Mythical Cultivation

Even though Wu Ming hadn't yet unleashed his full strength, the two men in black were still unable to withstand his fierce attack. Wu Ming's movements were nimble, and his sword wielded with the natural, flowing grace of water. He unleashed his Autumn Water Sword Technique move after move, each strike carrying a chilling aura and immense power.

Wherever the sword moves, water droplets splash like scattered pearls, and the flashing sword light is like the gurgling water turning into flying silk ribbons. From a distance, it looks like a magnificent and intoxicating painting.

But who could have imagined that within this beautiful scene, hidden was an endless murderous intent? The slightest carelessness, even the smallest flaw, could plunge a person into an abyss from which there was no escape.

The two men in black facing Wu Ming were groaning in pain. They finally understood why this seemingly insignificant young man had been able to easily kill their companions with just a few strikes.

Although they tried their best to resist Wu Ming's attack, the gap in strength between the two sides was too big, and no matter how hard they tried, it was in vain.

In contrast, the situation elsewhere was less optimistic for Wu Ming's side. Because the black-clad men significantly outnumbered the palace guards, the guards gradually began to lose ground as time went on. Although they fought bravely and steadfastly, they were outnumbered and the situation became increasingly critical.

At this moment, Nangong Wending was planning to take action personally to reverse the tense situation faced by his subordinates.

However, at that moment, a strong wave of emotion suddenly struck, as if it were a warning from the unknown. Then, everyone saw a flying knife flashing with cold light, like lightning, swiftly shooting out from the inky black night sky, aiming directly at the Southern Palace for the throne.

Faced with such a sudden attack, Nangong Wending no longer had time to care about his guards who were struggling to hold on.

Almost subconsciously, his consciousness moved suddenly, and the long sword slung at his waist instantly made a crisp sword sound - "swish", it rushed out like a wild horse, and slashed at the flying knife rushing in the air with the force of thunder.

Instantly, there was a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the flying knife and the long sword engaged in a thrilling and fierce clash in the night sky, tangling endlessly and with no clear winner.

For a moment, sword energy crisscrossed and knife light flickered, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.

"Who are you, a jerk, to have the audacity to secretly attack the guards of the Bai Mansion? You're so brave!"

Nangong Wending's eyes widened in anger as he roared in the direction the flying knife had come from. His voice was like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the battlefield and causing the air around him to tremble slightly.

"Hahahahahaha... Nangong Wending, I didn't expect a lackey like you to take action yourself!"

Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, a figure appeared in the night sky like a ghost. Then, the black shadow was seen like a phantom, swiftly shuttling through the night. In the blink of an eye, it had stepped into the battlefield and stopped steadily about ten feet away from Nangong Wending.

In the faint moonlight, one could vaguely see that this person was covered in a black nightgown, with only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light, staring coldly at Nangong Wending in front of him.

"You actually came here specifically for our Bai Mansion! Could it be that even the eldest son's accident was caused by you?"

Nangong Wending's heart sank, and he sighed inwardly. As he had expected, these people were no ordinary highwaymen. They came prepared, with a clear purpose in mind, to cause trouble for them. Otherwise, how could they know his name so clearly?

"Hmph, you still have some brains, but even if you know, what can you do? Today, none of you will escape."

The man in black snorted coldly, and before he finished his words, his figure flashed out like a ghost and rushed straight towards Nangong Wending.

Seeing this situation, Nangong Wending knew that there was no escape and could only grit his teeth and fight the enemy.

In an instant, the two men collided like two bolts of lightning, instantly opening up another battlefield of fierce fighting. For a moment, the flashes of swords and sabers continued to flash, and the two sides fought back and forth, with the fight being difficult to resolve.

What astonished Nangong Wending was that every move of the black-clad man seemed to incorporate the unique techniques and essences of powerful forces from various directions. He tried to discover his true identity from his moves, but to no avail.

What made him feel even more troubled was that the strength of the man in black was not inferior to his own at all, so that the fierce battle between the two gradually fell into a stalemate and became a state of stalemate.

This is not the situation that Nangong Wending wants to see. After all, at this moment, the guards in the mansion have already started to suffer casualties.

He was extremely anxious and wanted to rush forward to stop the aggressive enemy, but the man in black opposite him obviously saw through his intention and did not give him any chance.

The man in black had sharp moves and agile body, moving as fast as a ghost. In an instant, he trapped him tightly in this small battlefield, leaving him in a dilemma and unable to escape to lend a hand.

Meanwhile, Wu Ming, on the other side, was handling the situation with ease. He faced two men in black, looking menacing, yet he acted as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own garden.

He swung the long sword in his hand tightly, and each sword stabbed the enemy's vital points accurately. Although the two men in black tried their best to resist, they still seemed to be in a difficult and embarrassing situation.

In reality, Wu Ming's composure wasn't due to a conscious attempt to tease his opponent, but rather to his gradual understanding and mastery of the miraculous Autumn Water Sword Technique. After several days of practice, he had already achieved mastery.

However, at this moment, during the fierce confrontation with the two men in black, he keenly sensed an opportunity to advance. He had always been curious and yearning for the legendary "artistic realm".

It is said that once a martial art is mastered, if one can further comprehend the essence of its artistic conception, not only can one greatly enhance one's own combat effectiveness, but it can also produce an incredible enhancement effect on one's spiritual consciousness.

Now, with such a rare opportunity in front of him, how could Wu Ming miss it easily?

He was completely absorbed in the battle, carefully feeling the subtle changes between sword moves and the patterns of internal force flow, trying to explore what that mysterious artistic conception was and what amazing wonders it possessed.