Chapter 94 - 76: Push Open This Gate, and an Immortal Arrives
Chapter 94: Chapter 76: Push Open This Gate, and an Immortal Arrives
Beneath the moon, Su Chen’s strongest technique, the Star-Burying Sword, had yet to be unleashed, but he was already on equal footing with the Grandmaster.
If this continued...
Tonight,
a Grandmaster would fall.
"Stand down,"
Su Chen advised.
"I... have not yet been defeated!"
Elder Yun roared.
In an instant,
the wind came, and the snow arrived.
The power of his wind and snow grew frantic. From his body, a Wind Snow Dragon roared forth.
This was a True Intent Stance—the dragon of a Grandmaster.
In response,
Su Chen’s eyes remained unchanged. He merely whispered,
"Sword Comes!"
At that moment, outside the city on Cyan Mountain, amidst a hibiscus tree and a forest of peach blossoms, a longsword buried in the earth let out a clear cry. It burst from its Sword Box, tore across the sky, and traveled three hundred li in the blink of an eye to arrive.
Wherever it passed, sword scars filled the sky. It cut through the three-li-wide Imperial City and landed steadily in Su Chen’s hand.
At that instant, an unparalleled Sword Intent erupted from Su Chen.
"This..."
Witnessing this terrifying scene, all the First Grade experts present were stunned. Someone cried out involuntarily, "That’s it."
"He’s a Sword Cultivator."
"Even with a Grandmaster like Elder Yun here in person, he couldn’t be forced to draw his sword..."
A sword summoned from hundreds of li away.
What did that mean?
It meant this man had been holding back the entire time.
Even when facing a Grandmaster, he couldn’t be forced to get serious. Was this still a First Grade expert?
At this moment, as Su Chen gripped his sword, the wind and snow filling the sky transformed into the three-hundred-li Imperial City’s Wind Snow Sword, which came crashing down.
"Come!"
Elder Yun’s fighting spirit surged. The Wind Snow Dragon erupted from his body, soaring three hundred zhang into the sky to meet the Wind Snow Sword.
"No!"
"Stop fighting!"
"Senior Brother, don’t fight! Come back!"
The Xuanyang Sect Master, a Peak First Grade expert in his seventies or eighties, cried out repeatedly, his voice filled with sorrow.
"We concede!"
"In this battle, we, the Xuanyang Sect, concede."
The Xuanyang Sect Master wanted to pull the linen-clothed Elder Yun away, but even a Peak First Grade expert like him was not qualified to get anywhere near the battlefield.
With Heaven-Ascension Tower at the center, the two raging blizzards seemed to have split the area into two separate worlds. Anyone below the level of a Grandmaster who approached would die!
A Grandmaster!
This Muddy World Profound Robe before them, with his youthful face, was actually a Grandmaster as well.
First-Grade cultivation, but the battle power of a Grandmaster.
’But his opponent is a Grandmaster, one who is not afraid to die. Even a Supreme First Grade would have to face a bitter end,’ countless gazes from all over the world converged, watching this peak battle.
"Don’t worry, Junior Brother... I... will kill him..."
Elder Yun said with grim determination.
At that instant, the three-hundred-zhang Wind Snow Dragon met the three-hundred-li Wind Snow Sword.
That night,
a Grandmaster fell.
The scene was utterly silent.
Atop Heaven-Ascension Tower, the Wind Snow Dragon, which represented the Grandmaster’s Essence Qi, had vanished.
The aged figure in coarse linen, his feet bare, still stood in the same spot, but he was no longer breathing.
On the rooftop,
beneath the moon,
only the Muddy World Profound Robe with his youthful face remained, standing with his sword in hand.
For a moment,
everyone forgot their purpose here. They could only stare in terror at the shocking figure before them.
To slay a Grandmaster who was ready to die, all while at the First Grade... this was beyond peerless. It was comparable to the legendary Long Xuanjun, who was said to have slain the Grandmaster Demon Emperor of Great Liang.
No!
This man was a Supreme First Grade!
"Senior Brother!"
The Xuanyang Sect Master, the Peak First Grade expert in his seventies or eighties, trembled as he climbed Heaven-Ascension Tower and carried the linen-clothed Grandmaster’s body down on his back.
"This battle..."
"The Xuanyang Sect concedes defeat."
"Senior Brother, it was I who brought this upon you."
He wailed in grief as he led the people of the Xuanyang Sect away, his retreating figure looking desolate.
The arrogant aura of the Great Liang First Grade experts vanished in an instant.
On the other hand,
the aura of the Great Zhou First Grade experts surged.
"Serves them right."
"Hahaha!"
"Those Liang People are no better than pigs and dogs! They deserved to die for making an enemy of our Great Zhou! And wasn’t it a powerhouse from our Great Zhou who killed him?"
A white-haired old man chuckled grimly. He was a Peak First Grade expert, one of the hidden pillars of Great Zhou.
BAM!
The next instant,
a snowflake landed on him. It was as heavy as Mount Tai, crushing him until his flesh burst and he exploded into a mist of blood.
"A Grandmaster is not to be lightly insulted."
"Also,"
"I am not one of the Zhou People. I am also one of those... ’pigs and dogs’ from Great Liang you spoke of..."
As soon as these words were spoken,
the entire crowd erupted.
The First Grade experts of the Zhou People turned pale with shock, their faces filled with disbelief. The First Grade experts of the Liang People were startled and suspicious, and only then did they remember to carefully examine Su Chen’s face.
Immediately, someone cried out in alarm.
"Su Chen!"
"He’s Su Chen!"
"The head of Old Liang’s Three Ducal Ministers, Zhang Gui’s close friend, Xu Han’s Master Su, number one on the Martial Arts List during the Jianwu Period, the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster!"
"He’s one of us! A Liang Person! A Liang Person!"
HISS!
"It’s him?!"
"In the Jianwu Year, his fame only just began to rise. Now, he’s a Supreme First Grade who can slay a Grandmaster with his sword. How old is he now?"
At this moment, it wasn’t just the First Grade experts of the Liang People; even those from the Zhou People began counting on their fingers, calculating Su Chen’s age.
A normal person reaches First Grade around the age of fifty. A prodigy might do so around forty.
As for Peak First Grade, ninety percent are in their seventies or eighties.
The peerless were even older.
Soon,
they had their answer.
The Wind Snow Little Grandmaster was thirty-eight.
"Thirty-eight years old, a Supreme First Grade who can slay a Grandmaster with his sword..."
The crowd fell silent once more.
They felt
it would have been better not to calculate his age at all.
Was this man even human?
In response to this,
Su Chen raised his eyes, swept his gaze over the crowd, and asked for the third time.
"I say, the fighting ends today!"
"Who agrees?"
"Who objects?!"
The same words, spoken for the third time, now carried the weight of Mount Tai, pressing down on them so heavily that no one dared to breathe.
At this moment,
Sikong was the first to bow.
"Cease fighting!"
Instantly,
the First Grade experts of the Zhou People awoke as if from a dream. They all bowed their heads and repeated,
"Cease fighting! Cease fighting!"
But the Liang People were still unwilling to back down.
They had lost a Grandmaster!
Today,
they had come to sever the Imperial Blood of Great Zhou.
They had not achieved a single thing.
How could they possibly retreat?
"Lord Su, you are also a Liang Person. When the Violent Liang was overthrown, you were nowhere to be seen."