In the vast void, a mighty river surged.
Zhao Pijiang frowned deeply, his desire to challenge Yan Xin burning fiercely within him.
He was not like Elder Ao, whose life was half-buried, long devoid of youthful vigor.
Holding immense power in Yihai Prefecture, he wielded the ability to decide life and death; commanding legions of tigers and wolves at his command!
The imposing evil aura he nurtured over the years was enough to crush an ordinary Four Cultivation Grandmasters.
"Yan Xin, since you dare to block my way, why hide in the shadows? Let this general experience your Supreme Sword Dao!"
Zhao Pijiang’s physical body trembled fiercely, every inch of flesh roared like a hundred beasts, unleashing visible ripples that tore through the gathered vitality, forming a terrifying storm.
The Grand General spread his five fingers and pulled sharply, a pitch-black dragon soared skyward, fearlessly smashing into the Sword Qi River blocking his path!
Bang!
Its force was like a great mountain peak, rapidly falling from the heavens, unstoppable in might!
The cascading, endless Sword Qi River was also like a tide, erupting into waves and angry surges a thousand feet high!
Dong!
The void suddenly reverberated loudly, yet no sound was heard, as if two massive meteors clashed, the violent scene and extreme tranquility combined into a dazzlingly splendid picture!
The clash of divine intentions, the collision of fists and swords... all contained infinite grandeur, endless mighty power!
The overwhelming aftermath swept hundreds of miles, if not set in boundless void, this strike alone could level half of Yihai Prefecture!
Uncertain time passed.
All phenomena quieted, calming silently.
Zhao Pijiang’s imposing figure retreated over ten steps, smashing through turbulent streams of vitality as large as mountains.
His gaze fixed, staring intently at the still-existing Sword Qi River.
"Yan Xin, not fully healed, yet eager to stand up for your disciples, aren’t you afraid you’ll never surpass the Nineteen Transitions of Life and Death Barrier in this life?"
The void remained silent.
Only the surging river blocked Zhao Pijiang, the general of the chessboard.
This lack of response oozed heavy contempt, adding fuel to the fire, igniting Zhao Pijiang’s rage.
He wielded four great true martial arts, refining ten transformations, forging the Three-Nine Qiankun Body Technique.
After stepping into the Grandmaster Realm of Circulation of Qi, apart from a defeat under Kou Qiuyue’s sword, he was nearly unmatched.
"Under the heavens, the land belongs to the king; at the edges of the land, all are subjects of the king! Not permitting this general to cross into Yihai Prefecture, are you trying to split the land and establish independence?"
Zhao Pijiang’s words were as heavy as muffled thunder, attempting to make a Divine Power Giant retreat and leave was not so simple.
After all, these were individuals at the pinnacle of divine intention, in harmony with the world.
"Don’t use the Dragon Court to suppress me. If you don’t retreat within three breaths, I will come personally, wielding three Divine Soldiers, to slay you."
That faint, dark voice echoed from all directions, like thunder spreading, rumbling through the air.
"All these years, you and that righteous father have repeatedly suppressed the Sword Sect! In our sword cultivation, everything revolves around the word ’struggle’!
The stumbling blocks and roadblocks on the great path must be killed if necessary!"
Zhao Pijiang’s expression slightly moved, and the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly.
He paused for a moment, lifted his head, his gaze like a divine lamp shining straight through the boundless void, seemingly meeting Yan Xin’s eyes from thousands of miles away.
"I am granted office by the Dragon Court, an official of the court, yet you, a mere country bumpkin, dare to speak of assassination. Treasonous and immoral!
Yan Xin, I will report to the Emperor, your arrogance to this extent is simply seeking death!"
As Zhao Pijiang spoke, his voice abruptly shattered like a mountain shake, forcibly tearing a massive hole in the void, the scenery of mountains and rivers flickered like a fleeting glimpse.
The Grand General coldly watched that Sword Qi River, knowing very well he couldn’t pass today no matter what.
Decisively, he turned around and left!
"Using Yihai Prefecture and Nu Yun River as a boundary, isn’t that putting himself on a fiery pit.
Yan Xin, not yet healed, forcibly putting on a show, it’s no different from drinking poison to quench thirst."
In less than half a quarter-hour, Zhao Pijiang stepped out of the void, returning to the secluded lodge in the General’s Mansion.
His face bore no sign of defeat, his eyes deep as an ancient well:
"The Meridian Sword Sect and Duke’s Mansion have been at odds, previously all in private, never brought to light.
Mo Tian Sheng inexplicably kidnapped Yuan Qing, Yan Xin delineated the boundary of Yihai Prefecture... After enduring for ten years, he finally doesn’t want to back down anymore.
The harder Yan Xin resists, the fewer hidden tactics he has."
Zhao Pijiang was not intimidated by that Sword Qi River. Even with the twelfth transformation of divine power, maintaining such a lethal move was not easy.
Ten years ago, in that Battle of Heaven Collapse, Yan Xin’s body practice was shattered by his beloved disciple Kou Qiuyue.
Although this Sword Sect Leader was superior, successfully clearing his house, he suffered no light injuries himself.
If it weren’t for Mo Tian Sheng of the Dragon Sword breaking through the Divine Power Secret Realm at a critical moment.
The Meridian Sword Sect would probably have its flags changed in the Duke’s Mansion.
Completely reduced to a puppet of the Duke’s Mansion!
"Such severe wounds, yet his Sword Dao attainment seems to have reached a new level. If he fully recovers, he might break through the Nineteen Transitions of Life and Death Barrier."
Zhao Pijiang remained vigilant, currently recognized as the world’s number one, the Sect Leader of the Five Directions Emperor Palace.
It is said that three years ago, he stepped into the Twenty-first Divine Transformation.
If not for the disaster of the loss of the Dao, causing the heavenly principles to collapse, making it difficult to advance to the Longevity Secret Realm.
This unmatched pinnacle of the present age would have ascended in broad daylight, joining the ranks of immortals long ago.
"Yan Xin, you seem to have set an insurmountable thunder pool, but isn’t it also building a prison for yourself?"
Zhao Pijiang pondered for a moment, beckoned, and retrieved the Magical Copper Mirror specially refined by Firework Daoist.