Chapter 183: Well-Matched, An Unexpected Person

"Blood Wuhen!"

Ji Wuming squeezed those three words through his teeth, the Killing Intent on his body boiling instantly.

He could never forget that this fellow had defeated him in a single move using his most prideful Perfection Slaughter Sword Intent, snatching away the Sword Embryo Opportunity that was nearly in his grasp.

It was simply a humiliation and a great disgrace!

Blood Wuhen similarly glared at Ji Wuming, his eyes so sinister they seemed capable of dripping water.

That bastard Ji Wuming had not only stolen his Cultivation Technique but had also humiliated him severely.

Blood Wuhen had kept this score in mind all along.

Recently, he had obtained a significant Opportunity in an ancient ruin, causing his strength to skyrocket. He was just worrying about having nowhere to vent when his enemy delivered himself to his doorstep.

"Ji Wuming, you piece of trash, you actually dare to appear before me!"

Blood Wuhen's voice was hoarse as the Blood-Colored Baleful Qi rolled around him.

"Die!"

Ji Wuming didn't bother with nonsense; today he would use this trash's life to wash away his shame.

Before his voice had even faded, he pointed his fingers like a sword, and a sharp sword light tore through the sky, heading straight for Blood Wuhen's forehead.

His Major Achievement Slaughter Sword Intent erupted without reservation. Everywhere the sword light passed, a shallow white mark was left in space.

"Well met!"

Blood Wuhen gave a cruel laugh and advanced instead of retreating.

With his recent surge in strength and overflowing confidence, he didn't fear Ji Wuming, the Prodigy of an Emperor Clan, at all.

"Blood Prison Sword Intent!"

He struck out with a palm, and dense Blood-Colored Baleful Qi condensed into a hundred-zhang-long bloody sword shadow. Carrying an aura that could corrode all things, it met Ji Wuming's sword light.

Clang—!

The sound of clashing metal exploded, and a terrifying energy storm swept out with the two of them as the center.

The ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, and distant mountain rocks were instantly turned to powder when struck by the aftershocks.

Ji Wuming was at the eighth layer of the Saint Realm, while Blood Wuhen was at the seventh layer. There should have been a one-layer gap in their Realms.

But with Blood Wuhen's fortuitous encounters and deep foundation, he actually fought Ji Wuming to a standstill, making it difficult to distinguish a winner.

"Slaughter Sword Scripture, One Sword Severs the World!"

Ji Wuming's sword fingers tapped repeatedly, and thousands of Slaughter Sword Qi wove into a celestial net, blocking all of Blood Wuhen's paths of retreat.

Every strand of Sword Qi contained the ultimate intent of slaughter, enough to easily wound experts of the same level.

"Blood Demon Devouring the Heavens!"

Blood Wuhen refused to be outdone. He opened his mouth and spat out a Blood-Colored Demonic Banner that surged against the wind, transforming into a bloody sky-curtain that blocked all the Sword Qi.

The two fought frantically on the Starry Sky Emperor Road. Sword Qi and blood light intersected, turning the world dark and dimming the sun and moon.

Both wanted to kill the other, every move being a fatal strike with no holding back.

However, what puzzled Ji Wuming was that the Blood Wuhen before him seemed to have become weaker, lacking the terrifying suppressive force he felt during their first encounter.

However, as the two fought with excitement, they didn't notice that the violent energy fluctuations in this area had already attracted uninvited guests.

"Roar—!"

Two sharp, ear-piercing roars came from the distant Void Realm.

Following that, two Evil Spirits over a hundred zhang tall, covered in bone spikes and radiating the terrifying aura of the seventh layer of the Saint Realm, tore through space and suddenly descended.

Their crimson eyes locked onto the battling Ji Wuming and Blood Wuhen.

"Damn it! They're seventh-layer Saint Realm Evil Spirits!" Ji Wuming's expression changed.

Blood Wuhen's heart also sank.

They had encountered Evil Spirits before. They were hard to wound with blades or swords and were extremely difficult to deal with. One either needed overwhelming power to instantly destroy their core or special Cultivation Techniques to suppress them.

They might be able to contend with one, but if two attacked together, they would surely die.

The two glanced at each other and instantly reached a silent understanding.

Run!

Ji Wuming forced Blood Wuhen back with a sword strike, turned around, and transformed into a sword light to flee into the distance.

Blood Wuhen didn't hesitate either, turning into a cloud of blood mist and following closely behind.

"Ji Wuming, it's all because of you, you lunatic! If it weren't for you, how could we have attracted these ghostly things!"

Blood Wuhen cursed loudly as he fled.

"Bullshit! Blood Wuhen, it's clearly you, you idiot, who attracted them. What bad luck!"

Ji Wuming cursed back without looking back.

"You're so tough! If you've got the guts, don't run! Go back and fight them one-on-one!"

"You go if you're so capable!"

The two fled for their lives while frantically hurling insults at each other, pushing all the responsibility onto the other person.

The two Evil Spirits behind them pursued relentlessly, spitting out highly corrosive Evil Energy Beams that nearly hit them several times.

Just as the two were in a pathetic state and about to be caught.

Swoosh!

An incredibly fast green sword light seemed to appear out of thin air, flashing between the two of them.

That sword light seemed ordinary, yet it contained a sharpness that could even cut through space.

Puchi! Puchi!

The movements of the two invincible seventh-layer Saint Realm Evil Spirits behind them came to an abrupt halt.

In the next moment, their bodies split neatly down the middle into two halves. Before they could even scream, they were ground into nothingness by the sharp Sword Intent contained within the sword light.

One sword, an instant kill of two seventh-layer Saint Realm Evil Spirits!

Ji Wuming and Blood Wuhen stopped simultaneously, looking at the scene before them in horror.

A young man wearing green robes, with a handsome face and a cold, arrogant expression, had appeared in front of them at some unknown time.

The young man radiated the terrifying pressure of the tenth layer of the Saint Realm. He held a green longsword in his hand, its blade shimmering with light, clearly no ordinary item.

Just by standing there quietly, an invisible sword momentum enveloped the surroundings, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"Ji… Ji Wutang!"

Recognizing the newcomer, Ji Wuming's face instantly became incredibly ugly, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

The newcomer was exactly his arch-rival in the Sword Clan, and also his half-brother, one of the most dazzling Prodigies of the Sword Clan's younger generation, Ji Wutang.

Ji Wutang glanced at the split corpses of the Evil Spirits, then swept his gaze over Ji Wuming as if looking at trash, a hint of ridicule appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Ji Wuming, after all these years, you're still such a piece of trash."

"To be chased like a stray dog by a mere two small fry, you've truly disgraced our Sword Clan."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a loud slap across the face, hitting Ji Wuming hard.

Ji Wuming's face turned from blue to white after being insulted, his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't say a single word.

He couldn't win.

Since childhood, he had always lived in Ji Wutang's shadow. No matter how hard he worked, he could never surpass this elder clan brother who weighed down on him.

Seeing Ji Wuming's stifled appearance, where he was angry but didn't dare to speak, Blood Wuhen couldn't help himself.

"Pfft…"

A light laugh escaped from his mouth.

Though the sound was small, it was particularly jarring in the current deathly silent environment.

Ji Wuming's face instantly filled with terror, and he frantically signaled to Blood Wuhen with his eyes.

Don't fucking drag me down with you if you want to die!

Ji Wutang's cold gaze indeed shifted to Blood Wuhen in an instant.

"What are you laughing at?"