Chapter 238: Shamelessness

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In the distance, close to the horizon, there were only one or two white clouds, shining with unusual brilliance, like beautiful seashells. Below the white clouds was a dark outline; an irregularly drawn curve.

Facing the slowly emerging daylight, He Yiming calmly stretched out his hands, which shimmered with a distinct metallic luster. Opposite him was One Hundred and Eight, who had displayed immense power yesterday, repelling two Single-Line Sky Realm experts with two punches.

"Be careful."

With He Yiming's soft shout, his body slightly leaned forward, and with a gentle push of his toes, he flew before him like a gust of wind.

His palms stretched out flat, and only after they struck did a sharp, piercing sound of air being torn emanate.

One Hundred and Eight also raised his hands, but his hands remained their usual color, without any change.

The four palms met in mid-air with a crisp collision.

He Yiming's expression instantly changed. Even he felt an incredible force emanating from the point of impact where their palms met. This force had indeed exceeded his endurance limit, traveling from his fingertips, palm, along his wrist, up his forearm, elbow, and shoulder.

It was like an ordinary person who had just started learning martial arts, using their entire body's strength to hit a steel plate.

A violent pain even made him wonder if his arm had broken.

At this point, He Yiming finally understood something. Why Yu Jinglei and Zhuo Wanlian immediately retreated after one palm strike and no longer dared to engage him in a head-on battle. And they were so certain, speaking in unison, that One Hundred and Eight was an expert at the Three Flowers Gather at the Summit realm.

If he hadn't known One Hundred and Eight's true nature, he probably would have had the same perception.

Flipping in mid-air, He Yiming landed steadily on the ground.

When he fought One Hundred and Eight, he indeed received much better treatment than Yu Jinglei and others. As long as he retreated, One Hundred and Eight would never pursue him.

He reached out and gently rubbed his arms. The intense pain not only did not subside but intensified.

A pure Wood Element True Qi spread towards his arms. Only when this True Qi passed through his arms did the intense pain alleviate significantly.

He Yiming exhaled a long breath. He cursed inwardly, how did he also become a blockhead, knowing that this guy's body was even harder than Vajra, yet he still insisted on a head-on confrontation? Wasn't he seeking death?

Shaking his head, He Yiming's eyes suddenly narrowed, and then his body disappeared from its original spot.

The moment he reappeared, he was behind One Hundred and Eight.

A punch infused with vast True Qi slammed fiercely into One Hundred and Eight's back. This punch was delivered by He Yiming with full power, the True Qi within it was so strong that it was almost at its peak, the highest he could gather in an instant.

With a thunderous crash, One Hundred and Eight was finally sent flying by this punch. Even he could not maintain his balance under He Yiming's full force strike.

However, he calmly spread his arms in mid-air, and his arms were transforming in an extremely strange way. His distant arms seemed to flatten in that instant, like bird's wings, and after gliding a distance in the air, he landed safely on the ground, unharmed.

He Yiming stared at him dumbfounded, then remembered that this person's form could change at will. He cursed inwardly, wondering who had created such a perverse Humanoid Weapon. Anyone who encountered him would probably be tormented to the point of ecstasy.

Looking up at the rising red sun, a surge of heroism suddenly welled up in He Yiming's heart.

Although he had told himself many times not to go head-to-head with this non-human entity, at this moment, with the morning sun rising, his heart was filled with a feeling he himself didn't understand.

His body slowly half-crouched, and a vast battle intent inexplicably surged from him. The power of the Metal Element surged within him like raging waves.

With a flip of his wrist, the Guan Broadsword on his back appeared in his hand like a ghost.

He used his True Qi to control his muscles, drawing the Guan Broadsword from his back to his hand. Although this process was extremely complex, he did it effortlessly, with a natural, flowing sensation.

Clutching the Guan Broadsword tightly, He Yiming's eyes were solemn, filled with a power akin to devout faith. It was He Yiming's incredibly strong, unshakable confidence in the invincible Guan Broadsword.

With the Broadsword in hand, this confidence swelled dramatically. His aura soared into the sky, continuously exploding outwards from his center in all directions. Invisible vibrations rippled through the air, too subtle for the naked eye to perceive. This was the result of True Qi circulating to its extreme, communicating with and erupting with the Heaven and Earth Qi.

On the high wall in the distance, several figures appeared one after another.

Besides Yu Jinglei, Zhuo Wanlian, Lu Zhengyi, and Yuan Lixuan, there were even two additional Innate experts from Kairong Country's Masters Hall.

They were Mao Lieguang and Cheng Fu, the master and apprentice who had previously fought with He Yiming.

However, everyone watched from a distance. No matter how shocked they were, they dared not approach the area.

He Yiming, holding the Broadsword with both hands, slowly raised it. The four-meter-long Broadsword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, rising inch by inch in He Yiming's hands.

With each inch it rose, He Yiming's aura intensified. His eyes were fixed on One Hundred and Eight in the distance, as if the entire world contained only him.

Around him, invisible rings of wind gently rippled, as if he were the eye of a great storm, accumulating powerful explosive force.

Zhuo Wanlian's throat subtly bobbed a few times. His gaze towards He Yiming was filled with apprehension, even a hint of fear.

The first time he fought He Yiming, he was forced to a desperate situation when He Yiming used a tree as a blade.

At that time, he thought that He Yiming's greatest strength was the Wood Element Art. His talent in the Wood Element Art was unparalleled.

But now, when he felt the strong aura emanating from the Guan Broadsword, he realized that He Yiming's most powerful skill was not the Wood Element Art, but this incomparably sharp Metal Element Cultivation Technique, which seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth, breaking mountains, and parting seas.

His fists had unconsciously clenched. A question lingered in his mind.

If He Yiming had used this Guan Broadsword, this weapon a hundred times more terrifying than a tree blade, in their last encounter, what would have been the outcome?

At this moment, all of He Yiming's energy was concentrated on one point.

Within his body, Water Element True Qi circulated ceaselessly, followed by Wood Element, Fire Element, Earth Element, finally re-condensing into Metal Element Innate True Qi.

Five Elements unified. When these five different elemental powers went through a great cycle and transformed back into Metal Element power, He Yiming's aura had condensed to its peak, unable to be strengthened any further.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, He Yiming's figure seemed to have grown incomparably tall.

Under this inhumanly powerful aura, everyone felt a sense of heavy struggle. Even Yu Jinglei and Lu Zhengyi were enveloped by a feeling of dread. They looked at the Guan Broadsword, gleaming brightly in the sunlight, and simultaneously a sad thought arose within them.

If this Guan Broadsword were aimed not at the Three Flowers Gather at the Summit expert One Hundred and Eight, but at them, then they would have absolutely no chance of survival.

Although everyone knew He Yiming was incredibly powerful, for a newly promoted Single-Line Sky Realm expert to evoke such a feeling in fellow experts of the same rank was truly terrifying.

However, just as He Yiming's aura reached its peak and was about to unleash his strike, One Hundred and Eight suddenly did something that left everyone dumbfounded and incredulous.

He abruptly turned around and, in full view of everyone, fled the courtyard with a speed far exceeding anyone's imagination. At that moment, the absolute speed he displayed was not in the slightest inferior to the full burst of any Innate expert.

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

In fact, under the unparalleled might of He Yiming's blade, no matter how powerful and incredible One Hundred and Eight had appeared, even if he had smacked He Yiming dead like swatting a fly, it would not have surprised everyone as much.

Because, in their minds, One Hundred and Eight was a top-tier Three Flowers Gather at the Summit super expert.

But now, One Hundred and Eight had actually fled.

In front of the Single-Line Sky Realm He Yiming, he chose not to openly fight but to actively retreat.

This was as absurd as an Innate expert confronting an Acquired Stage expert, and when the Acquired Stage expert gathered all their strength for a full strike, the Innate expert turned tail and fled like a deserter.

He Yiming, holding the Guan Broadsword high, also felt an incomparable sense of frustration. He even had an impulse to spit blood.

As an expert of his caliber, it was fine if he didn't use his ultimate move. But if he planned to go all out, throwing caution to the wind like a rogue, and bringing out all his trump cards.

Then the first thing to do was to completely lock onto his opponent.

This was, after all, a desperate, all-out move that would result in mutual harm. If he couldn't even lock onto his opponent, wouldn't he strike empty air and then be at the mercy of others?

Therefore, when an Innate expert's ultimate move was fully unleashed, their desperate attack, under the condition of qi lock, could not miss. Even if the opponent desperately fled, even if their Light Body Technique was far superior, it would still be extremely difficult to avoid this desperate move.

However, One Hundred and Eight did it.

When he turned and ran away at top speed, He Yiming, holding the Guan Broadsword and having reached the peak of his aura, was dumbfounded, because he simply could no longer lock onto One Hundred and Eight's aura, and thus could not unleash this strike.

He had actually forgotten that One Hundred and Eight was not a person, but a Humanoid Weapon resembling a rare metal.

Every person has their unique aura, which is innate. Any living being born from the womb will inevitably have a fixed aura, to a greater or lesser extent.

It is precisely because of this inseparable aura, possessed since birth, that Innate experts can lock onto their enemies through their aura. If one party feels timid or flees in desperation, then what awaits them is the traction of their aura. Even if they flee to the ends of the earth, they cannot escape that terrifying aura tracking.

However, although He Yiming also didn't understand where One Hundred and Eight had crawled out from, one thing was certain: he definitely didn't come from a mother's womb.

He was like a large stone, except this large stone could walk, move, jump, and run.

Even if He Yiming could lock onto the aura of experts much stronger than himself, when facing a stone, apart from using his eyes, all these qi-pulling methods were useless.

Even the strongest person couldn't lock onto a stone through its aura...

The powerful aura was boiling intensely. Having lost its target for release, He Yiming's body was like a huge gunpowder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

Zhuo Wanlian and the others' expressions changed dramatically. They clearly sensed the immense power contained within He Yiming's body at that moment.

Under the pressure of this power, they all felt as if they were in an ice cellar, not daring to even move a finger or blink an eye.

Infinite fear filled their hearts. If He Yiming were to unleash the wrath of that blade on them, then the next year's anniversary would be their death day.

However, to their increasing surprise, He Yiming's saber momentum, like an arrow on a bowstring or a volcanic eruption, ultimately did not truly unleash itself.

Although He Yiming's expression was grim, like someone constipated for three days and nights, or like someone owed him millions and was shamelessly refusing to pay, there was no doubt that the aura within him was still slowly converging.

His body seemed to suddenly transform into a vast, boundless sponge, slowly absorbing the surging, tsunami-like aura that was about to erupt.

Who knows how long passed, but when He Yiming's aura was completely retracted, everyone, including Yuan Lixun, involuntarily breathed a long sigh of relief. Their hearts were filled with lingering fear. However, apart from Yuan Lixun, the rest were experienced elders.

After this observation, their eyes held a touch of something different when they looked at He Yiming again.

Even Yu Jinglei, who had already condensed two flowers, was like this.

When a person's aura is gathered to its peak, especially like He Yiming, who, through some unknown method, successfully stimulated his potential to an extent far exceeding the peak of a Single-Line Sky Realm expert, his ultimate move becomes something that can be unleashed but cannot be retracted.

If one wants to forcibly retract that fully drawn arrow, it's not something that can be resolved by just a little internal injury.

To be able to do this indicates that the aura He Yiming released had not reached its true peak.

All the Innate experts looked at He Yiming with an incredulous gaze.

He... still had energy left!

However, they did not know that He Yiming had already stimulated his aura to its maximum, and it was absolutely impossible for it to increase even a single iota further.

The reason he was able to retract it smoothly was due to his unique constitution.

That black-hole-like Dantian made it difficult to extract True Qi from it, but returning True Qi into it was no problem at all.

Even the cold qi from the Dark Green Jade Bottle was absorbed completely and transformed into one of He Yiming's power attributes, let alone the impact of a mere surge of aura.

Slowly lowering the Guan Broadsword, He Yiming effortlessly dismantled it into three parts and re-packed it on his back.

Although he had the Spatial World, the Guan Broadsword was his lifeblood. Of course, he wouldn't put such a super weapon, which he might need to use at any moment to save his life, into the Spatial World.

Yu Jinglei collected himself and, as if changing his face, squeezed out a smile. He approached He Yiming and said, "Junior Brother, this Guan Broadsword can only truly be utilized in your hands."

He Yiming raised his eyebrows. Whenever the Guan Broadsword was mentioned, a strong sense of pride surged within him.

Zhuo Wanlian and the others also gathered around, but at this moment, Mao Lieguang and Cheng Fu unknowingly felt a sense of restraint in front of He Yiming.

This was a natural reaction of the weak facing the strong. Even if He Yiming didn't show anything, it all happened naturally.

"Brother He, your Saber Technique truly opened my eyes," Zhuo Wanlian said sincerely. "To make Senior Bai retreat without a fight, it's truly remarkable."

Yu Jinglei also nodded repeatedly and added, "Junior Brother's cultivation method is truly incomparably powerful. Even after Senior Bai retreated, he was able to remain as steady as a mountain and did not pursue, which truly makes this elder feel inferior."

Although Zhuo Wanlian did not speak, judging by his expression of emotion, it was clear that his thoughts were almost identical.

He Yiming felt even more depressed. Of course, he wanted to pursue, but the problem was that he couldn't lock onto the opponent's aura with his qi. And relying solely on his eyes and ears...

He sighed softly, knowing that he couldn't explain, and even if he did, they wouldn't believe him.

After all, in the hearts of Yu Jinglei and the others, One Hundred and Eight was an expert even stronger than them. Therefore, unless they were completely insane, they would never try to lock onto One Hundred and Eight's aura without good reason.

If someone made such a move, it would be an open provocation, and even if they were cut down on the spot, no one would stand up for them.

In this world, especially when facing an expert stronger than oneself, no one would do something so self-destructive.

Suddenly, a figure ran back from a distance—it was One Hundred and Eight, who had gone and returned.

Everyone immediately fell silent. No matter how much they despised his behavior, none of them would be so foolish as to openly challenge his reverence and patience.

One Hundred and Eight arrived before them. He Yiming said gloomily, "Brother Bai, why did you retreat without a fight just now?"

"Your saber strike is powerful. I had no confidence in taking it, so why couldn't I retreat?" One Hundred and Eight said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Everyone exchanged glances, completely speechless.

One Hundred and Eight nodded to He Yiming, then grandly and nonchalantly returned to his room.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

This was truly the first time they had seen such a shameless and top-tier Three Flowers Realm expert.

They simultaneously made a decision in their hearts: even if they offended the King of Heaven, they absolutely must not offend this person! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!

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