Capítulo 2108: Chapter 2107: Liu Sanjian—Three Strikes to Defeat the Three Emperors
The head of the Luoshu Family is nad Wang Shusheng, an ordinary na.
He doesn’t bear the surna Luo. Currently, the Luoshu Family is divided into two factions, one primarily with the Luo surna.
They believe in Luoshu, worship it as a deity, hoping to gain Luoshu’s recognition.
After all, within the Luoshu Family, only those recognized by Luoshu can beco the family head, wield great power, and have an unlimited future in their immortal cultivation journey.
Thus, so people even changed their surna.
But aside from this group, there is another group in the Luoshu Family.
They have the surna Wang, or rather this family’s original surna was Wang, only so changed to Luo for Luoshu.
Unlike the Luo surna, those with the Wang surna see Luoshu as rely an artifact, destined to be controlled by soone.
This control is achieved through powerful strength, not worship and belief.
The artifact has spirit; if its master is powerful, what else would matter?
If the person is a diocre talent, aimless, no matter how devoutly he worships Luoshu, would the artifact recognize him as master?
Thus, for those with the Wang surna, strength is always the foundation of everything.
And Wang Shusheng is the most gifted and strongest among the Wang surna generation.
Luoshu has passed three eras in the Wang Family without anyone eting its criteria.
And Wang Shusheng gained Luoshu’s recognition in his youth; were it not for the world immortal being extraordinarily strong, strong enough to suffocate.
No matter what, the Luoshu Family would certainly push Wang Shusheng to contend for this era’s destiny.
Destiny is like a grand journey, you and I are scenery on the road, who wouldn’t want to traverse the world?
Wang Shusheng made his move, with a wave of his hand, his fingertips like a brush, a magnificent towering poem was written.
As it’s said, Mingyue erges from Heavenly Mountain, amidst the vast sea of clouds.
Similarly, holding lofty ambitions and subli thoughts, wishing to ascend to Qing Tian to view Mingyue.
The poem ford, the bright moon hung high, the sea of clouds rolled, heaven phenonon erged with one man and one brush.
“Fall,” Wang Shusheng uttered softly.
The massive Mingyue thus fell, the sea of clouds like a giant void hand, aiding its descent, fiercely smashing towards the array.
At this mont, a sigh echoed from within the True Martial Holy Sect.
“Wang Shusheng, would you like to battle for a round?”
A Mi Tian imnse hand stretched out from the True Martial Holy Sect, gathering nature’s spiritual energy, covering the sky.
The big hand forcibly held the Mingyue, preventing it from smashing down.
For the Sect Protection Array, it can no longer withstand more attacks.
The formation protects not only those within the sect gate but is also the soul of the Holy Sect.
If the formation breaks, the Holy Sect falls.
If even the Sect Protection Array cannot be defended, then this sect gate is in utmost decline.
Once the big hand held the Mingyue, a figure stepped out from the True Martial Holy Sect, treading in the sky.
Passing through the Sect Protection Array, standing outside the firmant, facing the Eight Kings from afar.
Around the figure, green energy surged, dreamlike and ethereal, seemingly human yet divine.
When the green figure stood firm, everyone saw clearly he was an elder, dressed in a green robe, with extraordinary temperant.
His black hair resembled a youth, skin firm, gaze vigilant.
This man’s being felt contradictory, aged and youthful simultaneously, an enigmatic individual.
“It is Ancestor Liu, Liu Sanjian Ancestor.”
“With the Ancestor appearing, we are saved. Liu Sanjian Ancestor is the strongest emperor of our True Martial Holy Sect in modern tis.”
“Divine Vein Extre Realm makes one an emperor. Liu Sanjian, who defeated Three Emperors in one battle at Heavenly King Mountain, later retreated.”
Wang Shusheng said calmly.
“So say you were heavily injured in that battle, unable to reappear.
You can only hide and extend your remaining influence.
Others say you gained insights in that battle, seeking further advancent, who knows what’s true and false.”
“Does the truth and falsehood matter?” Liu Sanjian spoke slowly.
He carried three swords behind his back.
The lengths and sizes varied.
His deanor was like an immortal visit, his tone calm.
“You’ve arrived, then it’s a fight to the death, that’s the answer, all else doesn’t matter.”
“Wang Shusheng, how about a life-and-death battle?”
Liu Sanjian said as he slowly drew the first sword from his back, a slender sword.
The sword was over two feet long, entirely cyan.
Wang Shusheng laughed and said: “I’ve heard often that when Liu Sanjian battles others, he only uses three swords.
If the three swords aren’t victorious, he’ll admit defeat, isn’t that right?”
Liu Sanjian replied calmly: “That’s with others, this ti a battle to the death, whether three swords or thirty swords, I’ll fight to the end.”
Wang Shusheng waved his hand, and a scroll of Luoshu descended from the sky.
When this Luoshu is spread open, three million mountains and rivers, nine thousand skies are within; but when closed, it’s nothing more than a regular book.
Wang Shusheng held Luoshu, like grasping a corner of the world, and laughed, “I know Liu Sanjian, you’re a hero of your ti.
But alas, the True Martial Holy Sect committed wrongs, making you fall into an abyss.”
“For many years, I’ve not concerned myself with internal sect affairs, the younger generation has their ways.
Ultimately, it’s only death.
I know I’m foolish, not one-tenth as great as my ancestors, but I’m willing to protect the sect with my life.”
The longsword lifted, Liu Sanjian swung the sword forth, its powerful force echoed continuously.
One sword ice-sealed the world, this was the Sword of Ice and Snow.
It’s the utmost cold, the utmost freeze.
Wang Shusheng was not simple either; he casually gestured, as if the boundless flying snow began gathering towards him.
He didn’t fear the power of ice and snow.
Long ago, who crafted the Luoshu, none knew.
But during its creation, it reflected all significant mountains, rivers, stars, and sea regions of the Yuan Central Continent within.
In Yuan Central, there’s a snowy mountain nad Flying Fox, residing in the east, with unknown majestic height and steep walls, rarely visited by people.
This is Flying Fox Snow Mountain, the Yuan Central Continent’s foremost snowy mountain.
At this mont, within Luoshu, divine wonders manifested, as Flying Fox Snow Mountain was mirrored before the eyes.
Vivid, as if truly present.
To wound Wang Shusheng with this sword, one must first shake the snowy mountain.
But for Liu Sanjian, what’s challenging about shaking a mountain?
One sword freezes, besides its coldness, it carries astonishing sword intent.
Even the spectating Xu Zii showed interest.
Among the younger generation of True Martial Holy Sect, indeed Liu Sanjian is impressive, as he ventured on a path uniquely his own.
His sword has a boundless future.
How many mimic the martial arts of predecessors, borrowing bits and pieces?
Knowing predecessor martial arts serve rely as references, usable in initial stages, but when reaching the summit.
You must tread your path.
This Liu Sanjian is worth cultivating, Xu Zii thought to himself.
He wasn’t in a hurry to appear, partly wanting to observe the current state of the True Martial Holy Sect.
Checking if there were other promising talents.
Because the future of the True Martial Holy Sect relies on these people.
When the all-encompassing Sword of Ice and Snow collided with Flying Fox Snow Mountain, the entire world trembled.
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