if they had survived a calamity.

When Shaolin monk Kongzhi's gaze fell upon the twin halberds, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

"These are the Triple Halberds of the Great Yuan Dynasty's Magician Palace?"

Upon hearing Master Kongzhi's words, all the members of the six major sects turned their gazes toward the halberds stuck in the ground.

Many disciples looked at each other, their faces filled with doubt.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao's voice slowly rang out.

"It is said that when the Demon Master Pang Ban first entered the martial world, the weapon he used was a pair of halberds made of black iron from the North Sea, weighing 157 jin."

"I just passed these halberds on to my personal disciple, Fang Yeyu, many years ago."

The not-so-loud sound radiated to everyone's ears with the help of true energy.

This also made the six major sects aware of the identity of the suddenly appearing man.

He is the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

The only direct disciple of the Demon Master Pang Ban.

Fang Yeyu, known as the Little Demon Master.

However, after understanding the identity of this suddenly appearing person, some of the more quick-thinking members of the six major sects realized a problem.

Fang Yeyu appeared here.

In other words, the force behind the six major factions today is the Demon Master Palace of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

After realizing this, He Taichong and his wife, the Five Elders of Kongtong, and Xianyu Tong all turned their gazes toward Master Kongzhi of Shaolin.

Stared at like that by several people, Master Kongzhi of Shaolin Temple had several black lines appear on his forehead.

But he also knew why He Taichong and the others had suddenly turned their attention to him.

The Demon Master's Palace held a prestigious position within the Great Yuan Dynasty.

Looking across the martial arts world, they can all be considered among the top forces.

Before today, the Kunlun, Huashan Sword Sect, Kongtong, and Emei sects were all considered second-rate.

What merit or ability do they possess to attract a top-tier power like the Demon Master Palace to travel thousands of miles to the Great Wei Kingdom to cause them trouble?

Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School has been living a secluded life for many years and has hardly been active in the martial arts world.

The possibility of making an enemy of the Demon Master's Palace is too small.

After considering all the possibilities, only the Shaolin Sect has the right to attract an enemy like the Demon Master's Palace.

Fang Yeyu ignored Song Yuanqiao and the other six major sects, and first scanned the surroundings with his eyes.

Then, after pausing briefly on the lifeless corpse of Liu Yaozhi on the ground, he casually shifted his gaze and instead fixed his unfathomable black eyes on Gu Shaoan.

At the same time, a fluctuation of true essence emanated from Hua Jieyu, who was behind Fang Yeyu.

A few breaths later, Fang Yeyu's eyes became more serious. When he looked at Gu Shaoan, he felt a little surprised, as well as a little restless.

Gu Shaoan also looked at Fang Yeyu calmly, his gaze showing no intention of avoiding her.

When the six major sects besieged Bright Peak, Gu Shaoan's target was never Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, or the like.

It wasn't even the Xuanming Elders behind Zhao Min, or Liu Yaozhi and the others.

From beginning to end, Gu Shaoan's only target was Fang Yeyu, who was standing in front of Hua Jieyu and Jiu Mokong at this moment.

Just like what Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen thought.

Gu Shaoan is never one to be indecisive or wishy-washy.

Under normal circumstances, upon confirming the identities of Zhao Min, Hua Jieyu, and the others, Gu Shaoan would have dealt with them immediately to end the matter once and for all.

The reason why Gu Shaoan did not take action when Zhao Min and the others appeared was because he was unsure whether Fang Yeyu was hiding in the shadows.

Their eyes met, and after a few moments of contemplation, neither Fang Yeyu nor Gu Shaoan exchanged a single word before simultaneously channeling their inner energy and rushing toward each other.

In martial arts combat, there are generally only two scenarios.

First, we should reason with each other, clarify right and wrong, and discuss status.

Secondly, it is a test between each other when they are not strong enough.

Unfortunately, neither of these two points applies to Fang Yeyu and Gu Shaoan at this moment.

Therefore, for the two of them, the best course of action now is undoubtedly to settle things directly with each other.

"Om-!"

Just as the two men were moving away with their powerful true energy, their figures leaving afterimages, Fang Yeyu's hands, which were hanging by his sides, did not move at all. However, the two menacing halberds that he had previously inserted into the bluestone slab, which still exuded a cold and murderous aura, suddenly flashed with a ghostly light and seemed to be pulled up by an invisible force.

The next instant, the two Xuan Tie halberds, deeply embedded in the bluestone slab and still exuding a chilling aura, seemed to be suddenly pulled out by an invisible giant hand and flew with perfect precision into Fang Yeyu's suddenly raised palms, which were as if forged from Xuan Tie.

With the twin halberds in hand, Fang Yeyu's forward momentum suddenly accelerated, carrying an aura of domineering power capable of shattering mountains and rivers!

The twin halberds descended from above with the force of a collapsing sky. The heavy halberds were imbued with a dark blue demonic light, tearing through the air to create a visible white streak of air that slammed straight into the top of Gu Shaoan's head.

Faced with Fang Yeyu's offensive, Gu Shaoan's eyes were calm and deep. His swift figure suddenly froze half a step. In the instant his right foot shattered the light turn, his right hand landed on the hilt of the Yitian Sword.

With fingers interlocked.

"Yan!"

In an instant, a clear and melodious cry, as if from the primordial chaos of the ancient world, resounded throughout the entire Bright Summit.

At that moment, everyone on Bright Peak seemed to be gripped by this voice, involuntarily turning their gazes towards Gu Shaoan. The next second, a dazzling golden light emerged from its sheath, the sword light as bright as autumn water instantly stunning everyone.

As true essence surged in, Gu Shaoan's wrist trembled like a snake shaking its scales, and the Yitian Sword in his hand instantly drew a huge arc that was both fierce and domineering, yet perfectly round and auspicious.

The sword's energy and true essence, condensed and not released, made the sword body seem to be dyed with a layer of golden fluorescence, which was quite extraordinary.

As the sword blades pierced the air, they left clearly visible marks before the two halberds clashed as they slashed down fiercely at Fang Yeyu.

"clang"

The moment the swords and halberds clashed fiercely, a loud, resounding sound of their impact echoed through the air, like a deep bell in an empty valley, deafeningly loud.

At the very moment their weapons clashed, the bluestone floor, which stretched for three zhang around Fang Yeyu and Gu Shaoan, shattered instantly, and the ground sank by a full two inches.

At the same time, a terrifying shockwave erupted from the two of them.

It swept away the rubble surrounding the giant pit.

Even seemingly insignificant pebbles were propelled by the force of their battle, moving at speeds far exceeding those of powerful bows and crossbows, their piercing whistling sounds sending chills down one's spine.

Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen had already drawn their longswords, and the blades instantly transformed into a solid and tough bluish-gray light screen, with sword energy crisscrossing and impenetrable!

Countless flying stones collided with the sword energy, only to be shredded and cut by it, producing a dense, crisp clanging sound and scattering sparks everywhere.

The leaders and elders of the other five factions also had to deal with the situation hastily.

After struggling to catch the boulders, Song Yuanqiao shouted and led the Wudang disciples back three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The other factions also reacted to the commotion and moved away from the two who were fighting.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, after their first exchange, both Fang Yeyu and Gu Shaoan felt the power and profound skill contained within their opponent's blade, and their expressions instantly became more solemn.

Fang Yeyu, in particular, clearly felt in the brief exchange that the power contained in Gu Shaoan's sword was actually slightly greater than his own.

This was something he had never encountered since he acquired the Trident of Three-Eight.

Composing himself, Fang Yeyu's twin halberds unleashed layers of energy that transformed into a dark blue demonic dragon, lunging towards Gu Shaoan. Even before the halberds arrived, the terrifying force of the wind made Gu Shaoan's blue and white robes flutter wildly.

Gu Shaoan's eyes flashed, and in an instant, he used his hearing to pinpoint the weakest point in the force of Fang Yeyu's double halberds.

Immediately, he lowered his waist and stance, channeling his energy into his feet, and swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword diagonally upwards from right to left.

The force that Gu Shaoan poured into this sword made the sound of it cutting through the air muffled.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal objects clashing rang out, and a terrifying force mixed with true energy erupted instantly.

Fang Yeyu felt that Gu Shaoan's sword strike was not a swing, but rather like a door panel made of fine iron being smashed into his hand.

The terrifying force caused Fang Yeyu's left halberd to involuntarily sink downwards, his left arm meridians to feel a slight numbness, and his body to momentarily freeze.

"Chance".

Taking in this scene, Gu Shaoan's swordplay changed accordingly. The heavy pressure of Qianfeng Chenghui had not completely dissipated. His wrist moved like a snake spitting its tongue, using the rebound force of the heavy blow to flick and spin.

As a result, the "Sunset Sword Technique" was transformed into moves within the "Willow Catkin Sword Technique".

The heavy aura of the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand vanished instantly, and the sword became as light as a feather, like a strand of the strongest willow branch blown by a gale, agile and cunning.

The sword tip seemed to have eyes, and along the gap in Fang Yeyu's right arm, which was slightly sluggish due to the sinking of his left halberd, it silently and ruthlessly stabbed towards the Jiquan acupoint on his right armpit, like a poisonous bee that smelled blood.

This move is as fast as lightning, perfectly executed, without the slightest hesitation.

Fang Yeyu felt a chill run down his spine.

His left halberd was knocked away and sank, its force not yet recovered. If his right halberd continued to thrust forward with all its might, Gu Shaoan's sword would surely pierce through his body before the attack landed.

Ignoring the slight sluggishness caused by the shock to his left arm, Fang Yeyu forcefully gathered his qi, his strong waist suddenly bent backward, and at the same time gripped the end of his right halberd tightly. He transformed the forward thrust of the right halberd into an extremely tricky upward and backward slash, like a vulture turning over to peck.

"clang"

A piercing, sharp cry rang out! The dark blue halberd blade narrowly blocked the elusive, willow-like tip of the sword.

Seeing that his move had been broken by Fang Yeyu, Gu Shaoan felt regret but was not too surprised.

If Fang Yeyu were truly that weak, he wouldn't deserve the title of "Little Demon Master."

This time, Gu Shaoan wouldn't take the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects so seriously.

He immediately stomped his right foot on the ground, using the force of the impact to move forward quickly and close the distance once more.

Fang Yeyu wielded his twin halberds, their blades clashing and tearing the earth with a deep blue light, like two demonic dragons from the underworld biting down with their jaws wide open.

As the twin halberds swept through the air, the powerful wind cut through the air, producing a sound that was like the beating of war drums and the roar of monsters.

Combined with Fang Yeyu's wide-ranging, simple, and direct moves, Fang Yeyu's offensive carried a kind of awe-inspiring domineering aura.

Just looking at it from afar gives you a strong sense of oppression.

Gu Shaoan's sword moves were sometimes as light as willow catkins swaying, and sometimes as the setting sun breaking through the sky, carrying the imminent and terrifying momentum of the sun's fall.

Even seemingly weak sword moves contain extremely terrifying power and profound true essence.

No matter how fierce Fang Yeyu's attacks were, Gu Shaoan remained unmoved.

In the span of a few dozen breaths, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred blows.

Each clash of weapons produced a loud, resounding sound.

Just from the sound, Miejue, Song Yuanqiao and the others could tell how terrifying the power contained in the two attacks had reached.

The two fought too fast and the battle was too intense.

The speed and agility that Gu Shaoan and Fang Yeyu displayed at this moment were so fast that even Abbess Miejue and Master Kongzhi felt overwhelmed.

This was even after everyone had already activated their true energy to enhance their eyesight to the extreme.

Not to mention the other disciples of the six major sects, they couldn't even see the specific moves of the two.

Wudang Clan.

Song Qingshu was completely frozen in place.

His lips were slightly parted, his face was as pale as paper, all color drained from his skin, and even the roots of his ears showed a layer of deathly bluish-gray.

Although he was disappointed and unwilling after being easily defeated by Gu Shaoan last time, the Wudang Sect behind him and his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng gave Song Qingshu a sliver of courage to catch up.

But now?

While Gu Shaoan and Fang Yeyu were locked in fierce combat, he couldn't even make out their figures clearly.

Even with all their might, they could only catch glimpses of ghostly afterimages flashing back and forth, and the roar and shockwaves that sounded like ancient, ferocious weapons clashing.

The gap between them is so vast that it's like an insurmountable chasm.

That's a gap that's so vast that you can't even look up to them.

How could Song Qingshu not be alarmed?
"Ming, Mingming, he's not even twenty yet, how can he have such great strength?"

Hearing the murmur, Zhang Songxi and Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but turn their heads.

Seeing Song Qingshu standing there dumbfounded, looking completely lost, Zhang Songxi and Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but exchange a glance, and then both let out a long sigh.

In this world, there are some people whose very existence is meant to prove the weight of the word "prodigy".

The peak that ordinary people spend their entire lives climbing is nothing more than insignificant scenery along the way for some.

Fang Yeyu was like that.

Gu Shaoan was no exception.

Faced with people like Gu Shaoan and Fang Yeyu, not to mention Song Qingshu, even Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi felt a sense of desolation and powerlessness, as if "a hundred years to forge a sword is not enough to match the achievements of a young man".
Wudang is lucky.

There was Zhang Sanfeng, a genius who once suppressed a host of outstanding talents.

Unfortunately, Wudang's good fortune did not last.

Up to Song Qingshu's generation, Wudang has not produced another outstanding successor who can leave others far behind.

Thinking about it, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but glance at Abbess Miejue in the distance.

"With such a disciple, Emei is destined for prosperity!"

　The next chapter will be around 9 PM!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)