Chapter 185: Slaying The Dragon, Seeking Revenge on Chu Kuangren, You Are Too Weak

Chapter 185: Slaying The Dragon, Seeking Revenge on Chu Kuangren, You Are Too Weak

The black dragon charged towards Chu Kuangren with its vicious murderous intent that was as ferocious as a typhoon. If it were any other ordinary cultivator, they would have been frightened out of their wits by now.

However, Chu Kuangren was not ordinary. He simply held up his Descendant Self Sword and slew at it.

An incredibly sharp sword qi lashed out frenziedly and struck the dragon's body. A huge amount of its scales was broken, and bloodied fluids spouted out from it like a geyser.

"Growl..."

There was an agonizing howl. The excruciating pain seemed to have intensified the black dragon's murderous intent as it opened its mouth and breathed out a jet of black spiritual power.

Chu Kuangren cast the Phantom Light Strike, his body disappearing from his original spot like a beam of light before he instantly appeared again at the dragon's right side.

He raised his arm and unleashed another sword strike!

This sword strike was placed immaculately on where he had landed the previous blow.

With a loud shrieking noise, the dragon's flesh was torn apart.

The vicious black dragon was cruelly sliced into two halves. It dropped right back into the lake with a loud splash, which generated a violent ripple of waves and the dragon's blood dyed a good whole half of the lake in red.

This day.

Chu Kuangren had slain a vicious dragon at the lake on the Sword Gauntlet's fiftieth floor.

"Sigh, what a shame. Nobody saw my heroics just now." Chu Kuangren sighed in disappointment before he sheathed his Descendant Self Sword back into the scabbard.

Just then, a ray of golden light surged out from the black dragon's carcass, turning into a bead about the size of a fist. The bead had stripes all over its surface.

"This is..."

Startled, Chu Kuangren reached out his hand and grabbed the bead in his palm.

A stream of enlightenment overwhelmed his heart.

"This is the Sword Gauntlet's core. As soon as I refine it, I would then assume control over this Sword Gauntlet." Chu Kuangren's eyes lit up.

There was no time to waste as he quickly got into the business of refining this Sword Gauntlet core.

...

Outside the Sword Gauntlet.

Everyone was transfixed on the Sword Gauntlet's top floor.

Since Chu Kuangren reached the final floor, his bright spark remained there not moving at all, and there was nothing but silence.

"Did Chu Kuangren finally obtain the potential within the Sword Gauntlet?"

"Who knows? Not that I've ever reached the fiftieth floor."

"This is really testing my patience."

Right then.

The whole Sword Gauntlet suddenly started to quake.

"What's going on?"

The crowd's faces turned pale, and they quickly retreated backward. All they saw in the midst of the quake was that the Sword Gauntlet kept shrinking smaller and smaller until it became a tiny black tower hovering high up in the air.

A bright spark swooped out of the tiny tower abruptly, and it was Chu Kuangren.

"I've made it." Chu Kuangren looked at the tiny tower with a contented smile. At this point, he was already capable of controlling the Sword Gauntlet at his will.

He waved his hand and deposited the Sword Gauntlet into his Yin and Yang Ring.

The group of people around him were extremely shell-shocked. Meanwhile, Murong Yu, Linghu Teng, and the other sky-prides stared at Chu Kuangren, their gaze filled with mixed emotions.

The potential within the Sword Gauntlet was of utmost importance to them, yet now, they could only stand and look as this Opportunity of Fortune fall into the hands of Chu Kuangren.

How could they ever bear with this?

"Chu Kuangren, what really is the Opportunity of Fortune within the Sword Gauntlet?!"

Linghu Teng could not resist anymore as he confronted him aggressively.

"Oh, do I owe an obligation to tell you?" Chu Kuangren said in a flat tone as he glared at his rival.

"Chu Kuangren, what kind of gimmick are you playing here? You even got past the forty-eighth floor!" Murong Yu was getting so impatient too that he asked.

The other people around them were very curious as well.

"I passed the floors because I felt like it. Do I need any gimmicks?"

"Pft, that Sword Gauntlet's forty-eighth floor was just impossible. If it weren't for some cheats or tricks, you can't even get past it!"

Murong Yu responded, seemingly unconvinced.

"Not that you guys have cleared the floor either, so who are you to question how I cleared it? You guys are like frogs at the bottom of the well with such a limited and naive outlook," Chu Kuangren said bluntly.

This statement of his had cheesed off Murong Yu and his few compatriots.

"Chu Kuangren, I haven't even settled my score with you for destroying my clone. I might as well claim my unfinished business with you right here and right now!"

Linghu Teng's voice was stone-cold. He took a step forward as the sacred sword in his hand emitted an incredible dazzling brilliance.

"Just nice, a few days ago, Murong Feiyu challenged you to a battle. He only wanted to do a friendly spar to compare his strength with yours, but you murdered him in cold blood instead. As the Young Emperor of the Murong clan, this is a vengeance that I must seek!"

A majestic Sword-based Daoist Rhyme erupted from Murong Yu's body too and it locked down on Chu Kuangren. He was ready to deal with his sworn enemy alongside Linghu Teng.

"Shameless people. That Murong Feiyu was only killed because he tried to ambush Miss Lan Yu from behind. He was dead for all the right reasons!"

Nangong Huang said coldly.

Murong Yu let out a cold scoff, completely ignoring that fact.

Right now, there was only one thing on his mind, which was to kill Chu Kuangren. As for what happened to Murong Feiyu, that was nothing but an excuse. He did not even care about it in the first place.

With that, the two Young Emperors joined forces and prepared to attack Chu Kuangren from both sides, but despite that, Chu Kuangren still looked calm and composed. In fact, he glanced at Tempest Mountain's Ling Feng not far away before he said casually, "They've already launched their attack. Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"

Upon hearing that, Ling Feng responded coldly, "I'm not interested in allying with someone else to battle you. If I want a fight, I intend to go up against you on my own!"

"I advise you to just join forces with them. This way, you could at least pull off a few more moves instead of losing in a terrible fashion."

"You... your arrogance!"

Ling Feng gritted on his teeth furiously.

If there was to be someone with this kind of arrogance, it had to be him. Throughout the years, he had challenged so many strong cultivators of the swordsmanship world in which some were of the younger generation and some were of the old.

Yet today, he met someone who was more arrogant and crazy than he ever was.

"Utter bullsh*t! I'm coming for you!"

Linghu Teng took charge and made the first strike. He lifted the sacred sword in his grip and an incredibly majestic sword qi surged into the air, turning into a tornado-like sword qi that lashed out at his enemy.

Murong Yu then made his move too. The weapon he used was a very clunky steel sword. He exhaled sharply and then drew out his sword. The black sword ray looked like a crescent moon as it glided across the sky, aimed towards Chu Kuangren.

The two types of swordsmanship techniques and two distinct Sword-based Daoist Rhymes attacked Chu Kuangren at the same time. In spite of that, Chu Kuangren was too lazy to even dodge it. As a matter of fact, he did not even bother using his sword. All he did was raise his one hand and then throw out a palm attack.

His fair jade-like hand landed on them. The collision force was incredibly tremendous that it spread out like a tsunami. Murong Yu and Linghu Teng were so shaken that they staggered backward.

"What an insane palm strength!"

Linghu Teng could not help but feel shocked.

At this moment, a beam of light suddenly arrived in front of him, and what unfolded before his very eyes was a palm that kept expanding in size before it pressed onto his face.

Linghu Teng felt like he had lost control as his whole body tumbled backward. Then, the back of his head was directly smashed onto the floor with a loud boom. The agonizing pain made him feel like his brain had been blasted open.

From the others' point of view, Linghu Teng's head was pressed against the surface of the ground by Chu Kuangren. With a loud bang, a dent was created on the surface of the ground, and cracks started to appear. His blood was splattered all over the place, making Linghu Teng look incredibly dreadful and miserable.

"Told you, if your clone was that weak, how strong would your actual self be?" Chu Kuangren stood up and sent the dead Linghu Teng flying over a hundred feet out with a kick, smashing Linghu Teng's dead body onto the wall of the canyon.

"Sword Hail Technique!"

From not far away, Murong Yu let out a loud battle cry. Daoist Rhyme flowed on him, and surges of sword qi lashed out crazily and endlessly, jetting towards Chu Kuangren's direction.

Each surge of sword qi had the power to split rocks into half, and with the amassment of these hundred thousands of sword qi, it was just like a sword qi torrent!

Chu Kuangren remained uninterested in trying to evade. Instead, he took a step out and a mysterious Daoist Rhyme began to emanate. White lotuses started to form around him.

Countless sword qi landed on the white lotuses, but they were unable to cause any ripples as the Daoist Rhymes and spiritual powers were all dispelled easily.

In an effortless fashion, Chu Kuangren held himself against this gush of sword qi, slowly walking up to Murong Yu step by step. In front of his opponent's terrified gaze, he lifted one hand and slammed out a palm at him, sending his opponent flying neatly.

"Weak, you're truly very weak, so weak that it's not even worth mentioning."