Night Without End

Chapter 1414 - 592: The Madman Not Seen for Eight Thousand Years

Why does she want to beat him up? The Chairman secretly pondered. She shouldn’t have such emotions; her body instinctively reminded her that her Heart Lake should be like the moon reflected in a well, clear and peaceful, without ripples.

But now, she had a growing urge to pin Qin Ming down and beat him viciously, like a wild weed, uncontrollable except for resolving her inner turmoil.

Tracing back eight thousand years... never seen such a madman!

This was why the Chairman couldn’t restrain herself, feeling a strong impulse to grind Qin Ming under her feet.

Qin Ming seemed unaware, standing with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves gathering the night breeze, appearing detached, transcending the world.

The more the Chairman looked, the angrier she became, unable to contain herself, her long hair like silver silk fluttering freely. Although her face still carried a hint of a smile, her body had already tensed.

She was ready to express her feelings directly!

The Night Fog encircled the mountain, dark as Mo Ran, insects chirped and beasts roared, rising and falling. The Fire Spring wound through the silver pine forest, the red glow slanting upon the silver needles, quite magnificent.

"Right here, the predetermined result should be concluded early." Qin Ming said, standing on a silver pine, his manner transcendent and inviting.

He put his left hand behind his back, truly intending to confront his opponent with only his right hand.

In the distance, the Red Squirrel’s eyes widened, staring deep into the silver pine forest, muttering: "What’s wrong with me? I’m actually hoping... Uncle Qin suffers a crushing defeat."

The Thunder King Bird nodded repeatedly, dared not speak much but silently agreed.

They heard the commotion and followed down, just in time to witness this scene, having heard Qin Ming’s words not long ago.

The talking sparrow concluded, "Everyone’s wishes align!"

Qin Ming glanced in that direction and said, "Are you all naturally rebellious?"

"Oh no, this far away, transmitting sound secretly, the Mountain Master can still hear?"

In an instant, the squirrel dashed away and the bird fled, escaping swiftly.

The Chairman took a deep breath, her graceful figure blended into the night and disappeared, but in the next moment, a white expanse filled the world, silver radiance crisscrossed.

Be they pine needles on the trees or a thick layer accumulated on the ground, they all floated up, carrying the Tao Rhythm, like endless flying swords, densely packed, shooting at Qin Ming.

With a sweep of his wide sleeve, thousands of silver rays turned into powder, exploding in the night sky, infused with Divine Material and Tao Rhythm was futile.

Under the night curtain, wave after wave of silver needles, accompanied by grass leaves, tree branches, everything in the world transformed into Sword Intent, following the Chairman’s Pure Yang Consciousness, raining down like a storm.

Even beneath Qin Ming’s feet, terrifying sword beams burst fiercely, fully encompassed with no dead ends, he was engulfed by the Chairman’s concentrated Sword Intent.

Simultaneously, the disappearing Chairman reappeared in the night, suddenly behind Qin Ming amidst the sword rain, her snow-white palm silently pressed down.

Qin Ming instantly shifted, facing the Chairman, his right hand struck out, saying: "Daring to meet me at close range combat, commendable courage."

With a thunderous boom, it sounded as if Heavenly Thunder exploded in mid-air, with their palms as the center, terrifying ripples spread outward, even more terrifying than a sweep of the Heavenly Blade.

Whether it was the Primitive Forest, or huge mountain rocks, anything touched disintegrated in an instant, like a storm of destruction passing through.

The Chairman’s silver hair danced, like lightning strikes, in a blink clashed with Qin Ming hundreds of times, incredibly fast.

In the night sky, they seemed like two beams of light entwined, with a rumble, a cliff, affected by their attack, collapsed on the spot.

Suddenly, they separated, flying back separately, landing on different mountain peaks, their feet resonated with deafening roars.

The peaks crumbled beneath their steps, cracks several feet wide spread across the mountaintops.

The residual force unloaded by both still had an impressive effect, showing how dangerous their direct confrontation was.

Crack, rumbling!

Finally, the tops of both peaks each fell a small section, instantly dust clouds surged into the sky.

The Chairman’s curves were impeccable, her silhouette graceful, yet in fierce combat displayed such bravery, truly astounding.

Qin Ming wasn’t surprised, after all, the other had once become an Immortal, even though revived in this life, her Body degraded to the Fifth Realm, far from her former self, still beyond ordinary reach.

The Chairman kept a far enough distance, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, close combat wasn’t her only option, she intentionally weighed the opponent in all aspects.

Primitive instincts once hinted to her, as long she wasn’t inferior in realm, she could rely on her pure Body Power to sweep all enemies in the world!

Currently, this so-called "Master" wanting to take advantage, made her deeply surprised, managed to calmly block her storm-like attacks.

The most hateful part, this person was truly battling with one hand behind his back.

In fact, Qin Ming’s left hand behind him was clenched tight, his knuckles slightly whitened.

He faced off single-handedly, requiring incredibly swift adaptability, his feet on the Primordial Element Golden Bridge almost smoked, golden radiance scattered.

Nonetheless, having spoken like that, he had to hold firm.

Without decisively suppressing the Chairman, she most likely would be unyielding.

The Chairman dressed in plain clothes surpassing snow, suspended in the night sky, divine symbols appeared in her beautiful eyes, everything in the world presented mysterious trajectories, placing her in a terrifying Domain.

She felt her combat talent elevated a notch.

She stepped into the Void, each step a Mirage, continuous instant shifts, not hastening to attack since there was no need for blind actions. She could anticipate the opponent’s next move, waiting for the opportunity.

In her eyes, everything had a trajectory, a pattern could be found.

Yet, that madman could actually always make the best response, was it an instinctive foresight, or did his reactions exceed common sense?