The Vast Whale halted several miles away from the Flying Spirit Sect.
Its formidable and imnse build could stir up the stormy waves of the East Sea with just a flick of its head and tail. Ordinary ironclad warships, even if full of soldiers, couldn't stand against it, albeit in the face of a Martial Artist Grandmaster skilled in flying and manipulating the Qi chanism, it was rely a living target.
Flying Spirit Sect, Zuo Qiugu.
Grandmaster of the East Sea.
Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
He stood on the surface of the sea, sword in hand.
The disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect were on high alert; apart from those dispatched to Penglai Island, several Elders and Stewards lined up on both sides, all at the level of the Middle Third Rank. The Flying Spirit Sect excelled at employing Qinggong to maintain distance, then instantaneously bursting forth with attacks, often killing higher-ranked Martial Artists with these techniques.
Flying Spirit Island is not quite like Penglai, yet it is also one of the wondrous islands overseas, full of myths and tales of celestial beings.
There is only one tall mountain on the island, and with just a lift of his head, Wang Anfeng could see Zuo Qiugu standing at the mountain's pavilion, arms folded. The Flying Spirit Sect's cultivation techniques excel at maintaining one's youth, so even though this Grandmaster was over seventy, he looked only slightly over forty, with graying temples yet possessing a refined elegance.
Behind Zuo Qiugu were still thirteen dark Thunderbolt Spears.
When Wang Anfeng looked up at him, Zuo Qiugu was also secretly sizing up this young warrior who had suddenly erged. His gaze lingered for a mont on the sheathed Broad Sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, then flickered with a hint of coldness when he saw the Vast Whale subrged beneath the sea behind Wang Anfeng, having already guessed why he hadn't noticed the Qi chanism of the thirteen Thunderbolt Spears earlier.
His sight returned to Wang Anfeng. This Grandmaster of the East Sea, who once killed his way through battlefields of two nations at the peak of his ti with nine Thunderbolt Spears, coldly spoke: "Why, the Master of Divine Martial from Great Qin is here. Couldn't even give a heads-up? Could have sent disciples for a proper reception."
Though standing on the mountain pavilion, his voice sounded as if it was right beside the ears.
Wang Anfeng calmly replied:
"The Sect Master dispatched the Deputy Sect Master against my maternal grandfather's place, without prior notice either."
"Six of one, half a dozen of the other. I've been expecting an unpleasant guest."
Zuo Qiugu's voice paused slightly, then continued:
"Penglai Island in the East Sea is where the Qi chanisms and Dragon Veins of ten thousand miles of sea and land converge."
"Among the sacred places for cultivation under heaven, only the Kunlun Mountains and Jade Pot Mountain in the Northern Frontier can compare to Penglai Island. Unfortunately, these places are too far, and each already has an owner. Besides Penglai, nowhere else suits my sect for cultivation."
"Wang Anfeng, you and I are people of the Jianghu. In the Jianghu, we don't care for the ways of the imperial court and the noble clans, so I won't beat around the bush."
"I've long planned to bring Penglai Island under the sect's rule. People say treasures fall to the virtuous, but in the end, it's the powerful who obtain them. Since we are Jianghu people, of course, it cos down to proving oneself in combat. Otherwise, all eloquence is empty and useless. What do you think?"
Wang Anfeng looked up, usually serene and upright, his lips curled as he spoke:
"The Sect Master hasn't visited Kunlun and Jade Pot, choosing Penglai instead—isn't that bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"
Zuo Qiugu's expression stayed calm, but the mountain beneath his feet suddenly trembled. Wang Anfeng quickly retreated to the side, and almost instantly, a wave exploded tens of feet high beneath him, crashing down heavily, the waves roaring like rushing thunder.
Facing a truly renowned Grandmaster among the sects, Wang Anfeng dared not show the slightest neglect.
The Divine Martial Sword in his hand unsheathed swiftly, sending forth a Weapon Decoding strike, with azure Sword Gang shattering through the cascading curtain of waves, directly aiming at Zuo Qiugu. Zuo Qiugu grabbed with five fingers, Qi chanism condensed into a Thunderbolt Spear, then with a swift motion, the spear tip t the Sword Gang, and both shattered together.
Wang Anfeng was already closing in, the Qi chanism swirling around the Divine Martial Sword. With a swift sword cry, he swept the sword across, Sword Montum surging from both edges.
A mighty wind arose.
Facing this obvious Grandmaster-level strike, Zuo Qiugu finally ceased underestimating his opponent, grabbing a Thunderbolt Spear from behind with his right hand, wielding it like a knife, bringing it down fiercely to suppress the strike.
Wang Anfeng instantly rotated the sword hilt, the cross-guard jamming the Thunderbolt Spear, then pushed it sideways towards Zuo Qiugu. A cluster of sparks flared from the clash of the longsword and short spear as the Sword Edge approached Zuo Qiugu, and in a change of stance the mont Zuo Qiugu switched moves, Wang Anfeng leaned backward, avoiding the horizontal sweep of the short spear, with the longsword slicing diagonally.
Chill Sword Intent emanated from the Sword Edge.
A single strike swept through the autumn chill.
The finely honed Martial Skills played their role at this mont, with the Sword Edge grazing Zuo Qiugu's robe. Although it didn't harm him, Zuo Qiugu stepped back thrice, the hem of his robe, embroidered with the East Sea's surging waves, torn to butterflies, fluttering down from the mountain peak before engulfed by a wave to sink into the sea.
Wang Anfeng flipped back in retreat, residual energy from the sword unending.
Zuo Qiugu's expression turned cold as he raised his left hand, seizing the second Thunderbolt Spear.
Without resorting to the Flying Spirit Sect's ultimate techniques, he pressed down step by step with the imnse Qi chanism he cultivated over ti. Though Wang Anfeng reached the Grandmaster level with the aid of the Divine Weapon, it was ultimately an external way, causing him to falter slightly and lose the usual steadiness in his strikes. anwhile, Zuo Qiugu had approached, using a fluid series of spear maneuvers.
Whether drawing, striking, thrusting, or lifting, he wielded various Martial Skills effortlessly, yet all exhibited the flair of a true master. Wang Anfeng, employing swordsmanship against him—the Divine Martial Sword being a Divine Weapon—and his own considerable swordsmanship and experience in combat sustained him in a disadvantaged position but not yet completely defeated.
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