Night Without End

Chapter 1398 - 587: God of the Previous Generation, Part 2

However, Huang Zhaoting’s reputation was too immense; decades ago, he once outshone the geniuses of his era. Now upon his return, everyone keenly watches.

"Grandfather, is he really that formidable?" On the road, a young person asked his grandfather, feeling the old man might be overly excited. The old man’s eyes were like little suns, carrying him as he sprinted wildly just to catch the battle in time.

The elder replied, "Each generation has its own god. It’s normal that you don’t understand. If he had not suddenly retired to practice the Heaven Opening Axe, he would likely still be gloriously popular. I want to see how strong he is now after hiding for decades."

The young man said, "I feel, if he returns to his youth, he would be no better than One Sword, nor surpass Sect Realm."

"Want a smacking?" The elder glared at him.

"Grandfather, the era you lived through has passed away in the end. I think your excitement comes not from the person himself, but because hearing of him evokes your youth, recalling distant acquaintances, perhaps even old flames? I’ll tell grandma."

"You’ve got so much drama, where is all this coming from?" The elder poked his forehead, warning him not to speak nonsense.

In the night sky, even a Female Grandmaster seemed a bit lost, her voice slightly trembling, "Zhaoting, you’ve finally... appeared again."

It’s imaginable the influence Huang Zhaoting had back then!

This Female Grandmaster hurried on the road, pursuing that distant streak of light. She became a Grandmaster at fifty, considered a top-tier genius.

As strong as she was, even she felt her emotions stirred; after separating years ago, catching sight of him later decades apart, she found it hard to restrain herself.

On the road, a young man asked, "Second Uncle, is Huang Zhaoting really that influential? I saw multiple Grandmasters so excitedly chasing after him just now."

A man with some frost on his temples nodded, "Hmm, he once stunned all the Old Mountain peaks in the sky."

The young man further asked, "Was he the First of his era?"

"This..."

...

Huang Zhaoting, like a comet crashing into the moon, rushed violently, the Night Fog exploded apart, heavy clouds were plowed open.

He appeared in Qin Ming’s sight like a blood-red sun across the sky.

His stature was tall, his eyes like two sharp swords, angled into his temples; his eyes were bright, nose high and slightly hooked, just standing there exuded intimidation.

Huang Zhaoting had already stopped, standing on the horizon, not taking the first action immediately.

At this level, the youthful arrogance of "who rules" long dissolved like morning dew. Ground down by time, the previous generation god had become steady and profound.

Seeing the opponent waiting alone in place, Huang Zhaoting did not rush to strike but waited for the Huang Family Great Grandmasters and others to arrive after receiving the news.

This was not out of fear but considering the family perspective, emphasizing steadiness, his actions showed restraint.

Qin Ming tread the Void, rising gracefully from the great mountain, advancing forward; with the opponent here, he did not wish to waste time.

"Is it really you, the Evil Path Grandmaster?" Huang Zhaoting spoke.

He had already seen portraits, although the real face was blurry, the attire matched, and that demeanor could not be imitated by ordinary persons.

"Indeed!" Qin Ming responded.

In his youth, Huang Zhaoting was an overwhelmingly assertive person; seeing the opponent initiate an attack in this moment, he did not wait further.

From him, with a thunderous sound, a surge of blood, he resembled an ancient God and Demon, crossing the river of time, entering the present world.

His boundless blood gushed forth, dispersing clouds, his full head of black hair moved without wind, waving towards the rear.

His gaze was like two bolts of lightning, tearing through the night sky, projecting over with an aggressive momentum, seeming to warp the Void entirely.

In this moment, ten directions fell silent.

People rushing nearby felt suffocated, overwhelmed by the encompassing Qi Mechanism, like facing the Divine, as if standing on the edge of the Abyss.

Huang Zhaoting, no longer restrained, seemed to stand in a blood-colored Big Sun, Crimson Light tore open the sky, the entire night sky was bathed in its radiance.

Moreover, he did not wait for Qin Ming’s move, but proactively attacked.

The night turned to Day, but tinted with blood!

Above Huang Zhaoting’s head, a Heaven Opening Axe rose in suspension, not cleaving out, but reflecting blood light, one after another, densely like a storm of falling stars.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed countless blood-colored stars spread vast and boundless, sweeping over Qin Ming.

The extraordinary genius of the Huang Family unleashed a Big Move right off the bat.

Looking closely, it was axe after axe, all formed from condensed blood light, now like dense falling meteors, roaring boundlessly.

Anyone witnessing this scene felt their scalps tingle.

In the far sky, some elder marveled, "No wonder it’s Huang Zhaoting, his grandeur surpasses even back then!"

People arriving afterward stood at the edge of the sky, already dazzled, scalp tingling, watching in awe as unending blood axes cut through the vast heavens.

How could anyone block this?

Even a Grandmaster felt chills in their spine, asking themselves if they could withstand it; truly trapped within, they would surely be cleaved into blood rain and shattered bones.

Everyone held their breath, watching that scene intently.

Qin Ming swung his large sleeves, unleashing endless Pure Yang Sword Qi, thousands upon thousands pouring forward, each Sword Qi trailing a long, ethereal light.

The night was pierced, sword light like a rainbow, intertwining into a net, plowing through every span of Void.

The two clashed head-on without reservation, aggressively counterattacking.

The clanging resonated throughout heaven, the harrowing sword hum and the blood axe’s roaring mingled, the entire night sky seemed shattered.

Each Sword Qi struck a blood axe, igniting bursts under the night sky, bursting forth beams carrying Runes and Tao Rhythm.