Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Just as his sword energy was about to pierce Mo Yuming, the middle-aged man noticed that the young man in front of him was showing a strange smile. He was startled and felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

But both of them were falling rapidly and were very close, so it was too late to make any further changes.

Just as the middle-aged man hesitated, he saw Mo Yuming gently open his mouth and utter a sound:

'duh'

A burst of cyan sword energy shot out from Mo Yuming's mouth. The sword energy shot towards the middle-aged man with incredible speed. Before the middle-aged man could react, the cyan sword energy, which was about a foot long, had already pierced through his chest.

The greatest advantage of practitioners of metal-elemental profound arts is speed, unstoppable force, and unstoppable momentum. Often, they have already killed their enemies before they can even react.

However, every cultivation method has its advantages and disadvantages, so the biggest drawback for practitioners of metal-elemental profound techniques is that their own defense is the weakest among the five elements.

Since it was Mo Yuming's first time using the Soul Sword, his control over it was still very unfamiliar; he could only control the Soul Sword to fly out.

Forget about precision, so although the sword struck the enemy, it didn't kill the middle-aged man. It didn't pierce his heart, but it did pierce his chest cavity, sever his spine, and take half his life.

Although he didn't kill the man, he averted his own crisis at the brink of death. The middle-aged man's sword energy disappeared less than an inch from Mo Yuming's chest.

In that instant, Mo Yuming had already fallen to the bottom of the valley. Mo Yuming condensed a ball of protective earth elemental energy to surround the three of them, so as to prevent them from being injured by the huge impact. The middle-aged man, who had lost consciousness, was slammed hard onto this ball of protective energy and was bounced back ten feet away, falling into the bushes on the other side of the valley, his fate unknown.

Mo Yuming quickly handed the dizzy Ah Hao to Commander Yu, instructing him to lead Ah Hao into the cave first, while he brought up the rear.

Although Commander Yu was also dazed from the fall, he was still a third-level Earth Realm cultivator and quickly recovered. He grabbed Ah Hao and ran into the cave.

Mo Yuming retreated while using his mental techniques to recall the fallen Soul Sword back into his body.

The old man in black, who was watching from high above, had already seen everything that was happening below. He immediately roared and charged towards Mo Yuming at the bottom of the valley like a cannonball.

"Soul Sword! You little thief, you actually used the Soul Sword to ambush my son! I will grind you to dust!"

The Soul Sword is a treasure for cultivators of metal-element profound arts. Cultivators who can cultivate the Soul Sword are generally metal-element cultivators, which is why Elder Ji's descendants have never refined the Soul Sword after obtaining it.

Because most of the practitioners of their family's profound arts are based on the wood and water elements.

So when the old man saw the sword pellet that Mo Yuming had put away, he immediately recognized it as the Soul Sword that he had always dreamed of obtaining. He was so excited that he didn't even care about the life or death of his own son and went straight to kill Mo Yuming.

"Ambush? Two Heavenly Realm experts chasing after a child, and they dare to say such things? It's absurd! Should they just stretch out their necks and wait to be killed?"

Mo Yuming responded while quickly retreating into the cave.

He could tell that Mo Yuming had only recently refined the Soul Sword and didn't yet know how to use it in combat; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to charge straight at him like that.

A soul sword that appears and disappears unpredictably is enough to make most martial artists retreat in fear.

Originally, he was chasing Mo Yuming for his so-called fame and dignity, but now the meaning has completely changed. He is killing to steal the Soul Sword, so he must kill Mo Yuming. Otherwise, even if he forcibly takes the Soul Sword, which he has already refined, he will not be able to use it.

The strength of the third level of the Heavenly Rank was far superior to that of his son, who was at the initial level of the Heavenly Rank. The characteristics of the metal-attribute profound art were becoming more and more obvious. Almost at the same time that Mo Yuming retreated into the cave, the old man in black had already descended to the bottom of the valley in an instant, landing less than a foot away from the cave.

The moment his figure touched the ground, he struck out with lightning speed, sending a powerful cyan sword aura straight at the earthen shield that Mo Yuming had conjured in front of him.

Because the surrounding area was rocky, the earthen shield that Mo Yuming conjured was only about the size of the cave entrance, but it was much stronger than before. Since it was concentrated in one place and was reinforced by hard rocks, its defensive power was several times greater.

But even with such a strong defense, it still couldn't stop the old man in black from attacking.

'boom'

With a loud bang, Mo Yuming's defensive earthen shield was pierced by the sword energy, and the earthen shield and broken rocks flew everywhere like shattered porcelain.

Mo Yuming was thrown back by the powerful impact and fell deep into the cave.

The old man in black then rushed into the cave, but he did not see the result he wanted. The cave was empty except for the rubble he had knocked down.

Due to the cave's unique environment, the old man in black's sensory abilities were greatly limited. After entering the cave, the light became extremely dim, and even though he was a Heavenly Rank expert, he couldn't see very far, relying more on his perception abilities.

However, within the space he could perceive, he did not sense the presence of Mo Yuming and the other two.

The old man in black walked slowly into the depths of the cave. Although his martial arts skills far surpassed those of Mo Yuming, the way Mo Yuming had ambushed his son earlier made him somewhat uneasy. Out of caution, he dared not rush forward.

"asshole"

The old man in black only discovered after reaching the end of the cave that there was an almost vertical opening that extended downwards for several meters before continuing forward. His caution had delayed him considerably, giving Mo Yuming ample time to escape.

The old man in black jumped down into the cave and quickly chased after him. It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that he vaguely sensed Mo Yuming fleeing ahead.

But just as the old man in black accelerated his pursuit, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if an invisible blade had slashed into his neck. The old man was shocked and quickly raised both hands, using all his strength to intercept this invisible weapon.

At the same time, he kicked off with both legs, abruptly stopping his forward movement and then propelling him backward like a compressed spring.

'collapse'

A crisp snapping sound echoed from the void ahead. This was a common trick Mo Yuming used to trick people—using the silk of the Ghost-Faced Demon Spider to ambush them. It was very effective and had never failed him.

The old man in black stopped ten feet behind, still shaken. He reached out and touched his bloodied and nearly strangled neck, and did some simple first aid to stop the bleeding. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been tricked and killed by that brat.

The old man in black gritted his teeth, staring at the direction Mo Yuming had fled, hesitant and undecided whether to pursue or give up.

Just as the old man in black hesitated, Mo Yuming, who was running away ahead, seemed to deliberately slow down his escape and even deliberately made some noise in a provocative manner.

The old man in black was so angry he nearly vomited blood. He'd lived a life of glory, only to be defeated by a mere brat. It was a complete disaster! He'd gained nothing and almost lost his life. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, until finally, anger overwhelmed his reason.

"You brat, prepare to die!"

The old man's hands moved rapidly forward, unleashing a series of swirling, crescent-shaped blades of blue light that cleaved through the uneven, winding caverns with a series of crackling sounds, smoothing them out as if carved by a craftsman with a chisel.

The old man was in a frenzied state, recklessly unleashing blade strikes forward and desperately chasing after his prey. Although the energy expenditure was considerable, it did not affect his speed.