Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 174, In Hand

"This is a Spiritual Source Fruit!"

The purple-robed youth’s hand flashed with green light, and instantly a green fruit appeared in his hand. The fruit glowed and was surrounded by strange patterns. As soon as it appeared, a surge of spiritual power slowly dispersed in the air, making whoever inhaled it feel their cultivation barrier loosen slightly.

Swoosh!

With a gentle movement of his arm, the spiritual source fruit turned into a stream of light and flew towards the gray-robed youth. The gray-robed youth squinted his eyes, stretched out his right hand, which was densely covered with a web of spiritual power.

Bang!

The gray-robed youth caught the spiritual source fruit steadily in his hand, and under the envious gazes of the crowd, he placed it into his storage ring.

Although the purple-robed youth felt helpless, at least his goal was achieved. The gray-robed youth was very strong, not much weaker than himself.

Besides the spiritual source fruit taken by the gray-robed youth, the purple-robed youth now had only one spiritual source fruit left. The numerous geniuses present all wore expressions of intense competition, their eyes filled with a rich sense of defiance.

"Since only the last spiritual source fruit remains, it belongs to me!"

Chu Ming gently placed his wine cup on the table, slowly stood up, and looked at the geniuses present, speaking calmly.

The gray-robed youth was momentarily stunned, glanced at Chu Ming, pursed his lips, and remained silent. Young Lord Hu Yan had never seen Chu Ming in action, and at this moment, his eyes were also filled with astonishment.

The geniuses in the small pavilion were boiling with anger. In Tieyuan City, no matter where they went, they were always exceedingly dazzling figures. When had they ever been so slighted? But having seen Fei Lian’s previous misfortune, they were wary of being the first to strike, causing them to hesitate simultaneously.

Swoosh!

The purple-robed youth’s eyes flashed, green light flickered in his hand, and a green fruit shot towards Chu Ming at great speed, arriving in front of him in an instant. Chu Ming quickly extended his right hand and caught the spiritual source fruit steadily.

At this moment, seeing the spiritual source fruit in Chu Ming’s hand, someone couldn’t remain seated. A yellow-robed youth suddenly let out a long howl, his figure like a wild goose on the river, advancing rapidly in three steps and attacking Chu Ming with the fruit in his hand as his target.

Puff!

Chu Ming coldly smiled, his white robe fluttering, and swiftly retreated. With a slight tap of his right foot on the table’s chopsticks, an intense slaughter sword intent instantly imbued them. The chopsticks pierced through the layers of air and transformed into red light, shooting straight at the yellow-robed youth.

Boom!

The yellow-robed youth’s strength was undoubtedly much greater than Fei Lian’s. Facing the incoming chopsticks, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he lightly raised his hand and a terrifying white palm force erupted instantly, transforming into a fierce torrent and surging towards the chopsticks.

Yet, his smile quickly froze. Though his white palm force was strong, the chopsticks were even stronger. The red thread on the chopsticks seemed indestructible, easily obliterating his palm force.

Puff, puff, puff...

At the last moment, the yellow-robed youth’s body swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the chopsticks’ attack. However, strands of his long hair on the left side of his head slowly fell, floating in the air. If he had moved even a little slower, it wouldn’t have been his hair but his head that would have fallen.

"So strong!"

The yellow-robed youth’s pupils shrank, finding himself in a dilemma, unable to attack again or retreat.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

In a daze, three figures simultaneously flew towards Chu Ming from the opposite tables, arriving in front of him in an instant. All three had True Dao Third Layer cultivation, but their strength far surpassed ordinary True Dao Fifth Layer martial artists.

"Wave-Dispelling Palm!"

"Rainbow Red Fist!"

"Void-cutting Sword!"

The three attacked Chu Ming simultaneously. One palm was enormous, several tens of meters wide, with gray waves constantly rolling above, absorbing the surrounding spiritual power instantly.

The fist force danced, red light like a dragon, equal in momentum to the palm seal, as the space ahead was smashed apart with continual sonic booms.

The sword slash cut through the air, a faint glimmer expanding before everyone’s eyes, gradually filling their pupils. The entire small pavilion was shrouded in sword shadows, with marks appearing everywhere on the ground.

The trio’s attack was overwhelming, causing the other geniuses to retreat far away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"Shadowless Burn!"

In the blink of an eye, Chu Ming unsheathed his sword. His body swayed as a sword light shot out from his blade, incredibly sharp, with red and black shadows constantly intertwining. It was like a rootless flower burning fiercely, exploding with tremendous power.

Puff, puff, puff...

The sharp sword light pierced through the center of the palm seal, splitting it in half and dispersing the white spiritual power around. Under this sword, the fist force faded, and the sword shadows around the pavilion transformed into starlight.

The three figures swiftly retreated, with tiny blood holes appearing in their chests, continuously oozing blood. Their eyes flashed with horror, understanding the strength of their own attack. Despite this, Chu Ming easily countered it, elevating his presence in their minds to an unprovokable level.

Thud, thud, thud!

The three retreated to their tables, took out healing elixirs from their storage rings, and remained silent.

"There should be no objections now!"

Chu Ming asked indifferently, placing the spiritual source fruit into his storage ring and sitting down again by the table.

Although the spiritual source fruit was gone, many genius youths present had not yet taken part. Since they were here, they naturally wanted to show off. Consequently, many youth began to brawl vigorously.

"Do not leave after the tea ceremony, I have important matters to discuss!"

As he watched the fighting geniuses, a calm voice suddenly sounded in Chu Ming’s ear. He turned his gaze to the purple-robed youth, recognizing it as the voice he had heard earlier.

The purple-robed youth nodded slightly at Chu Ming.

The tea ceremony lasted for half a day. Most of the youths had participated. When Young Lord Hu Yan announced the end of the ceremony, the geniuses gradually left the pavilion, and soon only four remained.

Chu Ming, Young Lord Hu Yan, the purple-robed youth, and the gray-robed youth.

"No need for me to introduce myself further. This is my senior brother, Zi Yan."

After the tea ceremony ended, Young Lord Hu Yan dismissed all the attendants around the pavilion and then introduced the purple-robed youth to Chu Ming and the gray-robed youth.

"Chu Ming," Chu Ming said calmly.

"Qiu Wuhui," the gray-robed youth put his rain hat back on the table, expressionless, and said.