Chapter 300: Chapter 275: Zhuo Kunsheng Trapped in a Dire Situation_1
"It’s been three hundred years, but honorable Sect Master Zhuo, you still remember me. I’m flattered."
Chu Tianjiao smiled, but the intense intent of his sword was already locked on Zhuo Kunsheng.
"Everyone thought you died three hundred years ago. It seems everyone has been deceived by you."
Zhuo Kunsheng spoke, his body covered in a glow with the Rule Power surging, the Primordial Spirit Manifestation emerged, reaching an imposing three hundred feet.
Apparently, he took Chu Tianjiao, his younger generation, quite seriously.
Chu Tianjiao, the second son of King Ming, a heaven-sent genius, who was spectacularly gifted. People once speculated that his future achievements could surpass King Ming’s.
Why was it said that Wang Tianyu was the most enlightened within the Mansion of King Ming in the last three hundred years, and not four hundred years?
That is because Chu Tianjiao had appeared three hundred years ago.
Chu Tianjiao was too phenomenal and thus feared by various forces. It led to a long-planned assassination attempt against him.
All the major forces dispatched one hundred and eight top assassins to encircle and kill Chu Tianjiao. But in the end, only seven of those one hundred and eight assassins survived.
They brought back the news: Chu Tianjiao was critically wounded and had escaped.
In the following three hundred years, Chu Tianjiao never showed up again. Everyone predicted that Chu Tianjiao must have fallen due to his severe injuries.
Zhuo Kunsheng didn’t expect Chu Tianjiao to reveal himself here after three hundred years.
Three hundred years ago, Chu Tianjiao had already broken through to the Primordial Spirit Realm. After being dormant for three hundred years, how far had he improved?
"Chu Tianming, is this your plot, joining forces to detain me?"
Zhuo Kunsheng said coldly.
"I’m merely using your strategy against you."
King Ming said.
"Well-played. Because of your strategy, the Mansion of King Ming lost tens of thousands of warriors. Chu Tianming, you are quite bold. However, I wonder how hundreds of thousands of King Ming’s army would feel if they knew."
Zhuo Kunsheng mocked.
"Since ancient times, those who want to accomplish great things must make necessary sacrifices, it’s inevitable."
"Furthermore, as long as we can eliminate the Shengxuan Sect and you, Zhuo Kunsheng, it will save more lives. If you were in my position, Zhuo Kunsheng, you’d probably be willing as well, no matter how huge the sacrifice."
King Ming replied coldly, his eyes steady.
Klang!
Zhuo Kunsheng didn’t bother to talk anymore as he acted first, unsheathed his sword, and attacked Chu Tianjiao.
To escape, naturally he aimed for the weakest link.
He didn’t believe that Chu Tianjiao’s strength could surpass that of King Ming.
There were many stunning talents in the world, each dominating their time and place, and with every generation came notable figures who shook the world.
However, in the entire Da Chu and its seventy-two states, there were only twenty individuals like King Ming over the last thousand years.
How difficult would it be to achieve their level?
The moment Zhuo Kunsheng acted, Chu Tianjiao countered. His Tianjiao Sword was drawn out, boasting brilliant sword light that was not inferior to Zhuo Kunsheng’s in any way.
The two different colored Sword Lights collided, causing a dazzling beam of light to shoot up into the sky, splitting the whole sky in two.
Zhuo Kunsheng and Chu Tianjiao simultaneously trembled, drifting backward.
"Third Void of the Rule of Wind, Chu Tianjiao, you’ve already reached the Peak of Peeking into the Void."
Zhuo Kunsheng said with some shock, his face stern.
In the sixth transformation of the Primordial Spirit, one starts to touch the Rule Power in the heaven and earth.
The practice of Rule Power is divided into Seven Voids. Peeking into the Void could only practice up to the Third Void.
While in the Seventh Transformation, Refining the Void, one could practice up to the Seventh Void.
King Ming, Zhuo Kunsheng, all stood at the Third Void, the peak of Peeking into the Void.
Without a doubt, Chu Tianjiao had reached this level as well.
This level had its own, few equivalents in the world.
However, although they had reached the same level, that did not necessarily mean they were the most powerful in the world.
For Zhuo Kunsheng and King Ming, both being extraordinarily talented, were able to defeat others above their level. It was as easy as eating and drinking for them.
Being invincible at the same level was their trademark.
No one else who reached the same level could match them.
But Chu Tianjiao was different.
Chu Tianjiao’s talent even surpassed that of King Ming.
Boom!
Zhuo Kunsheng’s heart sank, but at the same time, he summoned all his strength, activated his Primordial Spirit Manifestation, and charged towards Chu Tianjiao. He himself flew over to a side, attempting to escape the place.
Being besieged by two equally matched warriors was more dangerous than the previous attack King Ming encountered.
But King Ming wouldn’t let him escape that easily. A huge spear swung out horizontally, blocking Zhuo Kunsheng’s path.
At the same time, King Ming and Chu Tianjiao both released their Primordial Spirit Manifestation.
Chu Tianjiao’s Primordial Spirit Manifestation was not in human form but was also a sword.
An ancient war sword, filled with the breath of time, as if it came from the ancient times.
The ancient war sword came crashing down, causing Zhuo Kunsheng’s Primordial Spirit Manifestation to continually retreat.
Meanwhile, Chu Tianjiao, sword in hand, produced brilliant Sword Lights that continually fell on Zhuo Kunsheng’s Primordial Spirit Manifestation, causing rift-like sword wounds to appear. The glow on the manifestation gradually dimmed.
How could a single Primordial Spirit Manifestation withstand Chu Tianjiao?
Similarly, without his Primordial Spirit Manifestation, how could Zhuo Kunsheng resist King Ming?
Puff!
Zhuo Kunsheng was swept away by King Ming’s spear, flying horizontally, coughing up large amounts of blood.
Chu Tianjiao’s sword light shifted, intercepting Zhuo Kunsheng. Zhuo exerted the rest of his energy to resist, but he was caught up by King Ming’s Primordial Spirit Manifestation who suppressed him with one palm, almost shattering his bones.
Clang, clang, clang...
At this moment, the area between Zhuo Kunsheng’s brows shone brightly, and a large bell flew out, producing a melodious bell sound.
Both Chu Tianjiao and King Ming were shaken, their bodies retreating several steps; their foreheads radiated a glowing circle of ripples.
"The Sect’s treasure of the Tianque Sect, the Soul Falling Bell. No, during the revolt of the Eight Kings, the Soul Falling Bell was shattered by the Eastern-King and now it cannot leave Tianque Mountain; this is a duplicate of the Soul Falling Bell."
King Ming recognized it at a glance.
Like the Shengxuan Sect, the Tianque Sect has a profound heritage, even more so, including a unique groundbreaking spiritual treasure.
These kinds of spiritual treasures have been honed and refined by generations of powerhouses. They are not able to be produced by emerging forces like King Ming’s Mansion which has only risen a few hundred years ago.
The power of such spiritual treasures is often extremely powerful, such as the Shengxuan Tower, which can elevate Huang Xuan’s strength to a higher level.
The Soul Falling Bell has a very strong attack power against Primordial Spirits, especially against the Primordial Spirit Manifestation.
Without speaking, Zhuo Kunsheng continues to drive the Soul Falling Bell, attacking Chu Tianjiao and King Ming’s Primordial Spirit. Their Primordial Spirit Manifestations shuddered non-stop, and they continued to retreat.
King Ming and Chu Tianjiao simply put away their Primordial Spirit Manifestations, employed the Law as their protection, bypassed Zhuo Kunsheng’s Primordial Spirit Manifestation and pursued Zhuo Kunsheng to kill him.
"Heaven and Earth Killing Sword."
Chu Tianjiao held his long sword towards the sky, pointing his left hand towards the earth. Energy between heaven and earth converged into nine astonishing sword lights. Each sword light seemed to possess the might of a world-creating force.
"Heavenly Dragon God Spear."
King Ming was covered in golden light. His long spear thrust out a dragon roar, and from his spear, a ferocious, golden, colossal dragon rushed towards Zhuo Kunsheng.
Without a doubt, they were all divine-level martial arts.
"Ancient Tianque Sword Way."
Zhuo Kunsheng vibrated the Soul Falling Bell while performing Tianque Sect’s divine-level martial arts. Around him, there appeared several sword circles that looked like shields.
But how could he alone block two experts?
The sword light of Chu Tianjiao fell, Zhuo Kunsheng’s defense was broken, and King Ming’s golden dragon rushed past. Zhuo Kunsheng retreated tens of thousands of meters and shattered a mountain.
King Ming and Chu Tianjiao pursued him closely, their sword light and spear glow cascading like a flood towards Zhuo Kunsheng’s landing site.
Boom, boom, boom...
The ground shattered, rocks flew, and numerous cracks extended in all directions like spider webs.
Crash!
Several li away, Zhuo Kunsheng rushed out, disheveled, with his body tattered and wounded. His right leg and left arm were missing.
The Soul Falling Bell hovered above his head, but a crack had appeared on it.
King Ming didn’t see it wrongly; this Soul Falling Bell that Zhuo Kunsheng had was only a replica. Tianque Sect spent hundreds of years refining it. Even though its power was astonishing, it could only be used once.
After the first use, it would shatter.
This was the reason why Zhuo Kunsheng didn’t use it during the last siege on King Ming.
Zhuo Kunsheng suffered heavy damage, and even his Primordial Spirit Manifestation could not be maintained. It turned into a rainbow of light, disappearing into his forehead.
With the replica of the Soul Falling Bell showing cracks and its power weakening, King Ming and Chu Tianjiao once again offered up their Primordial Spirit Manifestation, together with their main body, they rushed to kill Zhuo Kunsheng.
Zhuo Kunsheng was in a desperate situation.
Even in the face of desperate circumstances, Zhuo Kunsheng never gave up his will to survive.
He was among the most powerful under the heavens and would never admit defeat easily.
"Anyone who wants to kill me would have to try harder. Since I began Martial Arts, there have been many people who wanted to kill me, none of them were successful. The Chu father and son also won’t be successful."
Zhuo Kunsheng showed a savage and resolute expression. His forehead shone as his Primordial Spirit controlled the Soul Falling Bell, flying rapidly forward; his body, however, rushed towards King Ming and Chu Tianjiao, radiating a dazzling light.
"Not good, retreat."
King Ming’s expression changed, and he shouted, retreating quickly with Chu Tianjiao.
Boom!
Zhuo Kunsheng’s body exploded into violent energy, covering an area of several dozens of li.
Zhuo Kunsheng’s body was extremely powerful, being one of the most powerful under the heavens. After enduring countless adversities, the amount of energy it contained was beyond comprehension. It exploded in an instant, turning dozens of li in an instant into a dead zone.
Whiz, Whiz!
King Ming and Chu Tianjiao’s figures burst out, standing in the air, but they had already lost track of Zhuo Kunsheng.
His Primordial Spirit was driving the Soul Falling Bell, breaking free from the shackles of his physical body and moving to the ultimate speed. Even a pursuit would likely be in vain.
"Sure enough, such a great hero is hard to kill."
Chu Tianjiao sighed.
"Without a physical body, even for Zhuo Kunsheng, despite having the resources of the Tianque Sect, it will take at least a hundred years to recover. In this hundred years, the Tianque Sect is bound to decline."
King Ming said.
"To be honest, old man, I think the way you manipulated this scene was not brilliant. I heard you were badly beaten. Taking such a risk for yourself was not worthy."
Chu Tianjiao suddenly veered the conversation.
King Ming fell silent for a moment before saying, "To achieve great things, who could avoid taking risks?"
Chu Tianjiao shook his head and said, "If I hadn’t rushed back in time, the situation would have deteriorated. Once the Mansion of King Ming showed signs of defeat, apart from the Shengxuan Sect and the Tianque Sect, the other feudal princes would be eager to have a piece of the cake. At that time, not only Xuan Zhou would be lost, but also Yunzhou and Mingzhou."
"Actually, to deal with the Shengxuan Sect, as long as you waited for me to come back, we two could have easily crushed them together."
"This time was the best opportunity, why let it pass?"
King Ming replied, his face expressionless.
Chu Tianjiao sighed in his heart. He understood King Ming’s mind all too well.
