Chapter 210: Radiant Golden Armor

The golden divine armor glittered brilliantly; above the heavens, a white-haired, purple-eyed hawk spread its wings in flight, circling endlessly.

This was a demonic beast endowed with great demon blood.

But at that very moment, as the golden-armored divine general landed before the city gate, an eerie silence fell over its entrance.

An overwhelming surge of divine perception burst out like a roaring tidal wave, suffocating all in its wake.

Carriages of Jin Guang Mansion came to an abrupt halt, and the flood-dragon steeds, infused with the bloodline of dragons, collapsed to the ground, trembling.

All forces around the city gate were struck dumb, and the guards who had just cleared the Jin Guang Mansion convoy paled visibly.

“G-Great General!”

The soldier hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, his whole body trembling subtly.

He was utterly stunned, never expecting the appearance of the Divine Guard Army’s general here.

He even had the Jin Guang Mansion convoy, escorted by high-ranking figures from Qianyuan Divine Sect, halted.

This made him wonder if he had made a mistake in granting passage.

But…

He hadn’t received any orders from the Imperial Court to confront Qianyuan Divine Sect, had he?

“Daocheng Divine Guard Army, Western Camp General, disciple of King Ping Luan, You Liqing.”

“Th-That is the supreme grandmaster You Liqing, who commands thirty thousand Divine Guard soldiers of Daocheng’s Western Camp?”

“Exactly, handed down directly by the Martial Saint!”

A roar of astonishment resounded continuously.

Passersby and numerous forces from various prefectures and states stood frozen, their hairs standing on end, too fearful to speak.

The Jin Guang Mansion convoy was halted immediately.

The curtain was lifted.

Jiao Shaoqiu and Wei He appeared almost simultaneously, their brows furrowed.

Nie Yang gripped his broken sword, his expression grave beyond measure.

“General You, why have you stopped the Qianyuan Divine Sect convoy?”

Jiao Shaoqiu, looking as aged and withered as a dry old tree, his hair wild, regarded You Liqing with calm scrutiny.

A figure of his stature personally appearing was cause enough for even Jiao Shaoqiu to feel a sinking doubt.

He knew You Liqing’s identity – he was the third disciple of King Ping Luan’s Ji Mo Li and a direct protégé of the Martial Saint, possessing astounding power.

Wei He’s expression turned solemn as his sturdy frame, clad in simple garments, rippled with tension.

He stepped forward and bowed with clenched fists.

Yet before he could speak, You Liqing interrupted him.

“Someone has attacked Daocheng with mechanical arts. I have traced the culprit here. Do not worry – once I verify that you are not involved, I shall let you pass,” declared You Liqing in a cool tone.

His calm voice resonated as he spoke.

He reined in his martial intent, releasing only a measured flow of qi that clashed like metallic friction.

Even the most battle-hardened, like Wei He – a master who had reached the realm of man and heaven – felt a sting in their eardrums and a sudden sluggishness in thought.

Jiao Shaoqiu’s withered body, though frail as a dying candle, still exuded an indomitable resilience.

“They are merely a convoy from Jin Guang Mansion; they’re just children. General You, do us a favor.”

Jiao Shaoqiu said in a low voice.

You Liqing nodded, “I’ll only inspect briefly. If no bandits are found, I will allow them to pass.”

“For Qianyuan Divine Sect and the Imperial Court to coexist peacefully, they must jointly fend off the assaults of the Bizarre Temple.”

“I understand the bigger picture.”

Jiao Shaoqiu paused; his aged eyes clouded as he fixed You Liqing with a look, “General You, just be aware.”

Yet his stance did not waver, remaining firmly in You Liqing’s path.

You Liqing crossed his arms and cast a cool glance.

Instantly, an oppressive force like a collapsing mountain or a surging tsunami bore down on Jiao Shaoqiu.

His eyes burst forth with a dazzling golden light.

Behind him, a radiant, golden-like primordial spirit materialized. With a fierce glare and hand gripping an eight-zhang serpent spear, he looked as if a deity had descended from the heavens.

The menacing pressure surged forth violently.

It seemed poised to ruthlessly sweep aside the Jin Guang Mansion convoy.

However…

Before You Liqing could fully act,

an extremely sharp sword light roared down from the sky. Its speed…

It was too fast!

In an instant, it felt as if the very heavens and earth were about to rupture.

A sword hung over Long Street, its fierce, quasi-tangible intent descending like mountainous sword energy ready to annihilate all in its path.

You Liqing’s golden body-transcending primordial spirit was swiftly reabsorbed, and he unleashed a powerful horizontal punch!

Wanlong Fushen!

It was as though countless golden dragons erupted, twisting into a tangible, overwhelming force that clashed violently with the suspended sword energy.

Man and sword, both perfected in their mastery of power, their energies colliding in meticulously controlled bursts.

Then, they simultaneously dissipated.

Transforming into a gentle current that swept in and out of the city gate, leaving everyone with a refreshing sensation like a soft breeze.

“Brother You, that’s enough. If you block the Divine Sect convoy, you’re more than just a nobody – give us all a way out.”

From afar, atop a tavern,

a weathered, dejected figure leaned on the railing, uncorking a battered wine gourd marred by sword scars, forcing the stopper aside as he chugged down the wine.

His cheeks flushed, clearly drunk.

“It’s you…”

You Liqing retracted his qi and the clanging of his golden armor subsided as he cast a casual glance first at the floating ancient sword, then at the drunken street rogue.

“Qianyuan Divine Sect’s Second True Transmission… Huang Jianjiu.”

You Liqing knew that if he pressed further today, he might end up clashing with the drunken street rogue.

It wasn’t necessary – it would just waste time.

He had only heard from Su Huai Li that the Underworld, responsible for assassinating Ji Haihui, had deep connections within Jin Guang Mansion.

Thus, they had come to send a menacing warning.

Additionally, he was intrigued by Niu Mo from the Underworld, who had the audacity to bombard Daocheng with his rhetoric upon arrival – a truly ruthless opponent.

His escape techniques were equally bizarre.

No wonder Su Huai Li was so terrified as to injure himself gravely trying to flee Jin Guang Mansion.

Alas…

The plans laid out in Jin Guang Mansion by the teacher went up in flames.

You Liqing cast a long look over the convoy; his gaze lingered for a moment on one of the small, carrot-headed carriage compartments.

Then, with a tiptoe step, his golden-armored figure vanished instantly.

That levitating sword spun wildly before speeding off toward the drunken street rogue leaning against a building.

With the sword sheathed, the figure let out a hearty laugh and disappeared into the building.

Soon after accomplishing something grand, a confident voice rang out:

“Boss Lady, bring out your 30-year-old daughter red wine!”

“Get out! You still haven’t paid last year’s tab!”

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On Long Street,

Li Che slowly lowered the carriage curtain, his eyes flickering with a serious glimmer.

So powerful…

They’re all incredibly strong!

Whether it’s You Liqing or that Qianyuan Divine Sect Second True Transmission Huang Jianjiu, neither is someone Li Che can handle now.

It’s sheer domination!

Truly terrifying!

Even though the energy released during their clash was meticulously controlled and contained within inches,

Li Che, using his Cosmic Chessboard, could sense the horrifying power unleashed in that brief collision.

‘Top-notch Three Flowers, Supreme Grandmaster!’

Across Daocheng, those names were legendary.

Leaning back in the soft carriage, Li Che closed his eyes slightly as his turbulent thoughts finally settled.

Even if Jiao Shaoqiu didn’t resist and allowed You Liqing free rein, nothing of consequence would be revealed.

For Li Che was utterly confident in his concealment.

“You Liqing…”

“So Su Huai Li is hidden under his command, huh?”

“Tricky.”

Li Che exhaled deeply.

That Demon Child is tricky, and so is Su Huai Li…

“Master of the South… you’ll need to pay extra.”

Li Che muttered under his breath.

Outside the carriage,

a rare smile surfaced on Jiao Shaoqiu’s withered face.

“This brat… was he waiting here all along?”

“Why didn’t Huang Jianjiu come out to escort us out of the city?”

The notice Jiao Shaoqiu received from Jin Guang Mansion had stated that Huang Jianjiu was to escort them,

but once inside the city, Huang Jianjiu was the one who showed up.

Huang Jianjiu was a talent Jiao Shaoqiu had discovered when he was the outer gate elder.

A swordplay prodigy – one glance at his technique and it was evident he was a born sword immortal – later taken in as a direct disciple of the Sect Leader, and his true transmission ranked second within the sect.

Alas, he was nothing more than a drunken street rogue.

If only he could overcome that vice, he’d surely be revered by thousands of disciples of Qianyuan Divine Sect,

“Elder Jiao, you don’t know – originally, Brother Huang was supposed to pick you up,

but because he owed money after drinking, the tavern mistress of Zui E Lou came knocking for his tab… so the grand elder, in a fit of rage, put him under house arrest.”

Wei He thought for a moment and admitted,

“That’s what he did.”

Jiao Shaoqiu stroked his beard with a smile and shook his head.

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Time waits for no one, as the seasons flow by.

Time slipped away like sand through one’s fingers.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

Daocheng of Qianyuan.

Within the Inner City – Liuxiang Alley.

A quadrangle courtyard stood here.

The harsh winter had completely receded, replaced by the biting chill of early spring – as if winter’s final stubborn stand lingered.

Within the courtyard, a loquat tree unfurled its branches and leaves, glistening with morning dew.

Li Che and Li Qingshan sat calmly under the eaves, sipping hot tea and chatting leisurely.

Old Chen practiced martial arts with XiXi; the old man and the child sparred joyfully – and this was only because XiXi held back.

Otherwise, Old Chen would never be a match for XiXi.

Now, XiXi’s Triple Blood Exchange was only one step away from breaking into the Qi Meridian stage.

Meanwhile, thanks to the Martial Pill provided by Li Che and the refinement through Unsullied Heart divine essence, Old Chen had broken through to the Qi Meridian and advanced significantly.

But even if he lagged one rank behind, XiXi could still easily suppress Old Chen.

XiXi’s left hand wielded the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear with a Fire-Tipped Spear, while her right hand clutched a Gold Brick, and she even stepped confidently on a Wind-Fire Close-Light Wheel of Prison Lotus.

Li Che commanded the divine weapon as XiXi pacified it – father and daughter, one with a hefty stick and the other with sweet dates.

This allowed the divine weapon to channel its divine essence to assist XiXi in honing her body.

Thus, XiXi’s physical prowess was no less than that of an ordinary sect master.

Of course, compared to a peerless body as forged by a Furnace Master, there was still a slight gap.

Li Che planned to help her refine a Furnace Master’s physique once XiXi reached the sect master realm, for with a divine weapon aiding her, it wouldn’t be much harder for her than for him.

After all, Li Che possessed the unparalleled Dao Fruit known as Dragon Elephant Vajra.

Coupled with his phenomenal martial insight,

it was no wonder he had accomplished so much.

A sparrow was startled within the courtyard.

Besides XiXi and Old Chen dueling, Zhang Ya was diligently practicing in a corner.

This courtyard was provided free of charge by Qianyuan Divine Sect,

since XiXi had promised she would join the sect and might even become a true transmission.

Thus, the courtyard was granted in advance to Li Che’s family.

The quadrangle courtyard was even larger than the three-room courtyard they had when first entering Jin Guang Mansion.

Especially the training yard – it spanned a vast area and was filled with spirit wood training stakes and various apparatus.

Zhang Ya was at that moment diligently practicing martial arts with the spirit wood equipment.

Boom——!

Suddenly, Zhang Ya struck the spirit wood stake with an open palm, creating an invisible booming crack that reverberated like tidal waves of blood qi!

His internal qi surged, turning his fair skin a vivid reddish hue as if it were swelling.

Every bone and sinew resounded as a tremendous power brewed within him!

“Husband! I’ve completed Triple Blood Exchange!”

Drenched in sweat and with a flushed, excited expression, Zhang Ya stamped her foot rapidly with joy.

At the sound, Li Che smiled and instantly appeared beside Zhang Ya.

He raised his hand and patted her tender shoulder; a swirl of robust qi circled before he nodded in approval.

“As expected of you, my dear – your progress after martial training and blood exchange is unstoppable.”

Li Che was genuinely pleased.

With the Unsullied Heart divine essence he had refined in Zhang Ya, her innate talent was far from weak.

Yet, having started martial training late, achieving breakthroughs from tendon opening to blood exchange in just over a year was commendable.

“Husband…”

Zhang Ya pressed her lips together, her dark eyes sparkling.

Li Che immediately understood; through his Cosmic Chessboard which blocked any perceptive probing, he turned to his delicate wife, “Tell me… what are you thinking?”

“Husband… after my blood exchange, my flesh can now endure many times more, and I can even circulate blood to parts that shouldn’t normally be reached, making my flesh fuller and firmer…”

“Husband… tonight…”

Zhang Ya grew coy.

Li Che was utterly flabbergasted, staring at his little wife in disbelief.

After tendon opening and bone tempering, now she had come up with a new technique for moving blood?

It seemed that in the martial world, the trends might just be getting led astray by this little lady.

Seriously…

“Worry not – I have decades of experience in blood moving. Tonight, I shall move blood with you.”

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After agreeing with his wife on tonight’s blood-moving ritual,

Li Che bid farewell to everyone and left the Liuxiang Alley courtyard.

After ten days in Daocheng, everyone had been assigned lodgings by Qianyuan Divine Sect. Naturally, Uncle’s family did not get a quadrangle courtyard,

but they were given a three-room courtyard, and the family lived happily.

Li Chengzhou departed with Nie Yang for training; as soon as he arrived in Daocheng, he was taken away, yet Uncle’s family showed no worry.

Cousin-in-law Liu Chunming beamed with delight, for although Nie Yang was just a carriage master, he was a grandmaster!

She, being a simple woman, cared not for the distinctions among grandmasters – to her, it only mattered that they were awe-inspiring figures.

Li Che popped in at Uncle’s house to say hello and see if anyone needed help,

then left amidst the warm pleas for him to stay for lunch.

In the early spring on Long Street, willows swayed, their drifting fluff mingling with the mist.

Li Che, dressed in a black battle outfit with a straight posture, his jet-black hair flying and eyes sharp, looked every bit his formidable self.

He strolled slowly along the grand imperial road in Daocheng.

Daocheng was vast, far larger than the Capital.

Its internal factions were equally intricate, but Li Che’s Cosmic Chessboard had long memorized the layout of Daocheng.

Within Daocheng flowed an inner city river, spanning some ten li, separated by considerable distance, with a majestic white jade bridge spanning the expanse.

At the river’s head stood the Daocheng Imperial Watch, a nine-story tower that rivaled the Clifftop Pagoda in the Capital.

Yet it was grander, taller, and exuded an awe-inspiring presence!

Li Che pondered for a moment, then found a spot. Donning a bamboo hat and draping a black robe, he concealed his face behind the Cute Cow Mask.

After that, he made his way toward the Eight-Treasure Double-eaved Building of the Imperial Watch at the bridge head.

Li Che discreetly employed his Sleeping Dragon Elephant, masking his aura – although it wasn’t necessary, for few in Daocheng knew Niu Mo.

Apart from acquaintances, anyone who recognized him… was meant to be eliminated.

For instance, Demon Child or Su Huai Li – encountering them would be enough to make Li Che burst into laughter even in sleep.

Demon Child, after taking three blasts of the Avalanche Guanyin Lotus Bomb, had hidden his aura again – though Li Che’s Cosmic Chessboard could still clearly pick him out.

After that incident, Corpse God Sect lost three Cursed Golden Corpses, leaving Li Che in high spirits – it was a satisfying release.

That little Yellow-Haired dared to even think of Li Che’s daughter.

Although he knew Demon Child’s whereabouts, Li Che chose not to engage directly.

After all, there was no need – killing Demon Child would only alert the likes of You Liqing.

Thus, in these perilous times, Li Che decided it was best to keep things steady.

He would wait for the perfect opportunity to kill Demon Child once his position was ascertained.

Recently, Daocheng had become a gathering point for experts – too many strong figures had assembled, as talented youths flocked from other Daochengs.

For example, from Dragon Abyss Path’s Seven Treasure Divine Sect, a prodigy – the grandson of the sect’s grand elder – had come to pledge allegiance under the Qianyuan Divine Sect’s leader as a direct transmission.

Since the Seven Treasure Divine Sect and Qianyuan Divine Sect maintained close relations, transferring disciples between them was common.

Thus, disciples of the Seven Treasure Divine Sect joining under the Qianyuan Divine Sect leader was hardly unusual.

Moreover, many royal offspring from Great Realm were present – and these princely figures were not merely King Ping Luan’s Ji Mo Li; it was said that each of the eight great princes was a colossal force in their region, all boasting formidable power.

Just ten days into Daocheng, Li Che couldn’t help but feel pressure on behalf of his daughter, XiXi.

It seemed that the disciples of Qianyuan Divine Sect’s leader were in fierce competition.

Not only did they have to contend with prodigies from noble families, but also with those trained by Divine Sect, Temple Guardian Division, Imperial Watch, and even the royal offspring.

Just imagining it was overwhelming.

It was entirely different from the resonance at the Bizarre Temple of Jin Guang Mansion with its Temple Spirit.

These prodigies had long since achieved resonance in various Bizarre Temples, some even receiving inheritance from the Temple Spirit, beginning their cultivation journey.

Even children as young as five or six had already accumulated divine foundations.

Since the Sect Leader mandated that direct disciples be under ten,

otherwise, every genius youth would swarm in like fish crossing a river!

No one could resist the lure of being both a divine embryo and a directly transmitted Martial Saint!

Thus, XiXi’s competitors were not like Ji Haihui – who merely stored opportunities until obtaining Temple Spirit inheritance and then challenged his divine foundation –

but prodigies determined to shatter their divine foundations early and ascend to the sect master level!

Beneath the Cute Cow Mask, Li Che slowly exhaled.

Parents simply cannot help but worry.

Though Li Che constantly reminded himself not to be anxious – XiXi, armed with mythic weaponry and an unparalleled physique, was certainly capable of overwhelming her peers…

But still… every parent wants their child to be the absolute best among their peers.

Towering like a mountain, his figure graced the Imperial Watch.

His unique build drew many admiring glances.

Daocheng Imperial Watch was bustling, home to many distinguished figures in Daocheng.

In the distance,

following a young official arranged by Lu Yao, Shangguan Qinghong, who was learning about the Imperial Watch, suddenly perked up at the sight of Niu Mo.

Her eyes widened in astonishment,

as if a jolt had hit her.

“Niu… Niu…”

Shangguan Qinghong couldn’t contain her excitement.

The white-clad young official trailing behind her flicked his bangs with slight irritation at her constant overreactions.

“Little girl, coming from the Capital, you have much to learn. First, learn to keep a calm mind – remain composed even when faced with disaster.”

“That is the basic requirement for us at Imperial Watch.”

Young Monitor Sangyu, holding a paper fan, swayed it lightly.

“Monitor Sangyu! That’s Niu Mo!”

Shangguan Qinghong’s face flushed as she remained excited.

“Niu Mo? I thought he was a mere ghost of a ram…”

Monitor Sangyu rolled his eyes.

Having seen countless cultivators in Daocheng, he was not easily startled like a small-town girl.

If it hadn’t been for his own sister asking him to look after Shangguan Qinghong, he’d have been lounging in Qingyu Lou, arm in arm with a courtesan.

Li Che, too, noticed Shangguan Qinghong.

Slightly surprised, he walked over.

In the Capital, Niu Mo’s identity was well-known – a figure feared by all for his vicious, sinister, and ruthless reputation.

“Niu… Niu… Senior…”

Shangguan Qinghong stood awkwardly.

Niu Mo gave a slight nod before looking to Monitor Sangyu.

“Do you have business within the Imperial Watch?”

Monitor Sangyu opened his paper umbrella with a smile and asked,

“Selling goods, buying goods.”

Niu Mo’s deep voice rumbled like distant thunder.

Monitor Sangyu raised an eyebrow, “Oh, selling? That’s quite the trade. Come along.”

Together, they entered a private room.

Gurgling sounds filled the space.

Steam swirled and billowed as Monitor Sangyu, reclining in a grand chair with a bamboo tong holding a tea cup, served hot water before laying it before Niu Mo.

“What are you selling, sir?”

“We accept anything – divine weapons, divine techniques, divine crystals, manuals, secret teachings… nothing is refused.”

“Embracing all, that is the style of Daocheng Imperial Watch,” Monitor Sangyu said with a smile.

The imposing figure seated in the chair listened.

Li Che, meanwhile, did not touch the simple tea prepared in the ordinary manner.

“You really take everything?”

Beneath the Cute Cow Mask, a deep, almost eerie voice responded.

Monitor Sangyu snapped his fingers, “Rest assured, you should trust the deep roots of our Daocheng Imperial Watch.”

“Our Chief Monitor of Imperial Watch is a divine embryo grandmaster…”

Behind the Cute Cow Mask, Li Che’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction.

Truly, a trustworthy official platform is reassuring.

“Very well…”

“Then appraise it.”

He raised his hand, tearing open the void with his fingertips as Li Che began to extract the items one by one.

“This is a martial skill. See how many divine crystals it’s worth.”

Li Che, holding a sheet of golden foil paper, handed it to Monitor Sangyu.

Monitor Sangyu’s expression changed upon witnessing Niu Mo’s stylish display of tearing open space with his bare hands.

He instantly realized a major business deal was underway!

Almost instinctively, he grabbed the golden foil paper from Niu Mo…

Boom——!!!

The Grand Chair beneath him exploded into pieces under the overwhelming divine energy.

Shangguan Qinghong quickly took out her notebook and recorded, “Monitor Sangyu’s chair has been destroyed – a penalty of a hundred taels.”

Yet Monitor Sangyu paid her no mind.

“Are you selling… the Martial Saint Absolute Technique… Wanlong Fushen?!”

Beneath the Cute Cow Mask, Niu Mo’s eyes turned dark and profound.

“Oh? Not daring to take it?”

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Amidst Monitor Sangyu’s infectious enthusiasm, he proceeded to deliver the Imperial Watch Tower.

Monitor Sangyu straightened his back and grinned as broadly as a blooming flower.

Shangguan Qinghong, from behind Niu Mo’s imposing back, glanced at Monitor Sangyu, puzzled by his exuberance.

“This dear Senior Niu Mo sells so many fine items… and buys so many too… all of which count towards commissions! And yes, you’ll get a share too.”

Monitor Sangyu waved his paper fan, trying to dispel the heat in his heart.

This was his biggest deal of the month.

Niu Mo had sold a batch of excellent items – various divine weapons need not be mentioned, nor the assorted divine techniques – even several volumes of the Martial Saint Absolute Technique were included.

Monitor Sangyu could no longer hide his excitement.

“Even a mountain facing collapse remains unflinching – though perhaps this mountain just isn’t tall enough!”

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Outside in Daocheng’s Outer City, on Tinglei Lane,

was the three-room courtyard Li Che had arranged for himself on his third day in Daocheng – a place for training and crafting wood carvings.

Finger clenching, the Feilei Chess Piece was held tightly in his hand.

Li Che appeared in the courtyard.

This courtyard was much more spacious and clear than the one he had in the Capital.

Most importantly, it was vast enough.

The Cosmic Chessboard expanded to envelop the entire small courtyard, blocking any outside probing.

Li Che had bought the small courtyard under a false name—not as Li Che per se—so few could trace it back.

Inside the house,

the Painted Immortal clones of Li Che were all gripping divine crystals, practicing diligently as willows softly swayed outside.

Fingers clenched, Li Che manifested a red-gold, top-grade divine weapon: the Xuankin Eight-Treasure Thunder Dragon Staff!

His fingers curled like hooks, as if seizing five white streams of energy in his palm!

In the next moment.

Whoosh––

Gulp––!!!

Within the courtyard,

qi and blood intertwined as a raging wind whipped up!

Li Che stepped forward and deployed the Lingxu Baqi Steps, darting like lightning to four different positions in the yard.

His staff struck down, and countless afterimages emerged in an instant. The entire courtyard resonated with the terrifying shriek of a thunderous dragon!

Martial Saint Absolute Technique – Hun Yuan Qi Tian Gun!

Li Che’s strikes shattered the air, torrential and wild!

Numerous staff afterimages layered, densely filling the small courtyard as a sound like a cleaving wind roared ceaselessly!

Crack, crack, crack––

The scorching heat, the surging qi and blood, warped the very air around him.

When the myriad staff afterimages merged into one,

it was as if the whole world was swept away by that single staff blow!

Within the courtyard,

dust swirled as the displaced qi waves arched back in gusts.

A wild wind howled, as if forming a tawny serpentine dragon, surging turbulently through the gaps left by dispersed afterimages.

Li Che slowly exhaled a stream of heated breath.

Clutching the Eight-Treasure Thunder Dragon Staff in his fist,

he focused his mind.

A strand of mighty, golden, serpentine qi surged out, ripping apart the air with an explosive roar!

His eyes flared open, burning with a gentle golden fire.

Crackle, crackle, crackle……

“Martial Saint Absolute Technique – Hun Yuan Qi Tian Gun…”

“Finishing Move: Qi Tian with One Strike…”

“Third Divine Guts.”

“It’s done!”

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