Although Taiping County has gone through a catastrophe, only two or three out of ten people survived, there are still quite a few in number. The city is in ruins at this mont, but there are already peddlers pulling carts to sell their goods, shouting on the streets and attracting many people to co out of their hos.
The fear on people's faces has lessened a bit, replaced by a touch of sunshine.
From ti to ti, people pass by Chen Shi and Yan Xianzhi, and so even bump into them inadvertently.
Yan Xianzhi wears a smile, and behind him, the sky splits open, with his Primordial Spirit sitting in the void, like a majestic Heavenly God with the Sun, Moon, and Stars revolving around him, showcasing magnificent flair.
"Young Mr. Chen, your father often praises you as a rare genius in the world, and indeed you are. You rose from adversity after coming back to life without a Divine Embryo and made a big splash in the Western Capital, slaying the prince and repeatedly thwarting the grand plans of my Thirteen Families. But I admire you greatly and have never sought to annihilate you completely."
Yan Xianzhi, with an easygoing expression, smiled and said, "You think the destruction of the Upper Realm and the True King Nine Palaces ans the decline of the Thirteen Families. Yet you don't know that my Thirteen Families still have the Ten Halls of Yama and the Eighteen Layers of Hell. The Upper Realm is just half of the power of my Thirteen Families."
Behind him, his concubine held their son, watching them with so trepidation.
She had experienced life and death.
She was the last concubine Yan Xianzhi married, and when she entered the family, it was when Chen Shi had just gone to the capital for examinations. She beca pregnant when the catastrophe erupted. Once the True King Nine Palaces were destroyed, the Western Capital could not guard the coast, and the demonic monsters from the sea surged towards it like a tide, leading to the fall of the city with nurous casualties.
Under normal circumstances, the five armies of the Western Capital, including the Divine Machine and Divine Pivot, would definitely fight desperately to protect the city, but with the rging of the Yin Yang Two Realms, the troops were scattered and disoriented among the mountains. Amidst the crisis, many high-ranking officials and nobles fled for their lives.
Yan Xianzhi fled with his family, relentlessly pursued by sea monsters and attacked by underworld ghosts, with many casualties.
She saw the older and younger mbers of the Yan family die one by one in their anxiety and fear, witnessed their food supplies run out, and saw Master Yan Xianzhi's grim face. He led the Yan disciples out and returned covered in blood, yet with a smile, bringing back food.
Back then, Master's face looked just like it does now, but she felt there was a cruelty hidden behind that smile.
"Young Mr. Chen, I know what you're thinking. You're rely trying to seize the opportunity of the Upper Realm's destruction to eliminate my Thirteen Families. This world is full of ambitious people, and you are just one of them. But the Thirteen Families shall return to their rightful place."
Ignoring the bustling city crowd, Yan Xianzhi's gaze fell only on Chen Shi, smiling as he said, "Despair Slope did not completely annihilate the Thirteen Families, nor will they strike again. It's against the underworld that my Thirteen Families remain the most powerful force in the world."
No longer timid as he was on Qianyang Mountain before, he seed to hold all wisdom in his grasp, as if he had returned to his seat as the Grand Secretary of the Western Capital, and he laughed, "Young Mr. Chen, as a subordinate, do not dare to oppose the Thirteen Families."
His words were filled with confidence.
When Chen Shi went to the Western Capital for exams, he was rely in the Divinity Transformation Realm. Even with rapid progress over the years, he was only in the Unification Realm.
In the Unification Realm, the Primordial Spirit cannot exceed eighteen feet. In the God Refining Realm, the Primordial Spirit is within a hundred feet. And in the Returning Void Realm, the Primordial Spirit casually spans several hundred feet.
The difference between realms is so vast as to be unimaginable!
And he existed in the Returning Void Realm!
"So, you chose the path of death."
Chen Shi's voice ca, and Yan Xianzhi suddenly realized the distance between him and his concubine was rapidly increasing!
He was still on the street, with people coming and going, yet everyone was moving further away from him!
These people were evidently walking, the old woman inquiring about the price of green vegetables from the vendor not far away, the peddler shaking their rattle to attract children, and the assistant at the cloth shop standing outside, spreading out the fabric.
Clearly, he stood right there, yet these people were all retreating into tiny specks, imperceptible to the naked eye.
However, his distance from Chen Shi remained unchanged, constant as ever.
A hint of fear arose in his heart.
He recalled the scene in the Western Capital where Creation Little Five was brawling with the ancestors of the Great Families. Under the peculiar domain of Creation Little Five, the ancestors of the Great Families seed like clumsy old n besieging a young man.
Creation Little Five was an Evil Spirit who didn't understand street brawls and was battered by the ancestors of the Great Families, forced to flee.
Yan Xianzhi had witnessed that terrifying yet ridiculous scene, and later heard his clansn ntion what happened back then, taking it as a joke.
Now, he felt that the sa thing had befallen himself.
He roared, striking first, and launched the ultimate skill he had mastered from the Lingshan Hall Collection, the ridian Twelve Swords.
This sword corresponds to the twelve hours of a day, containing the Yin Yang Changes and the Five Elents Power, capable of borrowing the force of the world for oneself, transforming into an unparalleled swordsmanship!
He executed his swordsmanship, and as he struck, it was the first six moves of the ridian Twelve Swords, with Sword Intent filling the world.
At the sa ti, above his head, within the Void Great Realm, his three-hundred-foot Primordial Spirit drew upon the Dao Power of the Void Great Realm, also performing the first six moves of the ridian Twelve Swords, harmonious with his techniques.
Yan Xianzhi, though white-haired, at this mont seed like a Heavenly God wielding a sword to chastise the world, awe-inspiring!
However, in the eyes of others on the street, this elderly man suddenly shouted, unleashed so disorganized Sword Qi, whose speed was not fast and could be easily dodged even by non-cultivators.
User Comments
0 comments from readers