Chapter Eighty-Seven: Accepting the Ring

  "Who are you?"

  "Murderer!"

  Brief words, no dragging or lingering, a lean figure like the Five Poisons Killer, continuously wielding extremely fierce fist strength, crazily killing towards the heavily injured Yun Zhong Long.

  Golden red light bursts forth, illuminating this place with a fiery glow, grass and trees are blown away, some even being directly ignited into sparks.

  "Looking for death!"

  It was a strong man at the peak of the Furnace True Realm, and Yun Zhonglong, despite being severely injured, had his physical strength greatly discounted, but the silver sword in his hand was still sharp, with a cold aura surrounding him.

  Although not as obvious as the previous thirteen strokes of the giant python, with his mastery of swordsmanship, the Lone Cloud Thirteen Swords that had been tempered for dozens of years also had five or six strokes.

  It can be seen that Yun Zhonglong's actual strength is left with at most one quarter.

  "Hmm!"

  Feeling the pressure surge, the lean figure let out a cold hum, and his fists suddenly changed direction, bursting forth with an overwhelmingly powerful aura that shot out in all directions.

  "This... this is momentum!"

  Yun Zhonglong suddenly felt his sword technique slow down for a moment, and his face revealed shock.

  With this true energy and moonlight, with his eyesight, he naturally saw clearly. The person in front of him, wearing a cloak and dancing wildly with disheveled hair, was a young man.

  And absolutely under twenty years old!

  "Dragon in the cloud, who is Big Black?"

  He burst out with a series of fierce tiger roar storm punches, and Li Chen suddenly let out a loud shout.

  "Big Black? You... did it yourself!"

  Yun Zhonglong suddenly woke up, and all of this might have something to do with the young man in front of him.

  Thinking of his brother's death, Li Chen understood the concept of "power" at a young age. With such talent, he was still investigating the identity of Da Hei Zi, which was enough to threaten Ye Gu Yun.

  At this moment, the swordsmanship suddenly became fierce and sharp for a few moments, and there was a sign of breaking through the suppression of 'momentum'.

  "All your claws and teeth have gone ahead of you, they are all waiting for you in hell!"

  Li Chen's eyes were fixed intently, his body transformed into a roaming dragon, darting back and forth in the sword light like clouds, constantly shuttling through the clouds behind him.

  "Despicable! Ptoo!"

  Yun Zhonglong was enraged, and with a powerful movement, he used his true energy to stir up the wound, causing him to suddenly spit out a bloody mist.

  But with this surge of energy, the internal injuries seemed to have subsided, and the swordsmanship became even more fierce for a few moments. The dragon sword tips in Yunmang suddenly increased by several heads.

  "Clouds Collapse!"

  A strong gust of wind hits, leaving no time to think, Li Chen's hands suddenly release a flurry of punches, like waves floating up and down, seemingly fast yet slow, seemingly slow yet fast, conjuring an endless array of palm shadows.

  Ding Dong!

  In the midst of golden light, the silver sword chopped down on Lichun's palm, as if swept away by a whirlwind of extreme speed, constantly being bounced back. Yun Zhonglong was shocked and lost his color, the force transmitted from the sword body was so great that it made him feel like he couldn't hold onto the hilt.

  Moreover, this feeling became increasingly intense, and if he didn't withdraw his sword technique, he would inevitably be sent flying.

  The unbelieving evil dragon in the clouds, operates the scarce true energy within his body, fiercely wanting to add more power once again.

  Ding Dong!

  Crackling sounds flashed, and the whirlwind of wind and fire on the opposite side suddenly expanded for a few minutes, violently dispersing the sword energy of four or five Jiaolong.

  "Opportunity! Tigar's Storm Strike!"

  An indescribable aura suddenly surged, and under the blessing of the fist, the golden red true energy became even more fierce, with a faint sound of tiger's roar and dragon's chant.

  Boom!

  A mighty fist transformed into a tiger shape, in the early morning, approaching the sky near the clouds, instantly impacting his chest.

  Pfft!

  Struck again, Yun Zhong Long spat out a blood arrow from his mouth and his body involuntarily flew backward.

  Without waiting for him to land, Li Chen's foot heavily tapped the ground and he suddenly jumped up, his knees bent and his kneecaps facing downwards, falling like a shooting star.

  Boom!

  A dull thud mixed with the sound of cracking bones, Yun Zhonglong's eyes flashed golden stars as he strained to wield his silver sword, but it had already flown out several meters away earlier.

  "Who is Big Black!"

  Li Chen sprang up from a roll, stood on the spot and gazed intently at the notorious bandit who had been roaming outside the ancient mountains for decades.

  "Cough cough, young one... keep dreaming, pffft!"

  Yun Zhonglong coughed violently several times, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and his face also turned grayish-black in an instant.

  "Poisoned!"

  Li Chen's face changed slightly, and he was overcast with a mixture of emotions: "You're also considered a somebody now, able to escape with your life from under the Great Master's hands... Hmph, what a formidable poison!"

  Only the corpse of the dragon in the cloud was seen, making a hissing sound, and many scattered bubbles emitting a foul odor burst out, making a light "plop" sound, turning into pus and splashing open.

  Luckily Li Chen dodged quickly, otherwise being splashed by this toxic water, whether he could withstand it is another matter. After all, with his cultivation, the "Pure Yang Skill" can counteract toxins.

  But what can turn a wounded cultivator at the peak of the Refining Realm into blood water is definitely not just simple flames.

  The poor Cloud Dragon, a strong practitioner who had reached the peak of the Refining Realm and had mastered the Thirteen Swords of Heaven's Cloud to perfection, was rarely matched in battle. Yet, he was ultimately forced to his death here.

  "Oh no, storage bag!"

  Li Chen's face changed, and he lit a fire starter in the pus and blood to search for Yun Zhonglong's storage bag. "How is it not here? Hmm... what's this?"

  Suddenly, in the pus and blood, I saw a dark, ancient iron ring. Under the flickering firelight, it emitted a faint, eerie glow; otherwise, it would have been impossible to see.

  Just as he was about to reach out and grab it, he thought of the deadly poison and looked around, seeing the silver sword that had fallen not far away. He rushed over to pick up the sword and used it to lift out the iron ring.

  It can remain unharmed in such a toxic environment, which is enough to show its quality.

  Opened the storage bag, took out a jar of wine, and poured it directly on.

  Splish-splash!

  Under the washing of wine and water, the iron ring revealed its true face, with only thirteen cloud-like ancient rustic flower patterns carved on it, making it extremely simple and unadorned.

  It's Tianyun Thirteen Bandits' emblem.

  "Take an oath!"

  Li Chen's eyes lit up, and in an instant, they narrowed into a crescent moon shape. According to legend, the entire Xuan Yun Sect only had a few such treasures.

  Although the quality of storage bags varies, the largest ones are only about one to two square meters in size. However, as far as he knows, even the lowest-grade spatial rings have a space of around three cubic meters, or roughly ten cubic meters.

  Of course, with Li Chen's current cultivation level, he can't open it at all. At least, he needs to have the true energy of the late stage of the Refining Truth Realm to meet the standard.

  He treasured the Na Ring and put it away, losing interest in the other treasures on Yun Zhong Long's body. He whistled and flashed towards a distant place.

  Whoosh!

  He didn't know that just after he left, a figure suddenly appeared beside the puddle of water where Yun Zhonglong had transformed, with white hair and holding a sword, surprisingly it was Ye Gucun who had just left.

  "After all you are my uncle, but I won't bury you in our ancestral tomb and won't set up a memorial tablet for you."

  Three years later, if he can't withstand my three swords, he will surely die. The ancestral isolated cloud ring and the isolated cloud thirteen swords will not be left to outsiders!

  Ye Gucun's expression was indifferent, and with one hand, he suddenly reached down and pulled out several pieces of torn gold foil from the pus on the ground.

  As they spoke, in a flash of movement, the white-haired Yan Luo disappeared into the distance. This white-haired Yan Luo was actually not afraid of the poisonous water; what kind of extraordinary skill had he cultivated?