EBE Chapter 127 Ao Shu's Appearance and Disdain
Chapter 127 Ao Shu's Appearance and Disdain
Above the Thousand Water River, the spiritual energy, which had become chaotic due to the previous fierce battle, had not yet fully returned to calm.
These spiritual energies, like turbulent currents in a raging storm, darted about erratically without any discernible pattern.
Sometimes they would suddenly converge, forming a huge ball of spiritual energy that emitted a dazzling light;
Sometimes it would suddenly disperse, turning into countless tiny streams of air that quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Each gust of air carried a sharp whistling sound, the sounds rising and falling, intertwining as if telling the world about the thrilling and horrific battle that had just taken place.
Amidst this turbulent environment, Zhang Yifan stood quietly on a relatively calm section of the river.
The clothes he was wearing were somewhat tattered and even stained with specks of blood, making him look rather disheveled.
However, despite this, his gaze remained steadfast and unwavering, as firm as a rock, revealing an indomitable will.
Suddenly, the sky, which was originally as blue as a jewel, began to change color without warning!
On the horizon, an extremely powerful and terrifying aura surged forth like a tidal wave, its force as fierce as a burst dam, unstoppable.
In the blink of an eye, the sky, which had just been clear and sunny, was completely covered by thick, inky clouds, with not a single ray of light shining through.
Those dark clouds resembled enormous black beasts, baring their fangs and claws as they rolled and surged wildly in the sky. They opened their blood-red maws, revealing ferocious fangs, as if they were about to swallow everything in the world whole and destroy it all.
At the same time, dazzling bolts of lightning, like silver snakes, darted and darted rapidly through the thick dark clouds.
Each bolt of lightning was like an indestructible, sharp sword that could cut through iron like mud, carrying a fierce sword aura, mercilessly tearing through the endless dark sky, bursting out dazzling light that dazzled and mesmerized people.
The deafening thunder that followed was like a god roaring and raging between heaven and earth, its sound resounding through the sky, shaking the soul, and making people tremble with fear.
In the distance, a blinding golden light streaked across the sky. Within the light, Ao Qianshu stood atop a massive golden auspicious cloud, which resembled a golden fortress suspended in the air, exuding a solemn and majestic aura.
Surrounded by dazzling phantom images of divine dragons, these lifelike phantoms circled and soared around Ao Qianshu, occasionally spewing out colorful light from their mouths, as if cheering him on.
He was tall and imposing, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
His jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, each strand seemingly imbued with powerful spiritual energy, shimmering with a dark light in the breeze.
His eyes, like brilliant stars, shone with a resolute and aloof light, a light that seemed to illuminate the entire sky.
His magnificent brocade robe was embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns. With his movements, the dragons seemed to awaken, writhing on the robe. Their scales shimmered with golden light, and their eyes revealed a fierce expression, as if they were about to pounce on their enemies at any moment.
Just then, a strange light suddenly appeared in the sky, and then a figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star and crashed down in front of Zhang Yifan.
As the figure landed, the auspicious clouds that had been swirling around them began to slowly dissipate.
After the clouds and mist cleared, a tall man with a cold and stern face appeared before everyone.
This person was none other than Ao Qianshu! He was dressed in a magnificent black robe, the sleeves of which fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound; his long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, which further accentuated his extraordinary temperament.
At this moment, Ao Qianshu was looking down at Zhang Yifan from his high position, his long and deep eyes revealing an undisguised contempt.
He spoke up, "So you're the little human who dared to act so recklessly in my Thousand Water River? Hmph, you're just a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet you dare to act so arrogantly. You truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
His voice boomed like a bell, filled with boundless disdain.
It was as if, in his eyes, Zhang Yifan, standing at his feet, was like an extremely insignificant ant, whom he could easily crush with the slightest movement of his finger.
Zhang Yifan slowly raised his head, his gaze calm as still water, looking directly at Ao Qianshu's dignified and arrogant face, showing no sign of backing down.
He appeared calm and spoke slowly:
"I only wanted to cross this river, but who knew that you aquatic creatures would attack me first."
His tone was steady and firm, neither humble nor cowardly, nor arrogant in the slightest.
Although Ao Qianshu's powerful aura enveloped the surroundings like a mountain pressing down on an egg, Zhang Yifan stood firmly in place like an unyielding mountain, without even frowning.
Because he knew very well that in this cultivation world where the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong, if he showed even the slightest weakness or fear, then what awaited him would be an abyss of eternal damnation.
Only by standing tall and facing the current predicament without fear can we hope to find a way out.
However, after hearing these words, Ao Qianshu gave a cold laugh, his laughter full of disdain and mockery.
Immediately afterwards, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on Zhang Yifan, and he said in a cold voice:
"Whatever the reason, the fact is that you slaughtered many of my Shui tribe's brave and skilled warriors on the banks of my Thousand Water River! Today, I will teach you a lesson and show you the consequences of offending my Shui tribe!"
Having said that, he crossed his arms and looked down at Zhang Yifan with an arrogant expression, then continued:
"I thought you were some earth-shattering, peerless expert, but it turns out you're just a mere Nascent Soul stage nobody. Hmph, with your paltry cultivation, you dare to be so insolent in front of me? If you'd be sensible enough to kneel down and beg for mercy right now, perhaps I'd be in a good mood and spare your life, letting you witness the true power of my Thousand Water River before slinking back to your corner."
As he spoke, a contemptuous smile appeared on Ao Qianshu's face. The smile was like a sharp blade, piercing straight to the heart, seemingly mocking Zhang Yifan's overestimation of his abilities.
Upon hearing Ao Qianshu's arrogant words, Zhang Yifan felt an overwhelming surge of anger.
However, he was not the impulsive and reckless person he was, and he knew that he had to remain calm and rational when facing a powerful enemy.
So despite his anger, he suppressed it and carefully observed his seemingly arrogant and domineering opponent.
Zhang Yifan gripped the sword tightly in his hand. As he continuously poured his spiritual energy into it, the once calm blade began to tremble slightly, accompanied by a low but clear humming sound. This sound was as if the sword was protesting its master's misfortune, and it also showed that it was ready to fight the enemy.
At this moment, Zhang Yifan's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on Ao Qianshu, revealing an unwavering determination.
His resolve was forged from steel, unbreakable and unshakeable. He coldly replied, "You want me to beg for mercy? Hmph! You're far from qualified!" His words were filled with disdain and contempt for Ao Qianshu.
When Ao Qianshu saw that Zhang Yifan not only showed no fear of him but also dared to openly talk back, his contempt for him intensified.
He roared, "What an arrogant brat! Since you're so stubborn, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy around him surged violently like a raging tide. In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be ignited by his powerful spiritual aura, emitting waves of scorching heat.
As a thrilling battle was about to erupt, the atmosphere of tension on the scene was already extremely intense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to unleash a deafening sound with the slightest touch.