Chapter 1049: Chapter 445: A Punch at the Grandmaster!
“Hmm?”
“Liu Heming?”
At the summit of Cloud Mountain.
The tall man known as the Yan Sect stood quietly like a gigantic dark rock standing unmoved after enduring thousands of years of wind and rain. The wide, heavy black cloak draped from his shoulders to his ankles like a cascade of solidified darkness, embroidered with mysterious cloud patterns that tightly wrapped his muscular silhouette, hinting at a body filled with imnse power.
On his face was a ferocious ghost face mask made of mithril, with a blue face and fangs, emitting an incredibly fierce aura. It was clearly another mask of the sa origin as the one Bai Xiao possessed, the Mother of Masks.
The Mother of Qi, among the three masks of spirit, qi, and mind.
The Yan Sect’s eyes flashed with a hint of malice upon seeing Liu Heming, but he quickly adjusted, and a fierce voice emanated from beneath the mask.
“Indeed, it’s been a long ti!”
“I rember the last ti we t was more than a decade ago.”
“Back then, I intended to conveniently kill the Immortal Crane of the Eastern Secret Martial World of the Tianxia Federation, who had great potential to beco a Grandmaster. Unexpectedly, I didn’t know that you had quietly broken through to Grandmaster. An old immortal of the Martial Arts Association set up an ambush, using himself as bait, and nearly cost my life! I rember it all. Good that you’re here; we shall settle this today…”
The Yan Sect’s aura beca extrely dangerous, and his eyes flickered with bolts of lightning.
He had a significant grudge with the Crane Master, one wanting to preemptively eliminate Liu Heming before he beca a Grandmaster, the other using himself as bait having already broken through.
In short, they were not just enemies but mortal foes.
At this mont.
Ouyang Ming and Liu Heming, two Grandmasters, locked their gaze firmly on the Yan Sect. They slowly approached from both sides, seemingly intending to replay the encirclent from years ago, to eliminate a Fallen Sect mber of the Evil Ghost Court.
Just then.
“Hehehe…”
The Yan Sect laughed coldly, suddenly speaking towards the Yunshan Valley.
“Prison Sect, still not making a move!?”
…
Yunshan Valley.
In the audience stands on the right side of the observation platform.
A tall, burly man, initially looking panic-stricken and bewildered by the sudden turmoil of the Evil Ghost Court’s attack, stood there stiffly, immobile. From the center of his face, at the brow, a scarlet line of blood traced down in a straight line, splitting him neatly in half.
And that was a razor-sharp blood-colored claw.
“Crash!”
This scene resembled an alien breaking out of a human skin. A slender, sinister figure erged directly from the belly of the burly man and was exposed to the air. The burly man, now like a heap of gooey sludge, collapsed into a human skin on the ground, twitching slightly, as his once-vast vitality rapidly dissipated. It seed to be a Forbidden Technique, capable of replacing a person without their knowledge, leaving them unaware.
As normal activities continued.
On the observation platform.
A sinister figure in floating blood-red robes stood majestically. With a slender, androgynous face, it was hard to discern gender. As he slowly lowered his hands, ten blood-red sharp claws, dripping like wet blood, appeared frighteningly vivid. Just standing there, Prison Sect exuded an intangible aura, not a deliberate pressure but an innate imposing presence honed through hundreds of life-and-death battles, oozing bloodlust and malevolence. Several of the spectators nearby scread as their qi-blood was drained, turning into human skins. Blood mist billowed everywhere, like serpentine red threads, spanning several ters to fuse into Prison Sect’s torso.
“The Seal of Netherworld, indeed here!”
The voice, sinister and murmuring, suddenly vanished as if slipping into the void depths, traversing the dark side of the world.
“This isn’t good!”
The Yun Sect’s Ouyang Ming abruptly turned around, casting a glance towards the stage of the battle arena. At this mont, Bai Xiao was holding up the Ten Thousand Souls Secret Box.
His figure blurred in lightning speed across the void, ready to appear instantly in front of Bai Xiao. However, the Yan Sect suddenly laughed heartily, a dreadful black, deeply sinister aura erupting from him, condensing into an exceedingly fearso ancient beast. Just the size of its head overshadowed the entire sky above Yunshan Valley, its terrifying fangs simultaneously devouring Ouyang Ming and Liu Heming, with its throat seemingly an astonishing black hole.
“Boom!”
“Screech!”
From Ouyang Ming’s body burst a towering Thunder Tree, towering over everything, crackling with billions of volts of terrifying energy. Liu Heming was not to be outdone; his hands swiftly took a crane beak stance, summoning a yellow-white Immortal Crane, soaring skyward.
The three-way collision shook the earth and mountains.
The entire mighty mountain summit of Yunshan Valley was sheared off by the shockwave.
Massive, surging shockwaves swept in waves in all directions, spreading across a radius of tens of miles. The surrounding air of three to four kiloters seed like boiling water, bubbling and crackling explosively.
“Bang!”
The Yan Sect withdrew his extended arms suddenly, with the right palm bearing scorched marks of high-temperature burns, and the left hand had a fresh, bleeding cut.
Even as a Grandmaster, he could not contend alone against two.
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