Chapter 94: 94 - Tempest secret realm (08) Young Master Shen could hardly believe his own eyes as he was thrown into the air, but the pain of hitting the wall woke him up immediately, his sword slipping from his grasp. "Blergh!" He vomited a gulp of blood as he fell to his knees. He had his guard completely down and had barely used 30% of his power in that attack, but even so, he shouldn’t have been pushed back so humiliatingly by someone of such inferior cultivation. Qingyi just watched him coldly, his eyes turning to Ruyan. She seemed uninterested, sitting down on a large stone in the corner of the room. She removed her teacup from the space ring and went back to drinking as if nothing had happened. The handsome young man couldn’t help but feel relieved. If he were to take them both on at once, he would be in trouble, but he was confident that he could defeat them one by one. After thinking for a moment, he raised his vision, watching young master Shen. "I’m in a hurry, let’s get this over with." He spoke, his words were arrogant, but his voice was cold and unconcerned. "You..." Young Master Shen gritted his teeth, swallowing a healing pill. As the son of the leader of one of the most powerful sects in the entire outer region of the Blue Moon Continent, he obviously only used pills of the highest quality. He only needed a single moment to recover from all his injuries, the fatigue being swept from his body like dust in the wind. "I’ll skin him alive!" He roared as he picked up his sword from the ground, also a spirit sword, its blade covered in thunderous patterns that shone brightly as he circulated his Qi through it. "Try it!" Qingyi smiled, covering his blade with lightning sword Qi as he advanced. Their swords met with a deafening clang, their lightning Qi tearing up the ground beneath their feet. After a brief clash, they retreated, their swords meeting dozens of times in succession, each blow powerful enough to make the air tremble and the ground give way under the pressure. "Die!" Young Master Shen roared as he pushed every drop of Qi into his sword, his hands trembling and his heart overflowing with hatred. Just... how could that bastard be so strong? He was the pride of the Serene Cloud Sect, his father always said he was the most talented of the younger generation. How could he lose like that to an ant of the third stage of the Foundation Realm? He couldn’t accept that! But still, nothing changed. Qingyi once again used the first form of the Storm Monarch’s sword art, retracting his blade for a brief moment before thrusting. Their swords met and Qingyi shuddered. ’Does this bastard really want to fight to the death?’ He frowned, his feet tearing up the ground as he was forced to retreat. ’No, he’s not giving it his all yet...’ Qingyi forced out his own Qi, his meridians burning as he pushed young master Shen back. "If you really want to kill me, you’d better give it your all." Qingyi said. "You want to see all my power?..." The young master gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw hard enough for his gums to bleed. "Good!" The next moment, his body was surrounded by a thunderous aura, but this one was different. Qingyi felt the heat from afar, his hair fluttering, a frightening Qi taking over everything around him. This was a powerful technique, more powerful than anything he had ever faced before. The aura around young master Shen continued to expand outwards from his body, stopping just short of ten meters. The temperature around him was high enough to make the little water between those stones boil. "I’ll kill you a thousand times!" Young Master Shen roared, advancing towards Qingyi, his body transformed into five distinct bolts of lightning that soon united into one. Qingyi raised his sword, his eyes shining as he drew every last drop of Qi from his Dantian, his body surrounded by silver-blue lightning. When their swords met, there was no clang, quite the contrary, the world seemed to fall into absolute silence. Qingyi felt every muscle in his body screaming in agony, slowly tearing apart as he was pushed back. He roared in pain, activating the first form of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art. His Qi reserves were rapidly depleting, but he didn’t care. "Give in, you son of a bitch!!" Young Master Shen’s roar echoed, his eyes flashing as a metallic clang reached his ears and Qingyi’s sword shattered into sparkling fragments. "Shit!" Qingyi barely had time to raise his arms, activating the black dragon scales and praying that they would withstand the impact. "Fuck you!" Young Master Shen pushed, sending Qingyi flying. The handsome young man’s body hit a wall, the stones cracking and a burst of dust rising in a thick cloud. Young Master Shen gasped for a few moments, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. Unfortunately, that triumphant smile didn’t last long. A sharp pain shot through his jaw as he was thrown to the ground with brutal force. "What-?" He opened his mouth, but was quickly silenced again by Qingyi’s fist. Without giving Young Master Shen time to recover, Qingyi continued punching, his fists covered in blood as he destroyed his opponent’s front teeth with relentless blows. He raised his fist one last time, forcing the little Qi he had left in his body before letting it fall toward Young Master Shen’s face. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to touch him. An explosion sent him flying backward, Young Master Shen’s spatial ring cracking and illuminating the entire room with an intense golden energy that momentarily blinded everyone. "I will have my revenge!" he roared before his body disappeared. "An emergency teleportation talisman?" Qingyi stood up, his face contorted in pain as he focused his gaze on Qing Ruyan. She seemed slightly surprised, but not much more than that. She had already finished her cup of tea and, with a soft sigh, stood up elegantly. "Do you wish to face me as well?" He asked, assuming a defensive stance and getting ready to take a sword from the system.