Chapter 1898: Silver Snow Sword Song

"What speed!"

Lan Ling'er merely blinked, only to find that Xu Yang, who had been right beside her a moment ago, was now behind Uncle Nangong.

Such agility and speed surpassed even a Martial God-level expert. However, Nangong was, after all, also a Martial God-level expert. It would be rather unreasonable for him to be so casually suppressed by Xu Yang without even getting a chance to demonstrate his full strength. Just as Xu Yang was about to speak, he realized that the silhouette his sword light was pressing down on was not Nangong's true body.

As expected, a powerful sword aura whistled towards Xu Yang from behind him in the blink of an eye. Xu Yang sneered and gave a slight flick of his hand. The illusory figure before him vanished instantly, and his attack shifted to the cold light coming from behind him. With a light stomp of his foot, a powerful protective aura instantly formed, disintegrating the sword energy that had ambushed him from behind.

Xu Yang spun around and unleashed a powerful martial arts palm strike. The force of the palm rapidly transformed in mid-air, quickly coalescing into the shape of a gracefully soaring dragon. This palm strike was truly fluid and awe-inspiring. Nangong, a Martial God-level expert, was already in a berserk state, yet his instinct told him that the power behind this strike was something he simply could not withstand head-on. He decisively leaped into the air, evading Xu Yang's terrifying palm force.

"Silver Snow Sword Song!"

Nangong's eyes were still bloodshot. Although Xu Yang had completely suppressed him in the previous exchange, he showed no signs of giving up. After all, he was still under the control of an unknown, powerful psychic force, even though Xu Yang's power had already caused his vital energy to surge uncontrollably within him.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Nangong wasted no time, immediately summoning an even more powerful wave of martial arts essence. At the same instant, the battle spirit totem on his back also lit up. Just as Xu Yang had suspected, this man was also a very powerful swordsman. However, when it came to swordsmanship, there was likely no one in the world who could compare to Xu Yang. Apart from a few peerless Human Emperors, Xu Yang's Eternal Sword Dao had virtually no rivals.

Helplessly, Nangong was currently unable to discern the terrifying strength of the opponent standing before him. His only remaining instinct was to fight this man to the death. The battle spirit totem glowing on Nangong's back was, in fact, three swords embedded there. Even though his primary divine sword had been destroyed, his battle spirit totem represented the core of his martial arts cultivation. Simply by combining the powerful martial arts aura within him with his techniques, he could still unleash the formidable power of his battle spirit.

Nangong gritted his teeth and gave a command. Instantly, the light from the three sword souls behind him awakened simultaneously, emitting a resounding hum. At the same time, three beams of sword light soared upward. Fueled by Nangong's powerful martial arts essence, they converged into an exceptionally formidable killing aura, swiftly locking onto Xu Yang.

The three powerful martial sword lights converged into one in the void. Furthermore, bolstered by Nangong's unique swordsmanship, which he had developed independently, the combined attack power unleashed by these three swords seemed to have increased by dozens of times.

A faint smile touched Xu Yang's lips. He harbored an inexplicable fondness for anyone on the continent who possessed an understanding of swordsmanship. However, from Xu Yang's discerning perspective on swordsmanship, while Nangong had indeed grown into a Martial God-level expert, his comprehension of the sword arts was still far from Xu Yang's level. Although his three sword lights combined into one in the void, appearing to briefly enhance their offensive power, Xu Yang had already identified their true weakness.

He blindly pursued the offensive power of swordsmanship, yet his mastery over the sword arts themselves was far from that of a top-tier swordsman. It seemed this person had taken up swordsmanship midway through his cultivation, lacking a sufficiently powerful mentor to lay a solid foundation for him. This was why his current swordsmanship was uneven, and his sword energy appeared exceptionally chaotic. It was truly a waste of such a rare talent.

Xu Yang shook his head with a wry smile. For him to have discerned the most fatal flaw in Nangong's swordsmanship meant that the opponent's current attack had become meaningless. Because with martial arts of this caliber, it was impossible to achieve any substantial results against Xu Yang. As expected, Xu Yang merely waved his long sleeve. A dazzling aurora of sword energy instantly shot forth, its speed, power, and radiant outline far surpassing Nangong's strongest sword strike.

*Boom!* An incredibly violent explosion ripped through the void. Nangong's strongest sword energy, formed by the convergence of his three swords, was instantly pierced by Xu Yang's sword light. Although it appeared powerful, such a level of swordsmanship was simply insufficient when facing an expert of Xu Yang's caliber. In contrast, the sword light Xu Yang casually unleashed not only effortlessly broke through his opponent's sword technique, but its subsequent sword energy continued to threaten Nangong's true body.

Xu Yang's seemingly casual movement unleashed such astonishing power. Even a genuine Martial God-level expert like Nangong held no prestige before him. Lan Ling'er, who witnessed the entire process clearly, couldn't help but gain an even deeper understanding of Xu Yang.

"This man is truly terrifying! He even possesses unique attainments in swordsmanship. Anyone who makes an enemy of him must be truly unlucky, for generations to come." Lan Ling'er sighed inwardly with resignation. At the same time, her heart seemed to calm down, as it appeared Xu Yang's displayed strength would be more than enough to subdue Nangong.

By then, Nangong was truly pushed to his limit by Xu Yang's overwhelmingly fierce suppression. His hair flared with rage as his hands rapidly formed seals before his chest, and a very peculiar psychic technique quickly began to coalesce around him. A strange martial arts aura swirled around his body, and then the blood-red light in his eyes rapidly mutated, revealing a petal-like color within his pupils.

Before long, within Xu Yang's vicinity, and even in Lan Ling'er's distant view, a shower of pink fireworks swiftly descended from the sky. In an instant, the battlefield, which had been fraught with blood, gore, and flashing blades, seemed to soften considerably, all killing intent completely dissipating.