In normal circumstances, if Zhao Liang wanted to leave, he wouldnât be able to catch up to a martial artist of Innate Perfection Realm in the sky, as his skills in qi manipulation were far inferior.
However, possessing the trait physique of Wind Chasing Lightning, coupled with the huge blessings of the Power Seal and Agility Seal combined, he could truly catch up in a short burst of speed over short distances!
In the sky, the purple-golden flowing fire, using instant acceleration, caught up with that white light in just two breaths.
The long saber swung continuously, forcing Zhao Liang back again.
Zhao Liang had no choice but to continue the fight with Song Changming.
After another fierce one hundred and ten rounds, Song Changming gained another dozen fresh sword scars on his body, while Zhao Liang had another cut on his abdomen, still burning with some purple-gold flame, yet to be extinguished.
Zhao Liangâs face showed a hint of pain.
The dozen injuries in exchange for one looked like Zhao Liang had made a profit, but in reality, Zhao Liang was already in danger.
Up to this point, Song Changming had several dozen injuries on his body, if not over a hundred, but he never even glanced at his wounds.
As long as he wasnât instantly killed, he could quickly self-heal.
Among those dozens of injuries, nearly half were already healing and scabbing!
In contrast, Zhao Liangâs healing ability was much worse, being old and qi blood already weak, he couldnât withstand the increase in injuries.
Each additional wound and more essence blood lost caused his aura to drop significantly.
Song Changming continued to grind him down like this.
A few minutes passed.
Song Changming slashed Zhao Liang to the ground and followed up with a landing blow.
Boom!
The pit originally created on the ground deepened by several meters again!
In the center of the pit, Zhao Liang propped up Song Changmingâs pressing long saber, the sharpness in his eyes dimmed.
"Your sword is blunt, old thing!" Song Changming provoked with words.
The moment the opponent appeared today meant the hatred between them was irreconcilable.
Today, it must come to a conclusion!
To eliminate this hatred, he wanted to wipe out the three generations of the Zhao Family related to him.
With such an opportunity, he would not mercifully spare those who came to kill him!
The strength of Zhao Liangâs sword in his hands was weakening, even the once invincible Innate Qi Aura was gradually declining!
This was not just Song Changmingâs illusion.
Zhao Liang was really about to fail!
The long saber continued its barrage of attacks, the offensive becoming faster and more frantic!
In a life-or-death battle, Song Changming wouldnât respect the old or cherish the young; in his eyes, there was only a distinction between enemies and non-enemies.
"What kind of deceit technique are you using!" Zhao Liang struggled to control the sword in defense, yet couldnât help but growl lowly at Song Changming.
He couldnât see through the effect of the Armor Seal on Song Changmingâs skeletal body, but he could confirm Song Changming was using some bizarre technique to make himself unkillable.
Song Changming naturally wouldnât reveal his secrets.
The more panicked Zhao Liang was, the more unstable his swordsmanship became.
Every slash from Song Changming began to suppress Zhao Liang, leaving him no room to control his qi.
After a fierce attack, Zhao Liangâs back hunched, breathing heavily.
Suddenly, Zhao Liang staggered underfoot.
The next moment, Song Changming met him with a downward slash.
Zhao Liang raised his sword to block, but his forehead and face were still injured by the descending blade, blood blooming out.
Song Changming flipped in the air, his long saber drawing an arc, slashing out a second time with even greater force.
Clang!
The force sunk Zhao Liangâs feet into the rocky ground, his knees nearly collapsing.
Song Changming, in a dominant position, followed up with a third slash.
This slash had reached the peak of its momentum, its might exceeding all previous ones.
Song Changming experienced a moment of clarity, his swordsmanship at that moment took a significant leap in improvement!
Clang!
Zhao Liangâs knees hit the ground heavily, the bones of his aging knees cracking, his arms dislocated, a heaviness in his chest, and blood uncontrollably spewing from his mouth.
Looking at the elder of the Zhao Family kneeling before him, Song Changmingâs expression was cold and murderous intent was solemn.
The Changshou Saber was resting on Zhao Liangâs neck.
The outcome was decided!
"I am the winner," Song Changming said coldly.
Zhao Liang raised his eyes to look at Song Changming in front of him, his voice hoarse, "Let me go, the Zhao Family wonât hold a grudge for this matter."
Song Changming grinned, showing a scornful and wanton smile.
His nose and mouth were also seeping blood, looking no better than Zhao Liang, perhaps even more wretched.
But his eyes burned like a fierce flame, showing no signs of weakening.
"Anyone who is my enemy, I will not spare, including the Zhao Family behind you!"
With that, Song Changming ruthlessly severed Zhao Liangâs head with his long saber.
Before death, Zhao Liangâs eyes were wide open, but he could no longer utter a word.
The Purple Gold Flame in the air incinerated Zhao Liangâs head and the headless old corpse together.
Song Changming reached out and grasped a delicate ring flickering with a silver glow into his palm.
The Heaven and Earth Ring.
Zhao Liangâs Qiankun Ring.
Given Zhao Liangâs status in the Zhao Family, the assets stored inside the ring were surely considerable.
However, Song Changming couldnât immediately check it.
Understanding the principles of runes, he knew that to use this Qiankun Ring, he needed to gradually erase the mark belonging to Zhao Liang with his spiritual power and then imprint his own, before it could be used.
Stowing away the Qiankun Ring, Song Changming took another look at the unowned ancient sword.
Without a doubt, it was also an extremely precious treasure sword.
Even though Song Changming didnât use swords, it didnât stop him from accepting this sword.
Only after confirming Zhao Liang was burned without a trace did Song Changming withdraw and leave.
When he returned to the foot of the desolate mountain earlier, he found that this sudden crisis had already been mostly resolved.