Night Without End Chapter 209 - 209 135 Young Master

209: Chapter 135: Young Master 209: Chapter 135: Young Master In the misty night, a young man appeared, tall and slightly broad-shouldered.

He was not bulky, but there was a palpable sense of strength about him.

He walked unhurriedly, with a mysterious rhythm in his steps, each step striking like tapping a special spirit drum, resonating in one’s chest.

Was he making his move already?

Nearby, so young people felt a tightness in their chests, extrely uncomfortable, as if their hearts resonated with his footsteps.

Many realized that this newcor was no ordinary person!

In the deep night, without the light of Fire Spring, the wilderness seed soaked in ink, invisible to the ordinary eye.

As the young man approached, his eyes were bright and piercing in the darkness, like two lanterns; his steps were steady, each asured precisely in distance and force.

The ground even trembled slightly; he carried a peculiar “montum” with him, causing so spectator youths nearby to feel as though their hearts were being grasped, growing increasingly uncomfortable.

With a clang, a blade rang out in the darkness; the standing Qin Ming’s Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade partially unsheathed, instantly cutting through the rhythm.

The opposing young man faltered in his steps, the special resonance stopped, with strands of Earth Essence Qi dispersing into the night fog.

“Yu Zhuohan!” The newcor declared his na.

The towering mountains nearby, all swallowed by darkness, not even their silhouettes visible, this was the true aspect of Yewu World.

Qin Ming, with excellent eyesight after six rebirths, could see clearly under the night fog, watching ahead and also introduced himself, “Qin Ming.”

Yu Zhuohan had silver hair that fell to his shoulders, each strand glistening, surprisingly luminous in the night.

His face was sharp and well-defined.

The two sized each other up, without rushing to start a fight.

Where did Cui Family find such help?

Even ng Xinghai was slightly frowning, sensing sothing extraordinary about the silver-haired youth.

He set rather “harsh” rules beforehand, stating no Outer Saints were to participate in the fight, fearing Cui He might seek help from soone enormously superior in skills.

“This is hardly a re newcor.” Qi Daoming, who carried a hint of immortal energy, spoke up; he was the son-in-law of the Li Family, rely here for the spectacle.

And not just him, three generations of the Li Family, all Direct Lineage mbers, were present, clearly intending to keep an eye on the Cui Family, indifferent to whoever lost or won, all smiles.

Cui He, Cui Shuning saw the Li Family Direct Lineage mbers, and their expressions chilled imdiately, having no warmth or good feelings between them.

Suddenly, both sensed sothing and turned to look, spotting Wang Caiwei’s Fifth Uncle and her eldest brother from the sa mother, also standing aside watching the fight.

In the past, the Cui Family was at fault, not informing the Wang family in advance about the Fake Cui Chonghe’s identity, feeling sowhat guilty facing them afterwards.

Especially since the Fake Cui Chonghe, who once traveled with Wang Caiwei and embarked on Newborn Road, seed, on arriving here, to show slight signs of “transforming into a dragon.”

The crucial point was, the Cui Family had already abandoned him earlier, letting him and a group of old folks with limited lifespan lure away the Li Family’s main forces, dood to utilize what heat they had left in death.

Even those within the Cui Family who wanted to “make ands” harbored doubts, believing there were irreconcilable cracks between them, which would foster troubles if nded.

In the distance, Zheng Maorong spoke harshly in a low voice, “Look, those with green glowing hair and that ghastly pale face from practicing Yimu Skill, Cui He and Cui Lao Si, they look as awful as if they’d eaten a dead rat.

He dared to slap ; I must return the favor soday!”

He had once relied on his status, never personally intervening, but had instigated others against Qin Ming with glances and faint smiles.

Other peers, both male and female, all from noble families, had complex expressions watching Qin Ming in the night fog, recalling past events.

So were once close to him, belonging to Qin Ming’s old friends.

This ti, hearing that a lot of acquaintances were coming to watch, these noble children flocked over.

More than two years had passed, so of them naturally no longer deigned to associate with Fake Cui Chonghe, but so who had wanted to visit him in this remote place took this opportunity to attend.

In the distance, amid swirling black fog, Li Qingyun appeared, holding a wine jar while sitting on a big blue stone, the other hand lifting a wine cup, signaling to Cui Lao Wu to join him for a drink.

Cui Lao Wu did not want to engage, finding the flavor too harsh; he felt completely coerced.

He realized that unless Qin Ming entered an ancestral court or joined a High-Level Academy, he could not escape.

…

Under the night fog, two young n started fighting!

The battle erupted, silencing everyone far and wide.

In the darkness, both their bodies were flowing with stunning Heavenly Light Force, like two bolts of lightning striking through the night, illuminating the wilderness, clashing fiercely.

Yu Zhuohan rapidly retreated, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath, having felt an overwhelming pressure in that brief exchange of blows.

Cui family mbers remained calm, showing no concern.

The Lu Family was indifferent, here purely for entertainnt, but now they all showed surprise, now seeming to confirm that Qin Ming was a mutant!

Lu Yuzhi stared; she truly hadn’t expected that Qin Ming, whom she had casually t in Jinrui City, was so perceptive and possibly a mutant.

With such a foundation, he was absolutely qualified to enter the Yuqing Lineage!

“In such a short ti, he has grown this much?” Zheng Maorong’s face changed, not looking too pleased.

In the night fog, Qin Ming was composed; his tall figure stood like a mountain, pressing forward, nearing his opponent.