The Brilliant Fighting Master

In this way, a pursuit started.

Eight captains in the preliminary stage of the Martial Venerable tried their

best, but they didn’t manage to catch up with Jiang Chen. On the contrary,

they saw him farther and farther and about to vanish from their sight soon.

But Shangguan Yan kept chasing. She was in the middle stage of Martial

Venerable, much stronger than the junior captains.

However, Jiang Chen wasn’t only skilled at the conception of wind, he was

also forceful and mighty. He could achieve a speed as fast as lightening as

the extraordinary power flew slowly and steadily in his Holy Sea.

“Miss Shangguan, I can kill you only by one sword attack. Don’t challenge my

patience.”

Jiang Chen turned to say. He exerted his Holy Sea abruptly. The surging

force pushed him ahead. He whooshed across the sky.

In Shangguan Yan’s eyes, Jiang Chen’s speed was enhanced many times

faster in an instant. And she could do nothing but see him flying away.

“”How could his body bear such high speed?””

Shangguan Yan didn’t understand. For people in the preliminary stage of

Martial Venerable, Jiang Chen’s speed was unimaginable. The human body

would usually explode flying at such speed. That was just too much.

But Jiang Chen looked totally fine. She didn’t understand how he had

managed to do it.

“”As long as you are in the Realm of True Force, you won’t be able to run

away from us!”” Shangguan Yan thought to herself.

At the same time, Jiang Chen slowed down after having got rid of Shangguan

Yan. Touching his chest, he thought to himself, “”What a body, with the

dragon blood flowing inside.””

The experiences in the Alien Battlefield wasn’t very pleasant, but in some

sense, he had had many gains.

He broken through to the preliminary stage of Martial Venerable from the

Cloud Eight of the Reaching Heaven State in less than a month, and his fight

doctrine level was already good enough for him to pick up the Redcloud

Sword again.

Moreover, the reunions with Whitty and his father were also pleasant

surprises for him.

Although in the end they parted again, it was good news that Whitty left for the

Realm of Evil Spirits, and his father had become great Venerable.

“”Hopefully everything is fine with my family.””

Jiang Chen’s good mood didn’t last. He recalled how he had been sent to the

Realm of True Force, and how he couldn’t go back because he wasn’t strong

enough yet. At such thoughts, he knew it wasn’t time to celebrate.

“”The Dragon Rebel Army, a big force from the Realm of True Force, was at

their wit’s end facing my father, a great Venerable. When I catch up with him,

it will be time to go to the Three Middle Realms.””

Jiang Chen looked up at the sky. There was only a planes’ channel between

him and the Three Middle Realms.

Suddenly he perceived something. He stopped right away, not affected by

inertia.

He looked ahead and saw a chariot charging down from the sky.

It wasn’t a chariot transformed by any tactical formation, but a real chariot,

pulled by four oppressive holy-level beasts that looked like horses.

They were beasts, but they looked arrogant.

“Pegasuses!”

Jiang Chen was surprised. These were precious beasts. It was even rare for

average people to ride them. Not to mention to use them to pull a chariot.

But the owner of the chariot was indeed using them to pull his splendid

chariot, made of bronze and decorated with gold and silver.

“Do you really think you can leave safely after having killed a member of the

Shangguans?!”

A cold voice came from the chariot, cold enough to make people shiver, and

oppressive.

“Spiritual Venerable!”

Jiang Chen perceived the guy’s state. He turned serious.

In the end, the chariot didn’t crash him. It seemed the owner didn’t want his

chariot stained with his blood.

The chariot stopped ten meters away from Jiang Chen. A pair of hands with

long delicate fingers reached out of the carriage.

Then the Spiritual Venerable appeared before Jiang Chen.

It was a elegant middle-aged man in a black robe whose collar and front had

patterns embroidered by golden silks.

It was easy to tell the fabric of the robe was very expensive, good enough to

make a battle suit that could be used as spiritual weapon.

But he didn’t do that. He was just wearing it as if it was an average piece of

clothes. It was perfectly cut, really noble-looking on him.

The Spiritual Venerable had come to kill, but every act and every move of his

was so elegant. His look was cold and gloomy.

Somehow, different from the battlefield, Jiang Chen felt the Spiritual

Venerables he had met here seemed more threatening.

Maybe it was because there were lots of people on the battlefield so that he

could fight as part of a tactical formation.

But outside the battlefield, it was very dangerous to face Spiritual Venerables

alone.

“Achieving Martial Venerable so young, you could have a promising future.

Why do you have to follow such a path?” Throwing Jiang Chen some glances,

the Spiritual Venerable still looked very cold. He sounded he felt pity for Jiang

Chen.

“What path? Maybe I have a greater background than the young master of

you Shangguans,” Jiang Chen said.

“Yeah?”

Seeing him so calm, the Spiritual Venerable felt dubious. He said, “What

background do you have?”

“My father is a great Venerable.”

This idea suddenly occurred to Jiang Chen. He was curious what kind of

effect this information could have.

Then he confirmed the influence of great Venrables was great indeed. The

Spiritual Venerable, aloof since the beginning, suddenly opened his eyes. He

looked he was hesitating.

“Who is your father?” He didn’t even sound as arrogant as just now.

“I don’t think you know him.”

Jiang Chen answered him in a casual manner. He didn’t really expect to

intimidate the enemy with his father’s name.

“You think you’ll save yourself in this way?”

The Spiritual Venerable was somewhat angry. He thought Jiang Chen had

lied.

He waved his sleeve, and a wooden sword that only measured one foot

dashed over rapidly, emitting azure radiance.

Although it was only a wooden sword, its sharpness could be compared to the

Redcloud Sword.

Jiang Chen dodged it. The wooden sword brushed past him, tearing his

clothes open.

“Hehe.”

Smiling coldly, the Spiritual Venerable said, “You were just bluffing.”

It turned out that he had reserved his strength when he had thrown his sword

over in order to confirm what Jiang Chen had claimed.

If his father was really a great Venerable, he must have some magic treasure

to protect him which could ward off his attack.

“Go to hell.”

The Spiritual Venerable stopped reserving. The wooden sword almost came

up to Jiang Chen in an instant, intending to pierce through his chest.

“Moron.”

Jiang Chen curled up his lip. A strong Buddha's light suddenly appeared

before him. It turned into a solid light wall. The wooden sword bounced off it.

“This is…?” The Spiritual Venerable’s intuition told him things were not good

for him.

“On!”

Jiang Chen exerted the eight groups of spiritual beings. Azure Demon, the

black dragon and the celestial demon showed up as three of the eight groups

of beings, in stern precious images of Buddha, fierce-looking with their eyes

widely open.

The three didn’t need any explanation from Jiang Chen. They attacked

together, charging towards the Spiritual Venerable.

“What treasure is that?!”

The Spiritual Venerable, who had just scorned Jiang Chen for he didn’t have

any magic treasure, was shocked, especially by the black dragon, which

wasn’t a fake one formed by radiance, but a dragon soul for real.

The four proud Pegasuses neighed like frightened kids. They lost control and

started to run. The chariot was bumping along the way behind them.

The Spiritual Venerable didn’t have time to worry about the chariot. He was

still in the shock caused by the three groups of beings.

“Wait.”

Believing Jiang Chen’s father was really a great Venerable, he didn’t want to

attack Jiang Chen to get himself into trouble.

“Don’t you think it’s too late?”

Jiang Chen raised his sword and dashed over. When he had come up to the

Spiritual Venerable, deva, naga and asura merged into the momentum of his

sword and charged towards him.

“Damn it!”

“Great Overarching Heaven Palm!”

The Spiritual Venerable had to act, but he didn’t seem confident. He tried his

best to throw his palm over.

His worry wasn’t unnecessary. The Buddha's power emitted from the eight

groups of spiritual beings cracked his palm attack instantly.

What arrived next was Jiang Chen’s cold blade.