Behind Chengtian Gate is the Gate, the distance between the two gates is extrely close.
Li Changsheng took a step and was already at the gate, which then shattered with a bang.
At this mont, Li Changsheng’s eyes narrowed, looking at a person in front.
Between the Gate and ridian Gate stood a peculiar-looking young man, dressed in a loose black robe adorned with golden threads, with handso features, yet his skin all over appeared like crystal, colorful as glazed glass, nearly transparent.
A high bulge was on his forehead, resembling a bull whose horn had been sawed off.
Around him, all material turned crystalline, including the ’golden bricks’ beneath his feet.
The golden bricks were certainly not made of Divine Gold, but fired from various top materials, sturdy as no less than a Magic Artifact, known as golden bricks, extraordinarily precious.
But at this mont, hundreds of golden bricks under the young man’s feet had all turned crystalline—not the fragile type of crystal, but a structure like diamond.
"State Preceptor?"
Li Changsheng already knew this person’s identity.
The current State Preceptor — the third on the Heavenly List, ’Art of River and Mountain’ Yu Kunlun.
A practitioner of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, having cultivated Magic to First Grade Upper, and similarly cross-trained Martial Arts to First Grade, a peerless Heavenly Pride.
Yet Li Changsheng then crossed his hands behind his back, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Step back, your true self is not here. A body hiding its head and showing its tail is not my match."
Upon hearing this, the State Preceptor’s expression did not waver: "This is my true self, how can there be hiding?"
His voice was sharp and hoarse, like tal sheets grinding.
"You can deceive the world, but how can you deceive ?"
Li Changsheng shook his head: "If your true self were here, perhaps you could contend with for a round or two. But now in front of , there’s only a forging body incomplete in the Five Elents. You might bully ordinary people, but you are not my opponent."
The State Preceptor chuckled without sound: "Is this the cost of using the Divine Illusion Sword? To make you so arrogant?"
At this mont, his hands ford a Dharma Seal, then endless Primordial Power gathered, forming a large vortex, rging with his body.
At the sa ti, the State Preceptor’s body suddenly swelled.
His height instantly increased to over three zhang tall, with three heads and six arms extended.
Outside the Imperial City at this ti, the martial cultivators were all buzzing.
They couldn’t hear what the two were saying, but recognized the magic the current State Preceptor was displaying.
That was three kinds of First Grade Heavenly Gang Divine Skills—Nine Breathes of Qi! Dragon-subduing and Tiger-subduing! Fatian Xiangdi!
Nine Breathes of Qi could inhale and exhale nine breaths, absorbing and expelling Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth to transform into mana, and could disperse to rge with the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth, return to being one with the Dao, and shape when gathered and beco Qi when scattered.
It could allow a magic cultivator to possess tens of tis more mana true essence than usual status.
’Dragon-subduing and Tiger-subduing’ was a divine skill with the power of holding up the sky, transforming into three heads and six arms, subduing true dragons, suppressing white tigers.
While ’Fatian Xiangdi’, could be big or small at will, big to return to the ancestor, possessing the power of the giant god ancestor, small to hide within a mustard seed, concealing form.
At this mont, the State Preceptor’s central face was expressionless, eyes cold, disdainful of all things.
"You said I have no right to face you, then let us try."
He suddenly reached out a hand, like a mountain pressing down toward Li Changsheng.
That power of Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing, remotely grasping Li Changsheng.
Locking the Master of Formless Sect and the surrounding void.
Then this piece of void was like tofu struck by a hand, quickly pressed flat, then burst out to the sides.
Li Changsheng slightly sighed: "No harm in testing hands, I just feel pity for the people’s fat and people’s anointnt on your body."
He waved a hand, held the void that was about to burst, and raised a hand to summon the ’Divine Illusion Sword’ behind him to his hand.
Behind Li Changsheng, at the sa ti, a giant balance appeared.
"Yet, State Preceptor, you do have the qualification to let draw my sword!"
At this mont, the aura between the two changed drastically.
Though Li Changsheng was only a five-foot body, he seed like a giant holding up the heaven and shaking the earth.
The State Preceptor’s crystalline body was over three zhang tall, and possessed three heads and six arms.
Yet when Li Changsheng grasped his sword, he seed like a baby standing in front of Li Changsheng.
"Clang!"
When that Divine Illusion Sword struck the State Preceptor’s hand, a rumbling sound erupted, and the golden bricks between the Gate and ridian Gate rapidly turned crystalline.
Even the surrounding palace city was no exception.
The State Preceptor’s body stood still in place, unmoving.
The surface of that three zhang crystalline body continually emitted ’crackling’ sounds, actually starting to show lines of cracks.
Li Changsheng dragged the six-foot-long Divine Illusion Sword, continuing forward, a deep trench remaining wherever the sword tip passed.
"This is not arrogance, but confidence. In this day and age, without the super-grade appearing, I am invincible. What a pity, your body forged with countless people’s fat and anointnt, billions of gold, is destroyed by my hands, isn’t it a waste of a treasure?"
The State Preceptor’s Dharma body, originally ant to resist the Northern Giant Spirit, was destroyed here.
At this mont, the ridian Gate shattered with a boom, turning into the finest dust under his Sword Intent’s bombardnt.
Li Changsheng stepped into it, only to feel his vision widen.
Beyond the ridian Gate was a vast square, still paved with large ’golden bricks’, grand and majestic, filled with nobility.
On this square at this ti, it was already filled with imperial guards clad in heavy armor.
They numbered in the thousands, forming twelve strict phalanxes, countless powerful crossbows aiming at Li Changsheng.
In front of each phalanx stood every imperial guards general, under the propulsion of the Emperor’s Secret Technique, raising powerful columns of Qi-blood, formidable Divine Intent, comparable to a First Grade Martial Cultivator.
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