I Became the Legendary Emperor Throughout the Ages After I Started Giving Away My Territory Chapter 173.2

Novel: I Became the Legendary Emperor Throughout the Ages After I Started Giving Away My Territory Author: Steamed Updated: Jun 30, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 173.2 from I Became the Legendary Emperor Throughout the Ages After I Started Giving Away My Territory, a Harem novel by Steamed.

“Master, your defense is so formidable, have you practiced the Buddhist Sect’s Golden Bell Shield?” Sword Elder asked.

The old monk replied with a hint of pride: “Sword Elder donor is knowledgeable, the poor monk has indeed practiced the Buddhist Sect’s Golden Bell Shield! I have reached the 11th level, which is a small acplishment!”

The Sword Elder’s expression changed: “You’ve reached the 11th level?”

Despite the casual mention of the Golden Bell Shield, it is actually one of the Buddhist Sect’s most proud hardening techniques.

This technique is easy to learn but difficult to master. It starts off easy, but the further you go, the harder it gets.

There are a total of 12 levels, and with each breakthrough, the body bees stronger and tougher, with fewer weaknesses.

Since the creation of the Golden Bell Shield, only exceptional geniuses like Bodhidharma have fully mastered this supreme technique, eliminating all weaknesses and achieving an Indestructible Vajra Body, tougher than divine weapons.

There’s no need for physical bat; no matter how you slash, whether you set him on fire or drown him, or even poison him, you can’t kill him.

This old monk has already cultivated to the 11th level; no wonder he’s so formidable.

“Sword Elder donor, you are incapable of harming this poor monk in the slightest, so you might as well admit defeat!”

“Enough talk, take another sword strike from me!”

Sword Elder once again gripped his sword with both hands, but he did not strike immediately.

Instead, he concentrated fully, gathering his spirit and energy, adjusting himself to his peak condition before making his move!

The old monk did not rush him, waiting quietly.

Everyone else also refrained from hurrying him, silently awaiting Sword Elder’s second strike.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing a few fallen leaves with it, and then swept them away.

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Sword Elder finally pletes his preparations and delivers his second strike.

“One Sword Splits Mountains and Rivers!”

This strike was even sharper than the last by threefold!

Moreover, the sword’s intent was focused and unyielding, its lethality even more tremendous!

Everyone’s faces changed dramatically.

“Such a powerful strike!”

“Even standing a hundred paces away, one feels wounded by the sword’s intent!”

“Can the old monk still withstand it?”

The old monk also praised, “Excellent swordsmanship!”

Yet he remained standing in place, unfazed.

“Clang”

The sword strike swept through!

“Boom”

Another huge sword mark was added to the ground!

When the dust settled, everyone looked intently and saw the old monk still standing there, with only his clothes slightly torn.

The skin that was exposed looked like a diamond, indestructible.

Everyone gasped in shock.

“Hiss~”

“This old monk is still stronger!”

“He’s unharmed by that; it’s outrageous!”

“He’s not human, he’s a monster!”

The morale of the Great Xia side was low, while the Great Feng side cheered once again.

The Great Feng Emperor had already started laughing heartily, “Master Jiechen is too powerful, it seems we’ve certainly won this battle! Order the imperial kitchen to prepare a feast, I want to celebrate grandly!”

Below the city walls, the old monk said, “Amitabha! Sword Elder donor, you have one more move!”

Sword Elder felt extremely powerless.

That strike was the strongest he could deliver!

And yet, it still couldn’t harm his opponent!

“Just made his clothes a bit more tattered, that’s all!”

This old monk is truly terrifying!

Placed within the Buddhist Sect, he must be one of the top-ranking Grandmasters!

Indeed, no Grandmaster is easy to deal with!

Although the Sword Elder had lost all hope, he still had to deliver the third strike to see things through from start to finish!

“Good! Take another sword strike from this old man!”

The Sword Elder once again took the sword in both hands, then gathered all his vital energy and spirit and unleashed the third strike.

“Clang”

……

At this moment, far away in the Great Xia capital city.

Lin Beifan smiled slightly, picked up a tree branch from the ground, and thrust it forward in a stabbing motion.

At that time, the Consort approached gracefully, looking at Lin Beifan as he randomly picked up a branch, quite puzzled. “Your Majesty, what are you doing?”

“Nothing much. Just thinking about teaching a certain old fellow a lesson to stop him from meddling and spoiling my plans!”

Lin Beifan tossed the branch away, then wrapped his arm around the Consort’s slender waist and smiled, “It’s all right now, let’s take a stroll in the Imperial Garden!”

The Consort didn’t understand the meaning behind Lin Beifan’s words but obediently followed along.

……

At that moment, as the oning sword strike approached below the city walls of the Great Feng capital city, the expression on the old monk Jiechen’s face suddenly changed.

His body hair stood on end! He felt a tingling sensation on his back, and a profound sense of terror suddenly gripped his heart!

This feeling of danger was unprecedented!

“Ha! The Golden Bell Shield’s Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill!”

He exerted all his power to activate the divine technique within his body, his body emitting a golden glow, resembling a golden Buddha.

But he still felt insecure, as the sense of fear had not dissipated!

Gritting his teeth, the old monk looked at the ining sword intent and, to his own surprise, he fled!

What astonished him even more was that the sword intent followed him like a shadow, and in an instant, it had already struck his body.

With a loud bang, his Golden Bell Shield was shattered!

“Ahh!” The old monk let out a miserable scream.

The sound was piercing, like a cuckoo crying blood! (TLN: Metaphorical expression symbolizing deep sorrow or heart-wrenching grief.)

Everyone was shocked.

“That’s the old monk’s voice!”

“He’s screaming so miserably, could he be injured?”

“Was he hurt by the Sword Elder?”

Only the Sword Elder was utterly baffled.

His sword strike was powerful but not as formidable as the previous one, so how could it have injured the old monk?

What on earth was going on?

Was there something happening that he didn’t know about?

When the dust settled, everyone looked over and saw that the old monk no longer bore any semblance of a Grandmaster.

They saw him lying miserably on the ground, his clothes pletely torn, his body covered in wounds soaked with blood, his plexion pale as paper, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.

This sight confirmed everyone’s suspicions.

“The old monk was really injured by Sword Elder!”

“And it’s a serious injury!”

“Sword Elder’s strength is terrifying!”

Atop the city wall, Great Feng Emperor’s eyes were filled with rage: “Master Jiechen, how are you?”

The other officials of Great Feng also called out anxiously.

“Master, are you alright?”

“Do you need us to call a doctor for you?”

“Thank you all for your concern, this poor monk is fine!”

The old monk stood up shakily and bowed to the very puzzled Sword Elder: “Amitabha! Sword Elder, your swordsmanship is superb, this poor monk admits defeat!”

Then, with a whoosh, he leaped back onto the city wall, indicating that he would no longer involve himself in the affairs between the two nations.

Great Feng Emperor was extremely anxious: “Master, how can you admit defeat? If you admit defeat, Great Feng is finished! If it es to it, we can just tear up the treaty. With your Grandmaster cultivation, what can they do to us?”

The old monk’s smile was bitter: “Your Majesty, if only it were that simple! Do you know why this poor monk was injured?”

“Wasn’t it because Sword Elder injured you?”

The old monk spoke up: “Although he is powerful, he doesn’t have that capability! In fact, I was injured by another Grandmaster!”

Great Feng Emperor was shocked: “What, you were injured by a Grandmaster? Is there another Grandmaster here? Could it be someone sent by Great Xia?”

“There is indeed another Grandmaster hidden here, but whether or not he has any connection to Great Xia, this poor monk does not know! Just now, he secretly lent a hand and inflicted a serious injury on this poor monk. Would you say he is powerful or not?”

“This…” Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Although they did not know how big the difference between Grandmasters could be.

But without showing himself, just secretly lending a hand, he was able to seriously injure Jiechen.

Without saying more, the other party’s strength must be greater than Master Jiechen’s.

The old monk gave a wry smile: “That Grandmaster is very strong, ranking at least in the top 20 in the entire world! Great Xia probably doesn’t have the capability to invite such a powerful figure! He must have just been passing by, saw something he disliked about us, and decided to teach us a lesson! If we continue to be stubborn, we will only anger that powerful senior and the consequences are unpredictable! Amitabha!”

Everyone’s expression turned grave. Master Jiechen was right.

Such a powerful figure was better left unprovoked.

Great Feng Emperor urgently said: “But Master Jiechen, you must help us! Great Xia is ruthless and will surely not spare us! I have given many benefits to your Buddhist Sect, if I die, you will have nothing!”

The old monk thought it over and then spoke to Sword Elder: “You have already won, this poor monk is willing to accept the loss! But heaven cherishes life, so please do not continue the slaughter and spare their lives!”

“Since you are willing to accept the loss, we are not unreasonable people!”

Sword Elder, representing Great Xia, spoke up: “As long as they do not interfere, we have no desire to kill!”

“Amitabha, well said-well said!” The old monk nodded.

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