201: Qi Liang's strength

“Kill me?”

Qi Liang’s gaze shifted. Over a dozen more Cultivators from the Demonic Sect emerged from the shadows, subtly encircling Fang Qingge.

Three days and two nights had passed since he summoned his Disciples, and now they were finally arriving.

“How about now?”

Qi Liang smiled triumphantly, “After that Move just now, your magical power must be almost depleted, right?”

A Move of such power would certainly consume a great deal of magical power; even if he was a Mid-stage of the Midao realm, he would find it difficult to sustain.

“Hmph, then let’s try!”

Fang Qingge stood tall, but his heart sank slightly. After a night of rushing and that last Move, his internal magical power was indeed running low, but…

Fang Qingge glanced at Luo Changtian, who was unconscious behind him, his eyes becoming even more resolute. He would not abandon his friend!

Even if he died, he would die before his friend!

Because… this was his Dao.

To protect those around him from bullying, to protect the common people of the world from suffering, to protect the vast Heavenly Dao from being trampled!

To protect the peace of the world for all eternity!

“Kill!”

Qi Liang led the charge, striking first, while the others behind him swarmed forward, each employing their own Moves to attack.

Fang Qingge gripped the long sword in his hand, his lips parting slightly, “Qinglian Speaks.”

In an instant, the clear green long sword in his hand blossomed like a green lotus, and ethereal shadows condensed around the sword body, layering upon layer. Looking at them in a daze, they resembled lotus petals, breathtakingly beautiful.

“Go!”

Fang Qingge brought his two fingers together, pointing the sword at his glabella, and softly spoke. The Sword Intent lotus flowers fluttered and instantly rushed into the crowd.

Qi Liang was greatly alarmed, but at the same time, a surge of admiration arose within him. As expected of Fang Qingge!

His exceptional strength aside, just his loyalty of risking his life for a friend was admirable.

Who wouldn't wish for such a friend, someone reliable in crucial moments?

“Alas…”

Qi Liang parried a Sword Intent shadow with his sword. Although he admired Fang Qingge, he showed no mercy in his actions. Their positions were different, and they could only face each other with blades.

“People say Fang Qingge is a Sword Dao Genius, that his self-created ‘Qingge Sword Intent’ is world-renowned. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation. Coincidentally, I also have some understanding of the Sword Dao. Today, I shall ask for some guidance!”

“Just bring it on!” Fang Qingge raised his guard, not underestimating Qi Liang.

After Qi Liang spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and casually tossed his sword. The blade hung upside down above his head, spinning continuously and emitting a faint sword hum.

A layer of dark green light condensed from the sword tip, initially very small, like a green bean. As the long sword rotated faster and faster, the green bean rapidly expanded, slowly turning into a fist-sized ball of light.

The ball of light gradually expanded and flattened, revealing a shadow within it—a phantom of a long sword, entirely dark green.

As the ball of light gradually contracted, the sword body also slowly revealed itself, finally fusing with the upside-down blade above his head, transforming into a brand new dark green long sword.

Qi Liang’s five fingers spread, and the long sword fell into his hand. He gently caressed the sword body, his voice filled with nostalgia, “This sword is named ‘Shallow Shadow.’ It is a relic left to me by my mother.”

As he spoke, his eyes drooped, and a lonely Qi emanated from his body. The sorrow in his heart infected the surrounding air, making people unconsciously immerse themselves in it.

Jiang Qinqin sighed. For some reason, she suddenly recalled the past, the hardships she suffered in her childhood, and her father, whom she had personally killed.

A sense of vigilance arose in Fang Qingge’s heart. In his perception, Qi Liang’s Concept had changed, becoming more dangerous and more threatening.

“Fang Qingge, the world says you are the number one Genius of the Sword Dao, but I disagree. I have practiced swordplay in front of my mother’s grave since childhood, without a single day’s rest, for over fifty years now.”

Qi Liang’s brows relaxed, and he pointed his sword at the azure sky, “Today, under my mother’s witness, I shall prove my Sword Dao!”

Fang Qingge’s expression grew more solemn, and he nodded gently, “Good.”

The two met each other’s gaze, and their two Concepts intertwined. In places unseen by Jiang Qinqin and the others, a hidden battle had already begun.

At this moment, Luo Qingwei arrived with her people and immediately saw the two confronting each other in the field, as well as Luo Changtian, whose life hung in the balance on the ground.

“Brother!”

Luo Qingwei cried out in alarm and flew to Luo Changtian’s side. She checked his breathing and felt his heartbeat, confirming he was still alive, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, she stared at Qi Liang with hatred, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth, “Did you injure my brother?”

Qi Liang seemed not to hear her question, his attention solely fixed on Fang Qingge.

“I’m talking to you!”

Luo Qingwei drew her precious sword with a “clang,” pointing its sharp blade at Qi Liang.

“Qingwei, take care of Brother Luo first.” Fang Qingge whispered, without turning his head.

“No! I want to personally avenge my brother!”

As soon as Luo Qingwei spoke, Fang Qingge interrupted, “You are not his opponent, and… this is a battle between the two of us.”

Luo Qingwei was already blinded by hatred and could not listen. She stomped her foot fiercely and charged forward with her sword.

Jiang Qinqin and the others naturally could not let her interrupt the duel between the two, so they moved to intercept, and both sides fell into a chaotic battle.

As the battle escalated, more people from both sides arrived: from Siyuan Sect, where Fang Qingge belonged; from Qidao Sect of Yong Mountain, where the Luo family siblings belonged; and also Disciples of the Demonic Sect.

Qi Liang seemed oblivious to the outside world, completely immersed in his own Concept. With his long sword held horizontally in front of him, he said calmly, “Brother Fang, be careful.”

Before his words finished, his figure had already vanished. A trace of dark green light was mixed in the air, appearing in front of Fang Qingge in the blink of an eye, as if by instant transmission.

“Boom!”

The two long swords clashed, not with a crisp metallic sound, but with bursts of roaring explosions. Surging Qi waves rolled, and the aftermath of their magical power spread in all directions, causing astonishment.

Other School Disciples watching nearby couldn’t help but exclaim, “Is this really the Mi Dao Realm?”

A Mi Dao Realm Cultivator nodded in agreement, “Yes… the difference is too great.”

Luo Qingwei turned to look at the battlefield of the two, feeling disbelief for a moment. Someone could actually fight Fang Qingge to a draw?

Jiang Qinqin was also incredulous. Since she had followed Qi Liang, she had never seen him fight with his full strength. She had thought he was only good at schemes and calculations, but she never expected his strength to be so terrifying!

Such strength was completely on par with Fang Qingge.

Fang Qingge and Qi Liang had no time to pay attention to the outside world. All their focus was on their opponent. At this point in the battle, even a moment of carelessness would be seized by the opponent to end the fight.

Qi Liang’s speed was hard to guard against. His body moved with his sword; often, one would see the blade first, and only then would Qi Liang, who wielded the sword, appear.

His sword Moves were elusive and hard to grasp. If it were anyone else, even Tu Wanshan or Luo Qingwei, they would probably have already been defeated by now.

But unfortunately, he encountered Fang Qingge, whose swordplay was flawless and without any gaps. No matter how tricky the angle, Fang Qingge could block it.