Chapter 1382: Chapter 69: The Sky is Falling (Extra for Alliance Hierarch Zhongyong Liangyong!)
As Jiang Wang hurried forward, he silently mulled over the detailed explanation of Fla Flower Burning City, striving to understand it thoroughly so he could quickly master it once his cultivation level reached the required stage. Simultaneously, a portion of his mind was focused on scanning the environnt.
Speaking of the map of the current world, he had already illuminated many areas in his heart.
A thousand books had yet to be read, but ten thousand miles had already been traveled.
Between Yun Country and Chuguo, there were two unignorable places worth ntioning.
One was Buddhism’s Western Holy Land, Mount Suru; the other was Song Country, a nation founded on Confucianism. Both held formidable powers.
The forr was as famous as the Hanging Monastery, while the latter was on par with Wei Country in the Southern Territory.
Jiang Wang discovered sothing intriguing.
After leaving Yun Country, he had flown all the way here. The location where he now stood happened to be the central point of a circle ford by Yun Country, Guanhe Platform, Longn Academy, Song Country, and Mount Suru.
In other words, from this spot, the distance to each of these five places was exactly the sa.
Truly a fascinating position.
As Jiang Wang contemplated, the black-and-white Divine Power Seed in his second Inner Mansion, representing Astray Path, suddenly started spinning swiftly. A foreboding surged in his heart, and goosebumps erupted all over him!
The sense of crisis ca so abruptly, so violently.
Without hesitation, he unleashed an Eight-Tone Burning Sea on the spot.
Chirping birds called the eight tones, lodies of the sea played by sound waves.
The tide of sound and fla radiated outward from him, surging in all directions—a defensive move cloaked in attack.
“Oh?”
A voice exclaid in surprise.
It seed shocked that Jiang Wang had detected them.
A mont later ca an aggressive roar: “Take him down!”
What lay before him was initially a barren wasteland, vast and open, with no conceivable hiding spots.
But the air rippled like water, and four masked figures dressed in black erged from the void, aligning themselves in a square formation.
Jiang Wang’s position lay precisely along one of the diagonals.
Two were in front of him, one to his left, and one to his right.
It was evident that, had Jiang Wang stepped forward a little further or hesitated even slightly in sensing danger, he would have landed squarely in their encirclent.
Now that the encirclent had failed, they switched to a direct assault, evidently brimming with confidence in “taking him down.”
The mont they appeared, they wasted no words and attacked in unison, resonating with Star Tower.
In the distant star vault, starlight glimred briefly.
The intense sunlight dimd slightly; the world of this locale almost resembled night.
These were, unmistakably, four Outer Tower cultivators!
The Eight-Tone Burning Sea stopped right before reaching these four and then crumbled under an overwhelming force. It was unclear whose power it was.
Jiang Wang gripped his sword tightly: “Cowardly vermin, what is your purpose!?”
The black-clad leader standing directly opposite Jiang Wang promptly unsheathed a straight blade: “We already said—take you down!”
He was likely the leader of this operation.
As he drew his straight blade, *shua, shua, shua!*
The other three did the sa.
The black-clad leader leapt high into the air, raising his blade for a downward slash. The straight blade resonated with Star Tower’s power, akin to divine thunder roaring in the Nine Heavens, descending in an instant!
Aligned with him in a straight line was a slightly shorter black-clad figure, advancing directly with a blade thrust forward.
He and his straight blade seed to rge into a single entity—a line, more like an arrow released from a drawn bow, piercing through the barriers of space, too swift for even sound to catch up. Starlight from the four Star Tower Saint Towers swirled around him, making him almost dazzling.
Man and blade fused into a shooting star-like arrow.
The black-clad figure to Jiang Wang’s left, judging by physique, appeared to be a woman. She wielded a straight blade as well. Her movent was flickering like a phantom, closing the distance in an instant. Yet her blade strikes were exceedingly fierce, dragging from left to right diagonally with the force of a mountain-cleaving slash!
The black-clad figure to Jiang Wang’s right was slightly stocky, contrasting the ghostly elegance of the woman on his left. His blade swept from right to left diagonally, an ominous strike steeped with the air of a battle-hardened general, as though determined to claim a kill and erge victorious.
From the mont they appeared, these four black figures had ford a flawless killing formation!
A strike from above, thrusts and slashes from left and right—a seemingly chaotic assault yet perfectly coordinated—swiftly sealing off all of Jiang Wang’s routes of retreat.
Jiang Wang imdiately recognized it for what it was: an assassination attempt specifically tailored to him.
These black-clad figures were not affiliated with any ordinary organization; the scent of military discipline they carried was unmistakable. They were soldiers! Moreover, undoubtedly soldiers from elite forces!
Ordinary armies would never afford the luxury of deploying four Outer Tower cultivators to rehearse such a synchronized tactical formation.
In this region, which nation’s elite troops might appear?
Song Country? Wei Country? Jinguo? Even Qing Country?
Not Chuguo.
This trip to Chuguo, apart from Ye Qingyu, should only be known by Zuo Guangshu. But Jiang Wang did not believe that Zuo Guangshu would betray him half-way to arrange for his assassination.
Zuo Guangshu was undoubtedly a trustworthy young man.
Even if, hypothetically, Zuo Guangshu harbored malicious intentions, it wouldn’t need to be this elaborate. Once Jiang Wang arrived in Chuguo, leveraging the powerful Zuo Family of Great Chu would suffice to toy with him at will.
Therefore, the only explanation was that these adversaries had been tracking him for quite so ti.
Or perhaps, ever since the upheaval in Qi Country spread the news of his temporary departure, this plan had already comnced.
Despite his extensive effort to evade pursuit by that terrifying woman, with countless moves to remain inconspicuous, the supernatural realm offered far too many thods—it was impossible to know precisely when or why he’d been discovered.
Perhaps he’d been under surveillance since entering Lingxiao Pavilion. Only constrained by Ye Lingxiao’s presence, they hadn’t acted sooner, waiting instead for him to leave Yun Country before striking.
Previously ntioned, this current location equidistant to Yun Country, Guanhe Platform, Longn Academy, Song Country, and Mount Suru signifies no matter which direction reinforcents might co from, they would require the sa amount of ti to arrive.
And this tifra was what his adversaries banked on—confident it was enough to claim him completely!
Though thoughts raced in his mind, Jiang Wang instinctively activated Voice Broadcast Immortal Style at the first available mont.
Nineteen breaths later, All Sounds Coming!
Amidst the intricate yet orderly auditory intelligence, Jiang Wang braved frosty winds, bathed in crimson flas, his gaze illuminating sword light—a Sword Immortal state erged. **Longing** echoed with heroic resolve; his sword t the threat head-on in a frontal collision!
The heavens seed to collapse; relying solely on its stance, his sword was like a pillar propping the sky. Yet even then, the world’s sword mountain tilted. This was the sword at the Absolute Summit!
Jiang Wang had no doubt that since his opponents had shadowed him for so long and chosen this precise timing and location to confront him, they hadn’t done so without analyzing his cultivation level and combat capabilities.
Their re presence ant they had the power to defeat him.
Thus, he harbored no intentions of holding back—unleashing his strongest strike the instant they clashed!
At that mont, divine light erged simultaneously on all four black-clad assailants.
These four Outer Tower cultivators didn’t just raise their respective Saint Towers; they also displayed the marks of Divine Power Outer Towers!
Each exhibited just one beam of divine light, yet with the added blessing of star power and the suppression of the Outer Tower realm, any one of these four figures alone was capable of fighting Jiang Wang to the death.
Not to ntion the synergy of all four!
Four indistinguishable Divine Power lights blended incomprehensibly, rging into the leader’s form.
Behind the leader, a golden-armored warrior materialized, radiant and imposing.
The straight blade in his hand burst into dazzling brilliance, striking like a serpent targeting prey or an eagle descending upon its catch, directly eting Jiang Wang’s sword edge!
**Boom!**
The sword and blade collided and separated.
Though the black-clad leader was blasted backwards, Jiang Wang’s Absolute Summit sword strike in Sword Immortal status was equally neutralized!
In that sa instant, three shadows streaked past.
The other three black-clad figures narrowly missed Jiang Wang as they passed him.
The Qingyun Mark flickered repeatedly as Jiang Wang, relying on the intelligence gathered through Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, barely evaded fatal blows using Azure Cloud Immortal Technique. Yet, he still unmistakably…
felt the pain!
The silhouettes dispersed.
The four black-clad figures now stood in positions surrounding Jiang Wang on all sides.
In the center, Jiang Wang gripped his sword firmly, his wounds unmistakable:
The left side of his abdon, the right side of his chest, and the outer side of his left thigh—
Three vicious gashes oozing fresh blood!
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