Chapter 1105: Chapter 1104: A Battle to Shock the World_1
The pitch-black carriage carried an eerie aura as it emerged from the darkness. With every leap of the three black horses at the front, the bells on the carriage swayed incessantly, their chimes sounding like a harbinger of death, chilling everyone to the bone.
In its presence, the world fell utterly silent.
The Ghost Carriage!
In an instant, these four words surfaced in everyone’s minds. In the Martial World, what else could possess such terrifying magic, if not the Ghost Carriage?
If the appearance of the Ghost Carriage brought unease and despair, then the other half of the sky was filled with a majestic righteousness, where all sinister plots and wicked spirits would be shattered by this righteous energy!
Amidst the radiant splendor, an exceptionally burly figure strode forward and delivered a punch toward the Ghost Carriage. A hand extended from within the carriage as well. It was a pale, emaciated hand that seemed powerless, yet it firmly held back the punch.
Heaven and Earth trembled violently, and all of creation fell silent!
The light, fierce to the extreme, put the entire Endless Plain within the chaotic glow of the Array System, continuously colliding and surging.
At the foot of Endless Risky Peak, even further in the outskirts and in the many cities, countless experts waiting for the outcome of the battle were shocked to see a massive beam of light shooting into the sky, tearing wide and deep cracks into the heavens—streams of chaotic energy surged out, crushing the blue sky and white clouds.
"It’s started over there!"
"My, what terrifying power, even far surpassing that clash from three years ago!"
A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd.
Within Endless Risky Peak, countless people were struck dumb, with most of them scared out of their wits.
If it weren’t for the mountain’s Array System protection just now, they would have been utterly annihilated, and furthermore, even that Array System had weakened layer by layer, as if it could collapse at any moment.
The Martial Emperors present in the Void Origin Realm turned their gazes to the two figures in the sky.
The man standing in front of the Ghost Carriage was tall and thin, likely the master of the legendary Ghost Carriage. Contrary to everyone’s expectations, he was dressed in white robes as pure as snow, with a golden mask covering his face, revealing a pair of cold, fathomless eyes that seemed to contain the stars themselves.
Opposite him was a man with shiny black long hair and an exceptionally large build. His square face was adorned with eyes brighter and more dazzling than gems, while his cheekbones and chin formed smooth curves, further enhancing his prominent and rugged nose and his tightly pressed thin lips—creating an image of astonishing determination.
Only a man of mountainous grandeur like him could truly embody the weight of the title Martial Emperor!
Gazing at these two men who stirred the winds and clouds of the world, everyone felt an inner shock. What is meant by peerless heroism? This was it!
The Daxia Martial Emperor narrowed his eyes, showing serious regard for the first time.
If one were to divide the Martial World into different eras, then the three thousand to two thousand years prior were ruled by a golden age, with characters like Cloud Wanderer, Flying Crane, Zi Yuansheng, and Gu Nanfeng emerging as unrivaled prodigies, leading their own realms and making all others pale in comparison.
The two thousand to one thousand years prior marked a low point for the Martial World, with the quality of geniuses significantly declining. Although many great wars occurred in that period, they were far from comparable to the previous ones.
And the past thousand years, especially the last six hundred, undoubtedly belonged to the Flying Horse Martial Emperor!
The battle between good and evil stirred the winds and clouds, and he nearly single-handedly reversed the good-evil dynamics of the battle that took place over six hundred years ago, personally defeating the devil of the Martial World—the master of the Ghost Carriage—and earning six hundred years of peace.
That battle also saw the sudden rise of the Supreme Pavilion and the establishment of the Flying Horse Dynasty, rumored to be closely related to the Martial Emperor.
Thus, whether in strength, contributions, or reputation, no one can match the Martial Emperor! Although talents like Young Dragon and Kirin have emerged, who are even more outstanding, frankly speaking, as long as the Martial Emperor remains undefeated, nobody can replace his supreme position in the Martial World.
As for the master of the Ghost Carriage, the Daxia Martial Emperor held him in no small regard; although ranked slightly lower than himself, only a fool would blindly trust such rankings.
The Five Forbidden Martial Emperors of this era did not dare to underestimate each other; otherwise, the consequences could be dire. This battle would likely reveal the true capabilities of the Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage.
A Golden Chariot burst out of the Endless Plain, and the Western Region Martial Emperor sat upright on top, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the two figures in the midst of battle.
In the sky, a window of the great ship’s deckhouse was opened by someone at an unknown time, and a man in an indigo robe leaned against the frame.
The Northern Liang Martial Emperor was in the most awkward position.
Despite being a Martial Emperor, he dared not leave the Endless Plain, or else he might be injured in the aftermath. He clenched his fists in secret, hoping to find an opportunity through this battle to break through to the Supreme Martial Arts and enter the ranks of the Forbidden.
Shi Xiaole also paid close attention to the Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage, but unlike others, his focus was more on the latter.
Because the golden mask resembled too closely which the blue-clothed man of Rainbow State wore, Shi Xiaole felt utterly disconcerted and had to force himself to remain calm as he watched this decisive battle between the righteous and demonic paths.
Without a word, the Martial Emperor threw a punch at the master of the Ghost Carriage. Compared to Shi Xiaole’s sword speed, this punch was maddeningly slow, yet the intent behind it caused Shi Xiaole’s heart to skip a beat.
Under this punch, all things acknowledged their submission, no choice but to bow their heads—the so-called Emperor’s Martial Way. When one possesses power enough to crush everything, the speed becomes inconsequential.
In contrast to the Martial Emperor’s majestic dominance, the master of the Ghost Carriage’s palm technique went to another extreme—sly, graceful, and unpredictable.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Gashes were torn through heaven and earth; the violent streams of chaos energy formed into giant tornadoes. It was fortunate that this was Endless Risky Peak, as otherwise, nothing could withstand it.
"The beginning of eleven percent in Supreme Martial Arts!"
The slight oppression felt by the Spiritual Path and the Demon Martial Way allowed Shi Xiaole to ascertain that both the Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage had reached the initial stage of eleven percent in their martial paths, equivalent to the top-of-the-line martial arts at thirteen percent initial stage.
Who doesn’t know that when martial arts reach 120% of its potential, nearly every small boundary becomes a limit? Even someone as talented as Uncle Wang only managed to break through to the later stages of the Slaughter Martial Way after reaching a desperate situation. Compared to the first two, the gap was still too large.
"Emperor’s Way Slash!"
With a shift in his fist technique, the Martial Emperor transformed his palm into a blade, unleashing a slash imbued with the boundless will of the emperor that diagonally cut through the void, tearing it open as if it were a ripped bag.
Witnessing this slash, countless individuals felt an illusion that they were being cut, hastily shutting their eyes.
"Can momentum be used like this?"
With his superior mental strength, Shi Xiaole observed the blade’s light.
There was no doubt about the power of the blade light itself, but what really piqued Shi Xiaole’s curiosity was the momentum within the blade light, an overwhelming force that not only materialized but actually generated energy.
This made Shi Xiaole think of the Demon Martial Way—what if all the negative energy were transformed into power? How terrifying would that be?
"Ghost Claw!"
As the blade light charged forward, the master of the Ghost Carriage acted neither hurriedly nor slowly, his skinny and pale fingers gently reached out, and with a snap, the blade light instantly shattered. However, the scattered shards of the blade light became even more domineering, lashing out like phantoms.
When momentum becomes power, it signifies a liberation from the shackles of form. Whether it breaks or not, both outcomes can harm the enemy—this slash was unstoppable.
Shi Xiaole’s eyes gleamed; he was one of the very few who could see clearly what was happening in the duel.
The master of the Ghost Carriage did not disappoint him. The claw that was extended did not retract but became even swifter as it snatched towards the Martial Emperor, causing the very heavens and earth to lose their color.
Boom!
The blade light turned into a barrier protecting the Martial Emperor. The momentum that started from a person also ended with that person. Instead of defending with effort, it was better to attack the source and extinguish it completely.
"Soul Stabilizing Blood Cutting Hand!"
As the claw struck out, the master of the Ghost Carriage’s right hand also slid out from his sleeve, and the hand was pitch black, as if it were grasping something. He squeezed hard.
Crack!
Everyone felt their heads splitting, their mental strength violently trembling due to the squeeze. Some masters of the Spiritual Path were even more shocked to realize—never had they known that the master of the Ghost Carriage’s mastery of the Spiritual Path was so profound, surpassing even theirs!
But what was more terrifying was yet to come.
A white halo lit up around the Martial Emperor, and the vast black hand struggled in vain against it, only to be repelled by the white aura. The Martial Emperor was also a master of the Spiritual Path!
Boom...
Behind the master of the Ghost Carriage, ripples exploded, each spreading thousands of miles away.
Clang...
Behind the Martial Emperor, numerous claws stealthily appeared, tearing open giant voids of a hundred meters, through which even the void storms inside could be seen.
This was because, while they were engaged in a mental duel, both parties had secretly unleashed martial attacks which they had avoided simultaneously.
Terrible, too terrible!
In a brief moment, the two peerless masters went back and forth, with a series of covert and overt fights dazzling the few onlookers like Shi Xiaole, who dared not be distracted.
As for everyone else, it wasn’t that they were blinded by watching, but what they saw was merely the afterimages left behind by the two a long time ago. They had to deduce the course of the battle step by step, yet they too benefited greatly from this.
Time after time, defense turned into counterattacks. Above the Endless Risky Peak, sometimes it was the grand and atmospheric Emperor’s Martial Arts, sometimes the eerie and strange Spiritual Path claws; the sky was split into black and white, like two different worlds continuously colliding, wreaking havoc upon the world.
Shi Xiaole was deeply engrossed in the duel between the two grandmasters, striving to absorb the essence of their martial arts. One moment he contemplated the Martial Emperor’s use of momentum, the next he learned from the master of the Ghost Carriage’s mastery of the Spiritual Path...
Ten thousand moves.
Twenty thousand moves.
Thirty thousand moves.
The two were too fast, soon exchanging fifty thousand moves, and still, it was hard to determine the victor.
"Martial Emperor, take my claw!"
At that moment, the master of the Ghost Carriage’s pitch black right hand extended, gliding like water, and in a startling vanishment from mid-air, when it reappeared, it had become ten times larger and was clutching the Martial Emperor.
In an instant, the Martial Emperor was like a bird in a cage, his momentum greatly diminished, and even his spiritual aura was significantly weakened.
"This is..."
The Daxia Martial Emperor, the Western Region Martial Emperor, and the West Sea Martial Emperor were simultaneously shocked.
They hadn’t seen clearly the technique that had just occurred, meaning they wouldn’t be able to defend against it either. Although the three of them had their own trump cards, confident that the master of the Ghost Carriage couldn’t block them, the outcome would at best be mutual destruction.
