Watching Chunyu Cultivator wield his sword to slay the twin flood dragons, Bai Qi couldn’t help but secretly admire how swordsmanship truly outshines mere hammer play.
Seeing Zhu Mingyu’s divine soul at work, with the imagined great bow starting to manifest, Bai Qi’s brows suddenly twitched. He silently maintained the true teachings of the Sword Sect behind him and swiftly fled the battlefield.
The mind opening of the three perceptions made Master Bai Qi’s spiritual senses extraordinarily sharp. If he continued to stand there, his flesh felt faintly as if it would be endlessly cut and torn.
Too dangerous!
Fearful of being caught in the crossfire, Bai Qi quickly distanced himself from the struggle between these two great masters.
Yet, suddenly came the voice of the Master in his ear, causing him to freeze in his steps:
"Good disciple! Use your Sword Nurturing Skill to communicate with the Divine Soldiers, and stimulate your Qi and Blood Power!
Soon, I’ll create the opportunity for you to strike with a sword!"
Strike with a sword?
Who is the Master plotting against?
Bai Qi was slightly startled, responding in kind silently.
"Zhao Pijiang."
Chen Xing simply uttered a name, yet it left Bai Qi, as the disciple, dumbfounded.
Grand General of Celestial Water Prefecture?
An unrivaled master of the era?
Someone that even Master Ninghai Zen might not be able to handle, leaving it to Bai Qi instead?
The Master had truly lost his marbles!
Though Tongwen Hall has a tradition of battling beyond one’s level, this step seemed too audacious!
"Ahem, Master, I’d still prefer to stay by your side and serve you dutifully for a few more years..."
Bai Qi turned back to gaze at the terrifying aura, shaking his head repeatedly.
A mere Second-Training Martial Artist like him estimated he’d be squashed with just a flick of a finger.
"Disciple, Master wouldn’t let you face him directly, just wait for the right opportunity.
Didn’t your teacher ever teach you about the martial essence of our Tongwen Hall?"
Chen Xing agreed with Chen Yin’s suggestion that Bai Qi tackles Zhao Pijiang’s remnants of Martial Arts Divine Intent.
Because beyond the Fourth Cultivation, one’s body transforms completely when stirring the flames.
With flesh alone, one can tear through the void, traverse dimensions instantly, and absorb universal laws to consolidate the Holy Heart Mark.
Such a being, able to roam the world freely, would indeed be pivotal against the Dragon Court.
Moreover, they are Martial Saints, whose viscera refine divine intention, capable of transformation.
A strand can separate, akin to incarnating, appearing across the void, with combat power equal to the true self.
It must be slain by divine soldiers to sever the celestial connection.
"The martial essence of Tongwen Hall? Let me count, ambushing, poisoning, summoning, sneak attacks... I get it! Master wants me to do a sneak attack!"
Bai Qi suddenly understood, his initial thoughts of retreat dissipating, though he still hesitated:
"Master, this is quite dangerous..."
The boy came for a bargain!
Chen Xing grumbled inwardly but understood the truth that even an emperor shouldn’t underfeed his warriors.
For most, hearing the words ’Divine Power Giant’ would leave them quivering, struggling for fighting spirit.
"Once you break through the Third Training, Master will teach you real skills to refine the Five Viscera Temple, so you can surpass my rebellious disciple!"
Chen Xing pondered briefly before answering.
Third Training?
Overwhelming the teacher?
Bai Qi grasped the keywords, immediately excited.
Once learning the true skills Master spoke of, wouldn’t it be easy to challenge Ninghai Zen of the Third Training Level when entering the Ancestor Hall next?
"Disciple is willing to serve Master!"
Bai Qi promised wholeheartedly, immediately channeling power, performing the invincible Sword Nurturing Skill, while relying on the divine seed of [Sword Monarch’s Twelve Resentments], listening to the long chant of Nanming Li Fire.
"If I could cut off Zhao Pijiang, perhaps it could shake the golden list of Divine Capital Simurgh Platform..."
Constantly keeping his mind on the disciple to avoid any mishaps, Chen Xing briefly redirected his focus.
"Kou Qiuyue’s name resounding worldwide starts right here!"
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"The divine intent of Zhao Pijiang? Think that alone can frighten me?"
Chunyu Cultivator removed his hat, the killing intent still unwavering between his brows, standing tall like a dragon soaring to the heavens, his foot stamping heavily, the blazing sword light around him surged even more.
Sword Sect disciples grow stronger when faced with strength!
Even when a Grandmaster confronts divine power, there’s no fear!
Rumble——
The strand of divine intent, pulled by Zhu Mingyu, grew rapidly as if nurturing an embryo, the aura climbing skyward, gradually shaping a towering and valiant illusory form.
Chunyu Cultivator stepped firmly, his clothes fluttering, two fingers tightened as a sword, directly charging at Zhu Mingyu.
This Sword Sect heir was audacious enough to slay Zhao Pijiang’s mistress before him.
Except for those Four Reversals Sect people, most Daoist cultivators highly value their physical form.
Destroying the flesh first, then the divine soul, has always been the usual tactic against Daoist cultivators!
Chunyu Cultivator nearly tore through the void, his figure flashing like light, in an instant arriving three feet before Zhu Mingyu.
At this range, a Four Cultivation Grandmaster could take a head as easily as fetching something from a pocket.
Swish swish swish!
Qi Blood True Gang infused into the fingertips, radiating bright brilliance, the power bursting into a woven net, instantly covering ten steps around.
Then his palm suddenly clenched, the sword net rapidly contracted and sliced, intending to shred Zhu Mingyu to pieces.
The Female Wealth Deity of Celestial Water Prefecture felt chilled to the heart; Sword Sect lunatics indeed lived up to their name.
The decisiveness of this ferocity surpassed any limits!
Her luxurious palace garb suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance, like the moon shining with bright light, expanding one foot around.
"Another top-grade magical artifact! So wealthy!"
Chunyu Cultivator didn’t care, swiftly weaving the sword light into a seamless silver glow.
A "crack" was heard as the magical robe imitating wide-sleeved flowy fairy attire shattered like an eggshell under the iron sword, unable to withstand even two breaths, collapsing instantly into fragments.