Chapter 308 - 169: A Hundred Kinds of Military Martial Arts! (3/3)

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Chapter 308: Chapter 169: A Hundred Kinds of Military Martial Arts! (3/3)At this point, the expressionless grandmaster’s face contorted into a twisted, vicious sneer, "Heh, when Kong died, I swore I’d make Mingguang Dust feel the pain of losing a loved one... With no parents or children and no disciples, he was difficult to target, but now I’ve finally found an opportunity..." "All fucking madmen... If the cultivation technique of the Zuohuan Sect doesn’t maintain calmness, how is it any different from the Demon Dao!" Inwardly sneering, Bo Zongshan knew that the Huangyang Sect and the Zuohuan Sect were always at odds but never broke entirely. They would collaborate against Da Chen, but privately held numerous grudges against each other. If it weren’t for their shared vendetta as the mission’s target this time, Bo Zongshan admitted he couldn’t have tolerated this madman for a moment longer. [Both of you] It was exactly at this moment that a figure clad in dark armor stepped out from the shadows, [I think it’s best if we go check on that little brother Jing Xuan.] [Mingguang Dust has been hiding in Kanming City recently, claiming it’s for this Jing Xuan about whom there was not a whisper in the past... This Jing Xuan is likely just a genius under the Bright Mirror Sect’s governance, not yet a disciple; it’s possible that Mingguang Dust took him as a disciple to ’cover something up’.] [Isn’t it crystal clear what he’s covering up? If it’s as we suspect, then Jing Xuan and the Commandery Princess must be in the same place. By catching Jing Xuan, we can trace the Commandery Princess’s whereabouts.] [As long as we can find the Commandery Princess, your sect and Da Chen will have the upper hand in the negotiations... Dealing with Mingguang Dust and his disciple along the way is simply incidental.] That makes sense, how could they not see that Jing Xuan’s martial arts are completely different from those of the Bright Mirror Sect? Moreover, they are quite structured; isn’t Mingguang Dust’s so-called apprenticeship likely just a diversion? Unless that Jing Xuan is a monstrous Heaven’s Chosen who can master horizontal training and the Thunder Method in just a few months... But that’s impossible. Yet the words of this armored figure are truly irksome, as if implying they are too dull to understand, utterly foolish! But it’s their strength... The two grandmasters watched the dark figure with considerable wariness. Bo Zongshan said gravely, "Next time, don’t use your shadow-evading technique near me, otherwise, even if you’re employed by our employer, I’ll kill you without hesitation!" The figure in dark armor merely smiled faintly, but before he could reply, he sensed a slight disturbance from the Great Void. It wasn’t just him; Bo Zongshan and Fu Zheng’an also simultaneously turned to look in the direction of the siheyuan. Just now, over there, there was a fairly noticeable fluctuation of the Great Void, like a sudden ripple on a still heart lake, or a whirlwind arising on a windless land—brief but distinct. A flicker of light passed through the eyes of the figure in dark armor, as grey and red mist swirled: [The Great Void... indeed there is something unusual over there; Mingguang Dust has set up a Great Void Ritual Altar within the border?] [Let’s go, quickly! If they’re about to leave through the Great Void Passage, we’ll be too late!] How could the two grandmasters not understand? Without a word together, they moved swiftly and disappeared from where they stood. And their destination, of course, was the location of the Great Void Passage... where An Jing was staying, at the siheyuan! Meanwhile. Thousands of miles away from Kanming City, deep in the Dust Li mountains. Torrential rain poured down, accompanied by a series of dragon-like lightning bolts extending across the sky and mountains, smashing the earth— the bone-chilling cold at the end of winter and the beginning of spring filled the world with a deadly silence. Wave after wave of terrifying tremors emanated from the center of the mountain range, as the overcast sky churned and swirled, mountains collapsed, and deep, dragon-like ravines snaked out from among the peaks and continued to spread and extend. Great slabs of solid bedrock were torn asunder, crumbling with thunderous roars. Towering rock spires turned to rubble filling the gorges, causing lakes to fill and rivers to change course, rendering old maps utterly useless. The everlasting shape of heaven and earth now shivered and shattered due to the battle between Divine Repository true persons! With a rumble—as one peak after another collapsed—a god-dragon-like thunder fell, striking the summit of an unnamed mountain. A dazzling golden light stood atop the peak; the man raised his hand and swatted away the celestial might like dispersing mist on a wintry day, with arcs of thunder scattering in the wind like falling leaves. Mingguang Dust surveyed heaven and earth amidst the continuous thunderous roars reminiscent of a dragon’s chant, his pure golden dharma eyes blazing like flames. In these cataclysmic battle phenomena of a peak Divine Repository true person, aside from him, there were two glows—one azure and one deep grey—or vast or profound, flickering around, seemingly enclosing him in the center. "Mingguang Dust, you’ve grown stronger again. We two attacked you by surprise, and even with the Blood Curse Great Formation, we couldn’t contain you; I truly concede, your talent indeed surpasses mine," said a burly giant, rising from the azure ocean tides of spiritual qi. He raised his hand, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all became his weapons and cloak. Then, they formed crashing ocean waves, pressing down towards Mingguang Dust! With respect in his voice, but relentless in his assault, True Person Hun Lan, Hong Yangwei, said in a deep voice, "It seems the rumors of your impending breakthrough to Manifesting Holy are true. You might very well be the next Pure Yang of the Bright Mirror Sect after Lord Cheng Guang!" "If I don’t act today, I fear I’ll never be able to avenge my elder brother..." On the other side, swirls of deep grey Supreme Yin energy took shape, as True Person Huan Xin, His face uncertain and hidden, appeared like a dream: "Therefore, you must die here today." The Divine Repository True Person of the Zuohuan Sect raised his hand, and countless ’elemental spirits’ in the world suddenly awoke. They were the wind and rain, the grass and trees of the wild, and even the crumbling stones and rushing rivers deep within the earth. Upon the earth, rainwater fell, striking the rock tops, but the fragile rainwater did not shatter as it had in the past. Instead, it penetrated the rock, boring a profound hole in it. The surging tidal wind swept across the mountain walls, scattering layers of white powder that carved the ageless rock into bizarre shapes, as if millennia had passed in an instant. This was a sword, a sword of the elemental spirits that filled heaven and earth! Light from the sky, river from below, rain in the wind, thunder among the clouds, everything that existed had awakened, or perhaps it was all a dream. Countless elemental spirits, brought to life by True Person Huan Xin, opened their eyes, and then released a chant that was like thunder clashing and heaven and earth singing in unison. Then, they formed into a vast and meticulous Sword Array, pressing towards Mingguang Dust! Close by, True Person Hun Lan transformed into the colossal giant of Cloud Mountain, wielding Divine Thunder and gripping the Heavenly River, casting resplendent thunderbolts that lit up the canopy of the sky. In the distance, the Heaven and Earth Great Dream Sword Formation of True Person Huan Xin had already taken shape, as the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword Light of the three hundred sixty-five Grand Circulation numbers pierced the gray dome, reaching beyond the clouds. In that moment, Mingguang Dust felt as though the entire world was bearing down on him, as if all creatures were his enemies! But what of it? "Just you? Kill me? Hahaha!" Facing an onslaught as if the whole world were crashing down upon him, Mingguang Dust showed no fear and laughed heartily. His robe fluttered wildly in the fierce wind, making a whistling sound, while he stepped forward, with his Mirror Self Dharma Body materializing behind him. The Dharma Body held an octagonal great mirror framed in stone and bottomed with jade, within which the sun and moon rotated and stars twinkled, vast and limitless. Within it, Greater Yang drove mighty clouds, Lesser Yang stirred the wind, Supreme Yang fired the firmament, and Mysterious Brilliance transformed the heavens—these were the Four Scenic Sights. Then, the evening sun draped in rosy clouds, the waning sun hung with rainbows, the heart sun gathered spirits, and the dim light condensed on earth—these produced another Four Scenic Sights! Yin and Yang reversed, reality and illusion intertwined, extending the Tao with Six Yang Mysterious Light, truly a Divine Skill manifesting a realm—the Six Yang Mysterious Light Eight Scenic Palaces! Infinite heat waves rose from all around Mingguang Dust, brightening the world; wherever he went, the wind and rain ceased, and the clouds and mists dispersed, like six suns circling the heavens! The Martial Artist’s body became a Formation, with the Formation transforming into a realm—he was a small world unto himself! Wave upon wave of Thunder Spirit Swords faced the full force of the True Persons’ ferocious attacks, but the Six Yang Mysterious Light Eight Scenic Palaces were impregnable, like a sea-parting boulder that stopped the boundless and overwhelming offensive. Even more so, it pressed back! Amidst the dazzling Mysterious Light, Mingguang Dust declared loudly, "The third friend hiding among the clouds, do not behave cowardly. If you truly wish to kill me, come out and fight!" In the distant clouds, which initially seemed to hold nothing. But with Mingguang Dust’s challenge, a crisp sword cry rang out, slicing through the layers of Mysterious Light, aimed directly at the laughing Mingguang Dust. Kanming City. The phenomena at the ends of the world were still not reaching this place; one could faintly see several streaks of heavenly light breaking through the clouds, soaring to the very top of the sky. An Jing leaned against the entrance of the courtyard, his eyes slightly closed as if he were napping or in deep thought. His aura was as condensed as iron yet as hot as a volcano on the verge of eruption. Not until three figures faintly emerged from the other side of the street, carrying the scent of blood and the threat of death, did he open his eyes. "Three high-ranking Grandmasters." Within the True Spirit Eye, Golden Flames surged with overwhelming will to fight, as An Jing stepped forward and stood upright: "Truly, you are adversaries I cannot easily contend with." With that thought, he pressed the mysterious red button of the Tianyuan Realm in his hand. Instantly, a ferocious blaze of thunder and fire erupted, engulfing the unsuspecting Grandmasters! ——Every kind of army and Martial Arts, this is a remote-controlled landmine Formation!

Chapter 308 - 169: A Hundred Kinds of Military Martial Arts! (3/3)

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