Chapter 475: Battle at the Foot of the Mountain Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

“I underestimated you.” For the first time, Wang Lenchan looked serious. He couldn’t lose this fight; if he did, the Wang family would be wiped out.

If Wang Lenchan had known Ye Mo was that strong, he would have rather lost everything he possessed than attack him. If Ye Mo hadn’t killed his Wang family members, he would have left. Ye Mo’s power unsettled him. For the first time, he felt things weren’t under his control.

“Wang Lenchan, since you’ve messed with me, take this!” As soon as Ye Mo said this, the flying sword turned into a white ray, aiming again at Wang Lenchan, but at a faster speed than before.

Wang Lenchan wanted to attack, but with Ye Mo’s flying sword approaching, he wasn’t worried. He knew that if Ye Mo could launch one attack, he could launch more.

Rumble—Wang Lenchan used more than 90% of his inner qi. The long sword transformed into a screen of sword energy that clashed with the sword ray. It wasn’t the sound of weapons clashing, but the sound of thunder.

Ye Mo knew this was a clash of inner qi, not a direct collision of swords. Wang Lenchan likely knew his sword was inferior to Ye Mo’s, so he’d used his inner qi to counter.

After the loud rumble, a ravine many meters long appeared beside them.

Ye Mo and Wang Lenchan both stumbled back. Wang Lenchan looked at the ravine, shocked. He’d overestimated himself, but he hadn’t expected Ye Mo’s inner qi to be that strong—even stronger than his own.

A moment later, Wang Lenchan attacked again.

Ye Mo didn’t throw his flying sword. He knew that against a master like Wang Lenchan, if his flying sword didn’t kill him, his trump card would be revealed, without knowing if Wang Lenchan possessed any of his own.

Using the flying sword with chi was exhausting. A long battle with Wang Lenchan, followed by another master like Xiang Mingwang, would put him in danger. They could critically injure him before he could escape on his flying sword.

This time, Wang Lenchan’s sword became a straight line, as powerful as the sword veil before. Wang Lenchan had indeed mastered his sword technique; he could use it with his qi. Even on the Luo Yue continent, Ye Mo hadn’t seen someone use a mortal sword technique to that extent.

Ye Mo knew Wang Lenchan wanted to compete in inner qi, but he wasn’t afraid. He gathered chi in his flying sword and pierced the line. Simultaneously, Ye Mo kept slicing with his palm.

Wang Lenchan didn’t understand Ye Mo’s palm strikes, but he only needed to hold him. The middle-aged man who’d accompanied Wang Lenchan was already behind Ye Mo, preparing an ambush.

But a dao cultivator like Ye Mo wouldn’t be caught off guard by an ancient martial artist.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

The sword in Wang Lenchan’s hand exploded with inner qi. Ye Mo sneered. He knew Wang Lenchan intended to force him to retreat so the middle-aged man could ambush him.

Although Wang Lenchan was sliced by Ye Mo’s sword chi, receiving a bloody gash, Ye Mo was also pushed back by his inner qi.

Clank—Wang Lenchan seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing and looked surprised.

Slash—The sound of a sword piercing flesh made Wang Lenchan rejoice, but his expression quickly froze.

The middle-aged man had been sliced in half from the shoulder without a chance to fight back.

The first “clank” was the middle-aged man detecting the wind blade, which he’d blocked with his sword chi, but he hadn’t managed to block the second and third, and was cut in half.

Ye Mo knew the drawbacks of his fireball and wind blade. They were easily detected by powerful opponents. His power was too low; before the fireball was released, they could feel the heat. Even if he launched it, it could be dodged, wasting chi. The stronger the opponent, the easier it was to dodge. This middle-aged man was earth level tertiary stage. If he hadn’t tried to sneak up on Ye Mo, the wind blade would have been harder to land.

Of course, with essence chi pills, Ye Mo could keep launching wind blades and fireballs, eventually killing even a strong opponent. But he couldn’t do that against Wang Lenchan. Using all his chi and still failing to kill Wang Lenchan would mean his death. Even with essence chi pills, he didn’t want to waste them like that.

“An inner qi forming sword? You’re at the Great Heaven stage?” Wang Lenchan stared at the dead man, killed while he distracted Ye Mo. He could no longer remain calm.

His face paled, and the veins in his arms bulged. Seeing Ye Mo didn’t reply, he said, “Is that your trump card? Why didn’t you use it against me?”

From Wang Lenchan’s perspective, dodging that wind blade would have been difficult. If Ye Mo had used it, he would have been defeated quickly.

Ye Mo sneered. He knew it looked strong, but Wang Lenchan would have dodged it, wasting chi, and Wang Lenchan might even escape.

Seeing Ye Mo remain silent, Wang Lenchan slowly raised his sword. “This is the third time I underestimated you, Ye Mo. I won’t again. Now, die.”

With a slash, the sword emitted thin rays. Wang Lenchan also spat blood. He was using his full potential, and it hurt him considerably.

Ye Mo was sure that without spirit sense, he wouldn’t have seen those thin rays.

Rumble—As the rays clashed with Ye Mo’s qi, they exploded, creating powerful airflows.

Average ancient martial artists would have been ground to mincemeat.

Flying was impossible. Ye Mo finally realized he’d also underestimated Wang Lenchan. He was on the same level as Wu Dao, stronger than Xiang Mingwang and Feng Wu. He’d hidden his strength well.

If he hadn’t underestimated Wang Lenchan, he could have flown away and avoided the chi explosion.

But then, Wang Lenchan would know his trump card, and would flee. Ye Mo could pursue him, but killing him would take time. If Wang Lenchan reached Xiang Mingwang and Feng Wu, Ye Mo wouldn't have a chance.

Ye Mo also used 90% of his chi, his sword emitting an aura the size of a door, bursting forth.

In the huge collision, Ye Mo was sent flying more than ten meters before landing. He wiped blood from his mouth; he’d sustained multiple injuries. His battle tactics weren’t working. He’d overestimated himself and underestimated Wang Lenchan.

If Ye Mo had known Wang Lenchan was that strong, he wouldn’t have fought that way, taking unnecessary damage. He’d been distracted by keeping his spirit sense on the bleak wind. Despite this, Wang Lenchan was far more injured than he was, and Ye Mo was sure he couldn’t use that move again.

“Ye Mo, I admit you’re strong, and I’m no match for you, but it won’t be easy to kill me. I swear I’ll get revenge.” Wang Lenchan was far more shocked than he let on, seeing Ye Mo was only lightly injured.

“Really?” Ye Mo sneered and suddenly raised his long sword, turning it into a white ray aimed at Wang Lenchan’s throat.

“A small trick! Let’s see how powerful you are without your sword.” Seeing Ye Mo throw his sword, Wang Lenchan’s expression was happy. He’d been worried about Ye Mo’s sword, but now Ye Mo had discarded that advantage. If he was going to be hit with an attack like that, he wouldn't be Wang Lenchan.

But Wang Lenchan could only enjoy that moment before his smile froze.