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Chapter 608 Thunderclap (Seeking monthly votes!)
His punch missed!
The powerful, earth-shattering energy of the dragon and elephant swept past Jiang Lishan, creating a visible ripple of air that spread in all directions, shattering a few thin clouds on the horizon.
Chen Qing withdrew his fist, stood still, and raised his head, his gaze locking onto the deep purple figure.
Jiang Lishan stood in mid-air, looking down.
His robes fluttered slightly in the gale, his black longsword pointing diagonally downwards, a cold glint flickering at its tip, like the coldest star in the night sky.
At
that moment, a glint of light flashed in Jiang Lishan's eyes.
He had seen an opening.
Although Chen Qing's punch was incredibly powerful, the circulation of his qi and blood would inevitably be momentarily sluggish after unleashing its full force.
In a battle between masters, this is precisely the point of contention.
Jiang Lishan moved.
She slowly raised her jet-black longsword, its tip pointing directly at Chen Qing below.
Her posture was like that of the legendary True Martial Emperor descending from the clouds, wielding his sword to settle the world with a single strike.
The sword's power preceded its arrival.
An indescribable sword intent rose from Jiang Lishan's body.
This sword strike lacked the flamboyance of eighty-one split sword lights, the complexity of countless sword shadows; it was simply one strike.
On the plaza, thousands of people looked up at the deep purple figure descending from the sky, feeling as if their breath had become difficult to take.
The sword fell.
Like a purple lightning bolt cleaving down from the heavens, or a mountain crashing down from the ninth heaven.
Before the sword's edge even arrived, the immense pressure of the sword had already enveloped the entire plaza.
Under the pressure of the sword, cracks spread from beneath Chen Qing's feet in all directions across the bluestone ground.
Chen Qing looked up at the sword.
He didn't retreat.
Jiang Lishan's sword strike, using momentum as its edge and intent as its blade, had completely locked onto the major acupoints around his body.
No matter which direction he dodged, this sword would follow him relentlessly until it pierced his body.
He had no choice but to withstand it!
With a thought, Chen Qing's blood and qi surged forth, boiling within him. He
activated the eleventh level of the Dragon-Elephant Vajra Body at full power!
The pale golden light on his body suddenly intensified, enveloping him like a golden Arhat.
Behind him, the enormous Vajra phantom reappeared.
Its face was majestic, its hands forming a mudra, seated cross-legged in the void, protecting Chen Qing.
The sword fell.
There was no earth-shattering collision, no intense scene of sparks flying.
Only a soft sound.
"Crack!"
The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
A crack appeared between the Vajra phantom's brows.
The crack, like a spiderweb, spread outwards in all directions, instantly covering the entire Vajra phantom.
Jiang Lishan's sword strike was too powerful!
The power of this strike far exceeded any attack Chen Qing had previously endured.
The Vajra phantom swayed precariously.
The power emanating from the sword continued to pour forth, like an inexhaustible waterfall, relentlessly assaulting Chen Qing's defenses. Chen Qing's bones groaned, his blood surged, and his internal organs trembled.
He knew that at this rate, the Vajra phantom wouldn't last long.
Once the Vajra phantom shattered, the residual force of this sword strike would directly fall upon him, leaving him severely injured even if he didn't die.
Just then, a dense pressure erupted from Chen Qing's body!
The instant the pressure spread, the sword descending from the sky paused slightly.
This wasn't because Jiang Lishan had withdrawn her strength, but because the pressure was too intense.
The next moment, a sudden change occurred!
Centered on Chen Qing, countless spear intents appeared out of thin air within a radius of several dozen feet!
These spear intents condensed from the void, as if every inch of air and every grain of dust in this world had transformed into his spears at this moment.
The spear intents were dense and overwhelming.
Within those spear intents, there was an even more mysterious aura.
Daoist Rhyme.
That was the fluctuation of the rules of heaven and earth, a realm beyond the reach of supernatural powers and secret techniques.
Chen Qing's spear domain contained Daoist Rhyme.
This was something he had comprehended from the Xuanhuang Spear Seal.
Under the cover of his spear domain, not only was there an overwhelming pressure of spear intent, but it could also make the opponent's true essence circulation become sluggish and dull, as if stuck in mud. Chen Qing rose into the air.
His figure burst out from the golden light of blood and qi, his whole body like a long spear, its sharpness fully revealed, unstoppable.
The Jingzhe Spear in his hand emitted a hum, and a bolt of lightning appeared on the spear.
Chen Qing rose to the same height as Jiang Lishan, standing with the spear in hand.
Then, with a thought, he
fully unleashed his spear domain!
Centered on him, the space within a radius of several dozen feet was completely covered by spear intent.
Jiang Lishan felt the cover of the spear domain and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He felt that the circulation of true essence in his body had indeed become a bit sluggish.
Although with his peak eighth-level cultivation, this lack of skill was far from enough to affect his combat power, it was enough to illustrate the point.
It showed that Chen Qing's spear domain had become powerful enough to have a substantial impact on a peak eighth-level grandmaster.
A glint flashed in Jiang Lishan's eyes.
A completely different kind of pressure erupted from his body!
That pressure was completely different from Chen Qing's spear domain.
Chen Qing's spear domain was sharp and fierce, like a volley of arrows, its sharpness fully revealed.
Jiang Lishan's sword domain, on the other hand, was upright and majestic, like a mighty river flowing and the setting sun over a long river.
Sword intent surged from Jiang Lishan's body, spreading out in all directions like a tide.
The spear domain and the sword domain collided violently in mid-air!
The two completely different domains, like two invisible mountains, squeezed and collided in the sky.
The spear domain was sharp and fierce, like countless invisible spears, piercing towards the sword domain from all directions.
The sword domain, like an indestructible iron wall, blocked all the countless spear intents.
At the center of the collision between the two forces, the air was torn apart, and space itself was slightly distorted.
Visible ripples spread outwards from the collision center in all directions, tearing the clouds to shreds and causing the air to explode with sharp shrieks.
On the main peak, the glazed tiles of the ancient palace rattled under the impact of the aftershocks, and several loose tiles were blown away, shattering into dust in mid-air.
A deep rumble echoed among the thirty-six peaks, like an earth dragon turning over.
The two forces waxed and waned, rising and falling, neither able to overcome the other.
On the main peak's plaza, thousands of people looked up at this scene in the sky, feeling their scalps tingle and their spines turn cold.
This level of duel was beyond the comprehension of most people.
On the viewing platform, Jiang Huaizhou's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the two confronting figures.
"A spear domain with eighteen spear intents is indeed extraordinary,"
Jiang Huaizhou said softly, a hint of admiration in his voice.
He paused, his gaze falling on Chen Qing, and continued, "What's even more remarkable is that the spear domain... actually contains Daoist rhyme." "Daoist rhyme?"
The elder sitting beside him asked, "Sect Master, are you saying... that's the rudimentary form of Daoist arts?"
Jiang Huaizhou didn't answer, only nodded slightly.
The elder gasped, his gaze towards Chen Qing instantly changing completely.
Daoist arts.
That's something that no supernatural power or secret technique can compare to.
Looking across the entire Yan Kingdom, those who can touch the threshold of Daoist arts at the Grandmaster level are few and far between.
Not far from Jiang Huaizhou, Xie Mingyan sat upright in her chair, motionless.
No wonder Chen Qing dared to challenge Jiang Lishan!
Xie Mingyan took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions within her.
"Yunshui Upper Sect..."
she sighed inwardly, "When will such a prodigy emerge?"
She didn't say these words aloud, burying them deep within her heart.
Her gaze returned to the battlefield.
High in the sky.
The clash between the spear domain and the sword domain finally reached a delicate balance.
The two forces stood in confrontation in the sky, separated by an invisible line.
Jiang Lishan looked at Chen Qing opposite him, his admiration deepening.
This young man was far stronger than he had expected.
"Chen Qing,"
Jiang Lishan finally spoke, "I won't hold back anymore."
Chen Qing replied, "Go all out."
In the next instant, Jiang Lishan's entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation.
If before he was a towering mountain, steady and unshakeable,
then now he was a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, unstoppable.
His eyes reflected the swirling clouds in the sky, the continuous mountain ridges of the thirty-six peaks below, and the young man standing with a spear.
Then, he slowly spoke.
"The Jade Capital in the Heavens, the Twelve Towers and Five Cities."
Within the sword domain, the dignified sword intents suddenly became violent.
Every sword intent trembled, hummed, and yearned for release.
Jiang Lishan raised his jet-black longsword, its tip pointing directly at the sky.
Then, he brought his sword down.
Nine Tremors of Azure Clouds!
This was a secret technique that only the sect leader of the Heavenly Treasure Sect was qualified to cultivate, and it was considered one of the two great divine abilities, alongside "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch."
This sword technique did not emphasize the changes in sword moves or the differentiation of sword light; it only emphasized the word "tremor."
With one strike, the sword energy trembled nine times.
Each tremor was more violent, more sharp, and more unstoppable than the previous one.
The nine tremors unleashed together were enough to shake mountains and tear the sky apart.
The sword fell.
A sword aura as thick as a palace pillar burst forth from the jet-black longsword, surging like a raging bull, vast and turbulent, like a celestial river cascading down from the heavens!
Within that sword aura lay nine layers of hidden force.
The instant the first layer of hidden force erupted, the air in the path of the sword aura was completely torn apart, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing explosion.
The second layer of hidden force erupted immediately afterward, making the sword energy even more violent and faster.
The third, fourth, fifth...
one layer after another, each faster and stronger than the last.
The moment the ninth layer of hidden force erupted, the entire sword energy transformed into a giant purple dragon, baring its fangs and roaring as it charged towards Chen Qing! Chen Qing's spear domain trembled violently before this sword energy.
The overwhelming spear intent was now like reeds in a storm, bent and twisted by the sword energy.
Chen Qing frowned deeply.
He could clearly sense that the foundation of his spear domain was shaking.
Jiang Lishan's sword strike was no ordinary sword move; it was a weapon of slaughter capable of shaking mountains.
But he did not retreat.
Chen Qing's true essence surged into the Jingzhe Spear, and then he thrust it out.
This thrust was completely different from the previous one.
The moment the spear tip pierced through, the air within a hundred feet of Chen Qing suddenly cooled down.
Countless fine ice crystals appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth.
Reflecting the morning light, these crystals refracted a rainbow of colors, beautiful as a dream, yet beneath that beauty lay a terrifying chill capable of shattering metal and stone.
Snowflakes.
Large flakes condensed from the void, swirling and falling, adorning the entire sky like a snowfield in deep winter. Each snowflake was a killing intent condensed from Chen Qing's spear intent, sharp as a blade, icy and bone-chilling.
The snowflakes fell denser and faster, instantly forming a hundred-foot-long blizzard in the sky.
Amidst the wind and snow, a dragon's roar suddenly resounded.
The roar soared to the heavens, shaking the mist between the thirty-six peaks. The Wind and
Thunder Hidden Dragon's Roar!
The Jingzhe Spear transformed into a purple light, carrying the swirling snow and the surging dragon's roar, directly meeting Jiang Lishan's sword energy. The blood and qi of the thousands present faltered.
Then, centered on the point of impact, frost spread, and the sword energy slowed down.
Layer upon layer of thick frost spread across the surface of the sword energy at a visible speed.
The purple sword energy, surging like a bull, was frozen in mid-air like an insect encased in amber under the erosion of the ice and snow. The speed at which the frost spread was astonishing; almost in the blink of an eye, it froze the entire sword energy from the outside in, from the surface to the core. The originally vast and turbulent sword energy had now transformed into a giant ice pillar stretching across the sky. A
thick fog appeared between heaven and earth.
It was water vapor evaporated after the collision of ice and snow with the sword energy, repeatedly switching between extreme cold and extreme heat, and finally condensing into a blanket of white fog that enveloped the entire battlefield.
The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
Chen Qing stood in the fog, his breath turning into a white column of mist.
Just when he thought he had temporarily blocked Jiang Lishan's attack... An unexpected
turn of events occurred! A faint cracking sound came from the ice pillar. Chen Qing saw it. The frost on the surface of the purple sword energy he had frozen began to crack. The cracks spread outwards from the inside of the sword energy, starting with just one or two, but quickly spreading like a spiderweb across the entire ice pillar. The frost on the ice pillar was actually trembling. This tremor originated from within the sword energy itself. Daoist rhythm. It was the Daoist rhythm contained within the Nine Tremors of Cangyun. Jiang Lishan's swordsmanship had reached a level where she could integrate Daoist rhythm into her sword energy. The frequency and intensity of the Daoist rhythm's tremors increased. Under that tremor, the frost melted rapidly, like snowflakes under the blazing sun. "Boom!!!" The ice pillar exploded! Countless shattered ice crystals shot out in all directions like hidden weapons, each fragment containing a sharp sword intent. The purple sword energy, after breaking through the ice, not only didn't weaken but surged towards Chen Qing with even greater ferocity! The color of the sword energy deepened, changing from purple to a deep purple, almost black. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was completely torn apart, leaving a black rift that lingered for a long time, as if space itself had been wounded by this sword. Chen Qing's expression changed drastically. It was too late. This sword came too fast, so fast that his body couldn't react at all. He could only hold the Jingzhe Spear horizontally in front of him, fully activating his Dragon Elephant Vajra Body, trying to withstand the sharpness of this sword. But the sword energy didn't give him a chance to withstand it. The deep purple sword energy, like a raging torrent, crashed into Chen Qing's body and then passed right through him. There was no flying blood, no shattered bones, not even a scream. The instant the sword energy pierced through "Chen Qing's" body, the figure was like a reflection in water shattered by a pebble, creating ripples before silently dissipating into the air. An afterimage? No, it wasn't an afterimage! It was the Nine Shadows Escape Technique. In that instant, just as the sword energy broke through the ice and was about to strike him, Chen Qing had already activated the Nine Shadows Escape Technique, his true body shifting horizontally by dozens of feet, leaving only a phantom image in place to withstand the impact of the sword energy. The sword energy crashed into the mountain wall behind the main peak. "Boom!!!" A deafening roar, like the collapse of the heavens and the splitting of the earth, shook the entire Tianbao Peak violently. The mountain wall, which had existed for thousands of years, was blasted into a huge crater dozens of feet in diameter by this single sword strike. Debris tumbled down the mountain wall like a torrential rain, crashing into the dense forest below, stirring up clouds of dust. Jiang Lishan stood in mid-air, her robes fluttering in the fierce wind. "A minor trick, unable to withstand the overwhelming force." His tone was nonchalant, as if commenting on a child's prank. The instant the words left his lips, Jiang Lishan moved. He didn't chase after Chen Qing's true form, didn't use the Shrinking Earth technique, and didn't even turn to see where Chen Qing had teleported to. He simply raised his hand and flicked his sleeve. The movement was fluid and effortless, devoid of any artifice. "Buzz buzz buzz buzz!!!" Eighteen crisp sword sounds rang out simultaneously. The sword sounds didn't originate from the longsword in Jiang Lishan's hand, but rather burst forth from within his sleeve.
Eighteen beams of light shot out from Jiang Lishan's sleeve.
Each beam was a flying sword, about three feet long, jet black, identical to the longsword in Jiang Lishan's hand. The eighteen flying swords lined up in mid-air, tips pointing downwards, hilts upwards, like eighteen pillars supporting the sky, stretching across the heavens and earth. Each flying sword emanated a sharp sword intent.
These sword intents resonated with each other, instantly forming an impenetrable sword net.
On the sword net, mysterious patterns emerged.
The True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Formation!
On the viewing platform, Marquis Jingnan's eyes narrowed sharply.
This first-rank marquis of Yan Kingdom involuntarily sat up straight the moment he saw the sword formation.
"True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword..."
Marquis Jingnan repeated the name in a low voice, his tone heavy.
He certainly recognized this sword formation.
This is a divine secret technique of the True Martial lineage of the Tianbao Upper Sect, a sword formation coveted by countless sword masters.
Using eighteen natal flying swords as a guide, interwoven with sword intent, once deployed, it becomes a mobile sword fortress, seamlessly integrating offense and defense, invincible.
The eighteen flying swords slowly rotated in mid-air, their tips pointing directly at Chen Qing's true form.
Jiang Lishan raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers joined, and pointed forward.
"Go."
A single word, spoken casually.
The eighteen flying swords trembled simultaneously, emitting an even higher-pitched sword cry.
Eighteen jet-black rays shot out from the sword formation, their speed extreme, slashing towards Chen Qing's true form!
Chen Qing's mind stirred; the golden core in his dantian spun wildly, his true essence surging like a mighty river into the Jingzhe Spear.
The patterns on the spear shone brightly, emitting a blinding light.
Then, the Zhou Tian Wan Xiang Diagram in his arms moved, and several spears shot out in succession.
The True Martial Demon-Slaying Spear Formation!
Eighteen spear beams shot out, directly meeting the eighteen jet-black sword lights.
The spear beams and sword lights collided violently in mid-air.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"
Eighteen consecutive loud explosions, like eighteen thunderclaps exploding in the sky.
Two forces of the same origin but different forms engaged in a life-or-death struggle in mid-air.
The spear beams and sword lights intertwined and eroded each other, turning the sky into a bizarre and colorful battlefield.
In mid-air, there were phantoms of spears and swords everywhere.
The sky seemed to have become a flowing scroll, changing colors and shapes every moment.
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Chapter 609 Dawn (Seeking monthly votes!)
Seeing this, Luan Feng muttered to himself, "Both belong to the True Martial lineage, I wonder which is superior, the spear formation or the sword formation?"
Spear formation versus sword formation! On the main peak plaza, thousands of Tianbao Shangzong disciples looked up at
the bizarre and dazzling sky, their mouths agape, forgetting even to breathe. The collision of spear light and sword light finally reached a delicate balance.
Eighteen spear lights and eighteen sword lights formed a standoff in mid-air. A draw! A stalemate! Everyone's hearts trembled violently. Jiang Lishan watched this scene, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. He finally spoke, saying, "Be careful!" Jiang Lishan slowly raised his right hand. The jet-black longsword trembled slightly in his hand, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry. Then, he closed his eyes. "True Martial Demon Slayer..." The four words came from his mouth, not loud, but like a great bell, making the entire Tianbao Peak tremble slightly. The moment the words fell, the eighteen jet-black flying swords hovering in mid-air trembled simultaneously. The sword cries grew higher and more intense, until finally they resembled a stampede of a thousand horses, their power terrifying to the extreme. The eighteen flying swords began to spin. Not randomly, but following a mysterious trajectory, drawing intricate patterns in the air. These patterns intertwined, ultimately outlining a magic array in mid-air. Centered on Jiang Lishan, the array covered the sky for hundreds of feet in radius. The array patterns were densely packed and extremely complex, each pattern formed from sword intent, radiating a sharp, chilling aura. At the center of the array, the void began to distort. A phantom slowly emerged. Extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a wide back, wearing a jet-black Taoist robe embroidered with intricate golden patterns, a towering crown on his head, and an extremely majestic face. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, his gaze devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, only displaying a detached indifference towards all living beings. The True Martial Emperor. He was the supreme being worshipped by the Tianbao Shangzong, a legendary figure who ruled the North and vanquished demons and evil spirits.
At this moment, the illusory figure stood behind Jiang Lishan, like a colossal mountain supporting the sky, stretching across the heavens and earth.
On the viewing platform, Jiang Huaizhou stared at the illusory figure, his expression changing drastically.
"The illusory figure of the True Martial Emperor… Jiang Lishan actually condensed the illusory figure of the True Martial Emperor!?"
His voice was filled with disbelief.
The True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Formation was a sword formation of the True Martial lineage of the Tianbao Upper Sect. When cultivated to its peak, it could condense the illusory figure of the True Martial Emperor to empower oneself; the power of a single sword strike could annihilate ten thousand demons.
For thousands of years, countless geniuses of the True Martial lineage had devoted their lives to its study, but those who could condense the illusory figure of the True Martial Emperor could be counted on one hand. And Jiang Lishan had done it.
Feng Shuofang's eyes narrowed into slits, his heart churning with shock.
"This sword… I can't withstand it."
He made his judgment in his heart.
This wasn't modesty; it was the truth.
With his current cultivation, facing this sword, the best outcome would be serious injury.
If he was unlucky, he would die.
On the plaza, thousands of Tianbao Shangzong disciples looked up at the towering phantom, feeling as if they could hardly breathe.
That profound sense of insignificance made everyone involuntarily want to kneel.
Han Guxi stared at the phantom, his expression incredibly complex.
"Senior Brother Jiang..."
he murmured, his voice filled with an indescribable emotion.
He was from the Zhenwu lineage and knew best what condensing the phantom of the Zhenwu Emperor meant.
It was a realm that countless geniuses of the Zhenwu lineage had dreamed of for thousands of years.
And his senior brother, Jiang Lishan, had achieved it.
Yet, at this moment, he felt no joy.
Because he knew that after this sword fell, regardless of the outcome, Tianbao Shangzong would no longer be the same Tianbao Shangzong.
High in the sky, Chen Qing felt the overwhelming pressure.
The instant the phantom of the Zhenwu Emperor appeared, an indescribable pressure, like a tangible force, crushed down, pressing on his shoulders, his chest, and every inch of his skin.
It was as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, making it difficult for him to even breathe, and his blood and qi began to churn.
Jiang Lishan opened his eyes.
He raised his hand.
The illusory figure of the True Martial Emperor also raised his hand.
The movement was fluid and effortless, yet the entire sky trembled the moment the finger was raised.
Then, the finger fell.
The True Martial Emperor's illusory finger gently touched Chen Qing's direction.
"Buzz!"
Ten thousand sword energies burst forth from the True Martial Emperor's illusory fingertip!
Not eighteen, not eighty-one, but tens of thousands!
Tens of thousands of sword energies covered the sky, blotting out the sun and turning the entire sky pitch black.
Each sword energy was as solid as a real blade.
Sizzle!
Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was completely torn apart, leaving behind black cracks that lingered for a long time.
Tens of thousands of sword energies intertwined into an impenetrable sword net, enveloping Chen Qing!
The sword net was all-encompassing, dense and intricate, leaving no gaps to slip through.
Chen Qing looked up at the sky-blowing sword net.
His expression finally changed.
Tens of thousands of sword energies combined were enough to level the entire Tianbao Peak.
Even before the sword energies arrived, their extreme sharpness preceded them.
Chen Qing felt his blood boiling.
This was an instinctive surge forced by that sharpness.
Fine beads of blood seeped from his pores, instantly staining his robe a mottled red.
Even the aftershocks of the sword energy possessed such terrifying power.
Chen Qing knew he could no longer hold back.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In his mind, the pale golden light trembled violently.
Xuanhuang Spear Seal!
That spear technique he had studied and practiced countless times was now pushed to its limit.
Then, he thrust out his spear.
This thrust looked unremarkable!
The ten thousand sword energies, like a waterfall, covered the sky and instantly engulfed Chen Qing's figure.
Above the Tianbao Upper Sect, the sun and moon lost their light.
The entire sky was stained inky black by the sword energy, with only the eerie light from the intertwining sword energies flickering uncertainly in the darkness.
Everyone on the main peak plaza looked up at the sky.
Su Muyun sat in the Heavenly Pivot seat, his gaze fixed on the inky black sky.
"It's over."
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of those around him.
There was no gloating, no smugness, only a resolute certainty that the dust had settled.
"In the end, it was youthful arrogance, ignorance of the immensity of the world."
Su Muyun's gaze swept over Ke Tianzong beside him, whose face was solemn, and then glanced at Li Yujun, whose face was ashen in the distance. The last weight in his heart finally lifted.
He had made the right bet.
From the beginning, he had firmly stood on Jiang Lishan's side, not only because of his deep personal relationship with Jiang Lishan, but also because he saw things clearly. No matter how talented Chen Qing was, he was just a newcomer who had just entered the Grandmaster Ranking, while Jiang Lishan was a peak eighth-level cultivator who had led the sect for a hundred years, a true figure standing at the pinnacle of martial arts in Yan Kingdom.
The outcome of this duel was never in doubt from the start.
"In the end, it was still a bit lacking..."
On the viewing platform, Marquis Jingnan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his clenched fist slowly relaxing.
His eyes held a hint of regret.
Chen Qing had lost.
Under the weight of those ten thousand sword energies, even an eighth-level Grandmaster would be severely injured. How could Chen Qing, with his powerful body-refining techniques, withstand such an onslaught?
"In this world, there are never so many unexpected things..."
Marquis Jingnan murmured to himself, his tone tinged with感慨 (a sense of deep emotion).
He had witnessed too many geniuses fall, too many young people who shone brightly for a time only to fade into obscurity.
The path of martial arts is never a smooth road to success.
Chen Qing's defeat today must be a huge blow to him, but if he can overcome it, it might not be a bad thing.
"What a pity..."
Feng Shuofang finally spoke, his voice low and somber, "If he had another ten years, no, five years... the situation today would probably be completely reversed." Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
The Taiyi Sect elder sitting beside him nodded slightly upon hearing this, but remained silent.
Jiang Huaizhou's true essence circulated silently within him; he had made up his mind: to intervene at the crucial moment and protect Chen Qing, at least preventing him from suffering damage to his foundation. In the sky, countless sword energies continued to surge, as black as ink, obscuring the sun.
Chen Qing's figure had already vanished.
On the Tian Shu seat, Li Yujun abruptly stood up.
"Make your move!"
She turned sharply to Luan Feng not far away, "Elder Luan, the duel is over. We must intervene and protect Chen Qing first!" Luan Feng sat on the stone chair, his aged face expressionless.
He paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"Alright."
A single word, crisp and decisive.
Having received permission, Li Yujun immediately turned to Han Guxi and Ke Tianzong, his voice urgent: "Master Han, Master Ke, let's work together to rescue Chen Qing from the sword energy!"
Han Guxi didn't hesitate and abruptly stood up.
His expression was grave, but his eyes showed no hesitation.
"Let's go!"
Ke Tianzong also stood up, took a deep breath, and nodded heavily.
The three exchanged a glance, their true energy surging, ready to soar into the sky.
Just as the three were about to take off, a sudden change occurred.
In the depths of the sky, dyed black by the myriad sword energies, a point of light suddenly appeared.
The light was extremely faint and weak, like a candle flame about to go out in the dead of night, so faint as to be almost imperceptible.
But this faint light caused the three to stop in their tracks.
"That is..."
Han Guxi's eyes narrowed sharply, his heart trembling.
The light didn't come from anywhere else.
It came from the very center of the myriad sword energies, from the spot where Chen Qing had been swallowed up.
The light flickered in the darkness, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like a tender sprout breaking through the soil, struggling to grow in the midst of a storm.
Luan Feng quickly called out, "Wait!"
"Huh!?"
The experts of the Heavenly Pivot Realm of the Tianbao Upper Sect, along with all the grandmasters in the viewing tower, were all shaken to their core. Their divine senses swept towards the spot where the spear light had appeared, all trying to see what had happened.
A deathly silence fell over the world.
The spear light was like a shooting star.
Where it passed, it left a silver-white trail, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
It was sharpness.
Extreme sharpness. A
sharpness capable of tearing through everything, piercing through everything.
That sharpness transcended the realm of supernatural arts and techniques, touching upon a more essential, more fundamental power.
The rules of the spear!
In the blink of an eye, the spear light collided with the sword energy filling the sky.
Jiang Lishan's expression finally changed.
He stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the gale, but for the first time, a feeling called "shock" appeared in his deep eyes. "This is…"
His brows furrowed tightly, his gaze fixed on the increasingly bright light.
A point that penetrates the whole.
With a single spear intent, it pierced through ten thousand sword energies.
Jiang Lishan took a deep breath, his hands forming hand seals, attempting to stabilize the sword formation.
The phantom of the True Martial Emperor trembled slightly behind him, his half-open eyes seeming to hold a hint of solemnity.
But it was too late.
That light finally erupted to its peak.
An eerie silence fell between heaven and earth.
The light shot into the sky, like an invisible spear, piercing the heavens from the very center of the ten thousand sword energies.
Wherever the impact passed, the air was torn apart, and the clouds were evaporated.
The stone steps in front of the main hall were plowed with deep furrows by the airflow, and gravel flew everywhere.
A low rumble echoed between the thirty-six peaks.
The entire Tianbao Upper Sect trembled under the aftershocks of this attack.
Then, dust billowed out, enveloping the entire main peak plaza.
After a few breaths, the dust slowly dissipated, like a curtain being slowly drawn back.
The first thing to appear was the outline of the main peak hall.
Although the roof of the ancient palace had been blown off, the walls and pillars remained, appearing and disappearing in the smoke like a mirage.
Then came the unrecognizable plaza, its bluestone surface riddled with holes by the air currents, pebbles scattered everywhere.
The first figure to appear was Chen Qing.
He stood on the east side of the plaza, dozens of feet away from his original position.
His robes were tattered, riddled with tears from sword energy, and stained with blood, yet his back remained straight, his right hand still firmly gripping the Jingzhe Spear.
Opposite him, towards the direction of the palace, another figure emerged.
Jiang Lishan.
He stood at the highest point of the palace steps, exactly where the duel had begun.
A trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
The blood dripped down his chin, staining his deep purple robes, leaving a small dark red mark.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.
His movements remained composed, yet beneath that composure lay an undisguised emotion.
Then, he opened his mouth.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, transforming into a cloud of mist in the air.
The mist landed on the stone steps before him, staining the bluish-gray stone steps a dark red.
Jiang Lishan's body swayed slightly.
He reached out to steady himself against the pillar beside him.
Then, he raised his head, looking at the figure on the east side of the plaza.
Chen Qing also raised his head.
His gaze met Jiang Lishan's in mid-air.
There were no sparks, no clash of auras, not even a ripple.
Only calm.
Chen Qing slowly sheathed the Jingzhe Spear, the spear transforming into a stream of light that disappeared into his sleeve.
Then, facing Jiang Lishan, he slightly clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"Sect Master."
His voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"You flatter me."
The two words fell, and the world fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stood frozen in place, still processing this earth-shattering result.
Sect Master Jiang Lishan has lost.
Chen Qing has won.
This thought exploded in everyone's mind like a thunderclap, but no one dared to speak first.
It was too unreal.
Jiang Lishan's voice broke the deathly silence.
He looked at Chen Qing, his voice hoarse with a hint of weakness, but still steady: "What is this shot called?"
"Dawn." Chen Qing answered truthfully.
"Dawn... a good name."
Jiang Lishan repeated the two words softly.
Another moment of silence.
Finally, a trembling exclamation came from a corner of the square: "The... the outcome is decided... Peak Master Chen has won!"
These words were like a spark, instantly igniting the entire Tianbao Upper Sect.
"Peak Master Chen has won! He really won against the Sect Master!"
"My God! Am I dreaming?!"
"Peak Master Chen has won! Peak Master Chen has won!"
The entire Tianbao Upper Sect erupted like a volcano, with discussions rising everywhere.
Unbelievable.
All the disciples, deacons, and elders were completely bewildered.
The result was so unexpected that no one wanted to believe it.
The shouts and discussions of thousands of people echoed through the thirty-six peaks like thunder, lasting for a long time.
Even the grandmasters and experts present felt the same way.
In the seat of the Heavenly Pivot, Han Guxi stood there, motionless.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe.
Just moments ago, everyone thought Chen Qing had lost; who would have thought that in such a short time, the outcome would be so completely reversed?
"What kind of spear technique is that!?"
He closed his eyes, his heart churning with indescribable emotions, struggling to process the news.
Standing beside Han Guxi, Li Yujun was equally shaken.
"He really won..."
Although she supported Chen Qing, she had never imagined he could win.
After all, he was the sect leader, a figure of the Four Heroes of Tianbao.
Having lived through that era, she knew their strength all too well.
How long had Chen Qing been on the Grandmaster Ranking?!
"Impossible..."
Su Muyun stood up from his seat.
His lips trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on the trace of blood still lingering at the corner of Jiang Lishan's mouth.
This was unreasonable!
However, the scene before him forced him to face reality.
Jiang Lishan had truly lost!
Luan Feng stood motionless before the stone chair.
His eyes were fixed on Chen Qing, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
"This... spear technique! I never expected such a monster to emerge in this generation?"
His voice was filled with shock, and an inexplicable excitement.
He had seen countless geniuses, countless amazing juniors.
But he had never seen anyone like Chen Qing.
It should be noted that the two were not even from the same generation.
Luan Feng initially thought Chen Qing had no chance of winning.
He couldn't wait to return to Hidden Peak and tell those old guys the news.
He wanted to show them what kind of monster the Heavenly Treasure Upper Sect had produced.
He wanted to show them how bright the future of the Heavenly Treasure Upper Sect was.
On the viewing platform, the elder of the Profound Heaven Upper Sect opened his mouth slightly, and after a long while, he came back to his senses and whispered, "The younger generation
is formidable." "Not formidable, but terrifying,"
Jiang Huaizhou, sitting beside him, interjected, his voice very low. "After the result of this battle spread..."
His face was calm, but in his deep eyes, there were waves that no one else could see.
Although he had a close relationship with Hua Yunfeng, and had come here with the intention of helping Chen Qing at a crucial moment,
he never expected that Chen Qing would actually win.
For some reason, Jiang Huaizhou felt that something was not quite right, but everything made sense.
He shook his head, suppressing that strange feeling.
Perhaps he was just overthinking it.
Not far from Jiang Huaizhou, Feng Shuofang remained standing.
He hadn't sat down from beginning to end.
His eyes, from the moment Chen Qing unleashed that spear strike, had never left the young man.
"The younger generation surpasses the older..."
Feng Shuofang finally spoke, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
He knew that from this day forward, the title of the number one spearman in Yan Kingdom no longer belonged to him.
"Luo Zhixian, you have a good disciple."
"Back then, you suppressed me for half my life, and I accepted that."
"But now, your disciple is suppressing me again..."
Marquis Jingnan sat in his chair, shaking his head.
"His Majesty's scheme has failed."
He had come on imperial orders, carrying a royal treasure of the "Heaven" level, intending to bestow favors upon Chen Qing after his defeat and win him over to the court.
"Who could have imagined..."
Marquis Jingnan muttered to himself, exclaiming in astonishment, "Before the battle, who could have foreseen such an outcome?"
He pondered for a moment, ultimately deciding to hand the treasure over to Chen Qing, since Chen Qing had now won and was more worthy of his patronage.
Xie Mingyan sat upright in her seat, striving to maintain a calm facade, but her heart was already churning with turmoil.
The world had changed.
The world of the Tianbao Upper Sect had truly changed.
From this day forward, a new era would begin here, an era belonging to Chen Qing.
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