Chapter 1125: Chapter Four Hundred and Nineteen: The Grandmaster’s Battle Chapter 1125: Chapter Four Hundred and Nineteen: The Grandmaster’s Battle Who would have thought that the Devil Lord Gouchen, whom the Arbitration Office of Martial Saint Mountain and the Dutian Heavenly King couldn’t find throughout the entire Chaochang, was actually saved by Xiu’er and hidden within the Spirit World Passage.
“This girl, even deceiving her uncle.”
Though he said this, there was no bla in Yun Quan’s tone, and even a sense of relief in his eyes.
As a Wind dia, one must always have so unexpected thods and trump cards, especially for a young lady like Xiu’er.
If the information about Gouchen were reported to the Blood Tower, one would know without thinking that it would definitely be figures like Bone Taoist and Corpse Monk who would co to take over.
But what help would that bring to the Yun Clan?
It was precisely because of such thoughts that Yun Quan not only didn’t bla Xiu’er for her lies, but even felt a bit of approval for them.
He even began to put himself in his niece’s shoes, considering how to preserve Devil Lord Gouchen’s life while also concealing him from the eyes of the Blood Tower.
First, he should find out more about the extent of the other party’s injuries.
Just as Yun Quan made up his mind to get up, he let out a groan and collapsed back to the ground.
Moving slightly, he felt his internal organs in disarray, and several of his bones were broken.
Forget about circulating his spiritual power, just the small act of getting up caused him intense pain.
But being alive was his greatest fortune. Unable to closely observe, Yun Quan could only sense Tang Luo’s breath from afar, setting his own bones and nding his ridians, all the while pondering how to maximize the benefits of this situation.
Clearly, Devil Lord Gouchen’s identity was a treasure worth digging deep into, for it ant that if one could discover his identity, one could make demands upon Devil Lord Gouchen and those behind him at will.
In the world of comrce, this was akin to possessing soone else’s core formula. However, Gouchen was currently so ravaged by poison and decay that it was difficult to determine even his gender without lifting his clothes.
Despite this, Yun Quan’s heart was ablaze, for he envisioned the future and the imnse treasure that ca with Devil Lord Gouchen.
Like any profit-driven rchant, the gratitude for Gouchen’s act of slashing open the dragon’s belly to save him had already been cast aside. Now, Yun Quan was contemplating how to exploit Gouchen’s identity to its fullest.
Even if it turned out that Gouchen was indeed a naturally gifted prodigy with no connections, it would still be a profitable deal. Once Gouchen recovered, Yun Quan could convince him with reason and win him over with sentint to join the Blood Tower, becoming a top aide for the eldest son.
A peak-level figure from the Fierce Realm who could stand up against a Grandmaster, a powerhouse who could still break through the scales of the Red-eyed Evil Dragon despite grave injuries, was worth any cost to win over.
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In the Wilderness Center
The Battle of Grandmasters
As the largest comrcial city in Longzhou, Chaochang hadn’t seen a martial event of great significance for a long ti.
This was partly due to the mutual checks and balances among the major powers, but more so because the level of martial prowess required to stir up trouble in Chaochang was just too high.
In other cities where powerful fighters of the Fierce Realm could hold positions of great respect, there were hundreds just within the four camps.
Not to ntion the honored guests and retainers of the city’s noble families. To stir the waters in Chaochang, one must first be clear about one’s own strength.
In a land where mighty warriors are common, people’s understanding of the martial way would be unconsciously elevated.
For instance, if you randomly pulled aside a commoner in the territory of Chaochang and asked if Fierce Realm warriors were considered experts,
they’d say with a face full of pride that Fierce Realm warriors were nothing special, one has to at least reach the understanding of the true aning of martial arts as a Martial Ancestor to be counted as one.
After all, in the eyes of these commoners, a sense of belonging cos from this; they believe that what belongs to Chaochang is theirs, so each one of them appears suprely confident and imposing.
In truth, even ntioning Fierce Realm warriors is an understatent, for a re transcendent who has achieved unity of spirit and intent can dominate the marketplaces; after all, the wealth of the higher echelons never implies that life isn’t difficult for those below.
The great power held by noble families may not necessarily be a good thing for the common folk.
It’s just like the rumors of the battle between Grandmasters spreading quickly throughout the northern parts of the Lower City District, yet only the Martial Ancestors from noble families truly qualify to witness the battle in the Wilderness.
Even these individuals dare not approach the battlefield too closely; they can only watch from afar, high in the sky above the arena of Chaochang.
For the prestige of the duel between these two Grandmasters was indeed terrifying.
The Thunder Grandmaster nad Chen nglu, with each move, unleashed a chaotic dance of five streaks of Divine Thunder, summoning nurous Purple Thunder Dragons intertwining heaven and earth, striking down myriad thunders with the might of a prison, transforming the Wilderness into a sea of lightning.
Yanyun Grandmaster, who had been cultivating in seclusion for twenty years, was even more aggressive than before; his dark clouds turned into long chains, exactly one hundred and eight, invoking the art of celestial alignnt and terrestrial fiendishness,
The Hundred and Eight Cloud Chains varied in their creation, so could shake mountains and move rocks, others could spit flas and birth light; the chains danced in the sky, rendering the Thunder Grandmaster’s assaults futile.
Amidst the flying sand and rolling stones, the Treasure Blue Divine Light sliced through the thunder, intimidating even the barbaric Lei Jun into retreat.
At the intersection of thunder and chain whip, golden light coursed through the land and nine spirits lay dormant; just the resonance of spiritual grace made heaven and earth tremble.
The two had actually bypassed the probing stage of Spirit Arts and started off with their most powerful techniques.
The relentless thunderous bombardnts forced the Hundred and Eight Cloud Chains into a defensive stance, leaving them no capacity for counterattack.
Yet the imposing Treasure Blue Divine Light, hailing from the unyielding divine abilities, still exerted enough deterrence to keep Chen nglu at bay.
The two wary Grandmasters could only bombard each other with Spirit Arts; such a fight tested control over Spiritual Power and tenacity in battle.
After all, in such a tightly contested exchange, any mistake could lead to an overwheld situation; and in a duel at the level of Grandmaster, once one falls into decline, it becos rather difficult to turn the tide.
Therefore, neither dared to relax. They t attack with attack, strength with strength, and the explosive clashes between thunder and cloud chains grew louder and louder.
The aftershocks, as the two Grandmasters engaged, began to spread wider and wider, even the heavens miles away felt the gale-winds on its face, slashing like knives.
The spectators felt like they were in a small boat amidst the endless waves, at the rcy of the roaring sea, with only admiration and fear for the two Grandmasters in their hearts.
“To wield such a ferocious attack so persistently, if I were in the midst of that formation, I fear I wouldn’t last even a mont before conceding defeat,” muttered Master Duanyang as he observed the interplay of light and shadow where the two Grandmasters clashed in the distance, his prior complacency entirely dissipated.
Xiang Qi from the Northern Camp was even more tense, his veins bulging with excitent, feeling that the Yanyun Grandmaster had once again shown the warriors of the Xiang Family a bright path forward.
The Yun Clan’s secret techniques, combined with the Xiang Family’s thods, could attack and defend as one, soft yet firm. Even if one only mastered thirty percent of Xiang Yan’s Hundred and Eight Cloud Chains, it was enough to dominate the world and erge victorious from a hundred battles.
Being so overwheld by the two most powerful warriors among the bystanders, not to ntion other Martial Ancestors, everyone wished this battle between Grandmasters could continue indefinitely.
Just when everyone thought that the stalemate would persist for a while longer, an exceptionally bright Purple Cloud Divine Thunder descended, shattering one of the dark chains.
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