Chapter 1108: Chapter 1107: A Character of the Devil Path Ancestral Level_1
The Martial Emperor, by all accounts, was less than a thousand years old, whereas Beigong Jue, the descendant of the Beigong Clan, hailed from fifteen hundred years ago. There should have been no intersection in their paths.
However, after the extermination of the Beigong Clan, Beigong Jue concealed his identity and wandered the Martial World for a long time, until the great battle between the forces of good and evil took him unexpectedly into the Colorless Realm.
By that time, he had already become the Forbidden Martial Emperor with heaven-reaching power, naturally privy to many secrets beyond the ken of ordinary people.
So when Beigong Jue declared that the Martial Emperor was a master from the Supreme Pavilion, one could only imagine the immense shock it caused to others, comparable to a towering tsunami.
Yet a few on the scene were focused on the latter part of the statement—the Supreme Pavilion, too, was in possession of the secret of East Victory!
The Golden Rainbow Fairy maintained a calm countenance, as did the two elders behind her, and even the two young men and two young women, whose eyes flickered with thought, pondering the unknown.
Zhang Rongfu, Yue Mihua, and Liang Kuan’s chests heaved erratically. As the leaders of an intelligence organization, they keenly sensed that today’s events had spiraled out of control, evolving in an unpredictable direction.
Ling Jingsi was the first to instruct Shi Xiaole and Fu Zongming to prepare for a retreat at any moment. The secrets involving East Victory, the Six Lotus Sect, and the Supreme Pavilion, which had ties to the royal family of the Flying Horse, were not good things to know of.
A cacophony of heated discussion rolled across the Endless Risky Peak in an instant.
Beigong Jue’s smile was filled with determination, madness, and a sense of vindictive pleasure as he laughed uproariously, "I thought I would never be able to leave that place, but lo and behold, heaven has acknowledged my sincerity, haha, your Six Lotus Sect’s years of lurking and conspiracy are doomed to fail!
He had traveled the ends of the earth back in the day, managing to uncover the mastermind behind the scenes, but was trapped in the Colorless Realm. On hearing that the Western Region Martial Emperor would come to the Endless Risky Peak, he schemed this act.
Because Beigong Jue knew that he alone could not kill the Western Region Martial Emperor, he could only leverage the masters of the Endless Risky Peak. Since the Beigong Clan was already annihilated, he might as well let all the truths be known to the world; the Six Lotus Sect should not think to get off scot-free either!
"Absurd, utterly absurd! Who exactly are you, to go to great lengths to concoct such lies, trying to frame me, what’s your true motive?"
In his fury, the Western Region Martial Emperor could no longer refrain and slashed at Beigong Jue with his sword. This time, the West Sea Martial Emperor did not interfere, as the secret had already been made public.
"Remnants of the Six Lotus Sect, I swear I shall not rest until you are dead today!"
A force that seemed fiery yet gentle, luminous yet dark burst forth from Beigong Jue, revealing the full extent of his martial prowess for the first time. It was undistinguished yet could mimic any martial arts in the world.
The moment the two overwhelming forces collided, the light at the center suddenly froze, as if time and space themselves had paused. Then, wave after wave of mountain-toppling, sea-turning aftershocks spread out. Just as one wave receded, the next consumed it, forming even stronger waves reaching further distances.
Countless Array System light pillars were activated, illuminating all directions. Even warriors in Sky City couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards the Endless Risky Peak, their faces filled with horror.
Flying Horse Imperial City.
In a resplendent palace complex aglow with gold and jade, stood a starkly simple hall, an anomaly amidst its surroundings. In its shadows was the Flying Horse National Master, never showing his true face, now heaving a deep sigh.
In front of him, the needle on the divination board was shaking chaotically.
Meanwhile, in a side palace at the very center of the imperial city, an eunuch rushed in hastily, bowed his head, and said to the young man above, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, the Zijin Qi outside the tomb of the Martial Immortals is about to be refined. We believe that His Majesty will soon return in triumph."
The Crown Prince, Mu Yuanchen, who was reviewing memorials, slowly lifted his head. His face was inscrutable, emotionless save for a faint smile as he said, "This palace has waited for this day, for a very long time."
Worldly rumors suggested that the current Flying Horse Emperor would not live long, little did outsiders know, His Majesty was not only alive and well, but also for these past years, he had been refining the Zijin Qi in the tomb of the Martial Immortals. On the day of his emergence, he would sweep through the universe.
It was the grand era, not of the Martial World, but of the warriors. This time, the Mu family would use the chaos as an opportunity to expand their territory further and become the true masters of this land!
Endless Risky Peak.
"Rebellious Divine Slash!"
The Western Region Martial Emperor’s hair unfurled, his face bearing three deep, bone-visible scars and sixteen different wounds added to his body, which only made him more ferocious. In a roar, he slashed at Beigong Jue, and the whole world stilled with that strike.
Beigong Jue laughed madly. His right arm was stripped to the bone, but he felt no pain. His left hand opened, seemingly containing another universe, as he managed to twist the sword’s trajectory.
Spurt!
What he didn’t expect was that the sword concealed another blade. Beigong Jue couldn’t dodge in time and his entire right arm was chopped off at the root! Yet before the Western Region Martial Emperor could take a breath of relief, Beigong Jue’s bleeding left hand loosened slightly, allowing the sword qi to pierce through his palm bone, left hand, and up to his left shoulder, twisting the sword qi faster and striking at the Western Region Martial Emperor.
The Western Region Martial Emperor lifted a cold smile, parrying with a backhanded blow.
Just then!
A sudden and heavy force smashed into his chest, causing the Western Region Martial Emperor’s chest to cave in by a full three inches, spewing out chunks of flesh.
"This is my Beigong Clan’s ultimate skill; if it were your old, undead teacher, he surely wouldn’t have fallen for it."
Beigong Jue laughed unceasingly, his hatred not diminished but intensified.
For back then, after his father had exhausted all his power to perform this move, his limbs and even his head were violently torn apart by the Six Lotus Sect’s Hall Masters. He still remembered the blood and rain of that night, along with the soul-piercing screams.
Beigong Jue charged forward, indifferent to the sword qi slicing his skin. Like a peeled radish, his blood rained down, with tendons and bones exposed, and finally reached out his hand, laughing as he plucked the Western Region Martial Emperor’s left arm right off his shoulder.
Hiss!
Everyone was shocked by Beigong Jue’s ferocious manner, and numerous women screamed, unable to watch any further. They were not delicate creatures of seclusion, but they had never witnessed such a scene before. How deep must the hatred be, for one to act with such reckless abandon.
Shi Xiaole’s heart sank as if it had fallen into a pit of ice.
He was not very familiar with the round-faced old man, but if it were not for him, he would have likely died at the hands of the ugly eunuch, and even after he learned of Ling’er’s secret, the other party never harmed him. He couldn’t help but feel grateful to this ill-faced, kind-hearted old man.
But what could he do?
With his cultivation, not to mention helping Beigong Jue, he couldn’t even get close, and the lethal technique he had drawn had not reached the Forbidden level; using it would have been in vain.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, Zhu Nanzhi, did you ever imagine this day would come?"
Half of Beigong Jue’s left hand had been chopped off, leaving only three fingers, but he didn’t even furrow his brow. The long-suppressed hatred had numbed his pain and pushed his state to the peak of his life.
Three fingers, like sharp swords, viciously pierced into the Western Region Martial Emperor’s left chest, and blood flowed down his fingers, seeking to penetrate deeper, but the Western Region Martial Emperor already snarled through gritted teeth, swinging his blade to chop down.
Beigong Jue was a fraction of a second too slow, his palm was severed, but without uttering a word, his left arm, like a rod of blood, continued to thrust out, colliding with the Western Region Martial Emperor’s right leg.
Crack, crack, crack!
The Western Region Martial Emperor’s right leg shattered on the spot, and Beigong Jue’s battered left arm flew off his body as well.
"You lunatic!"
The Western Region Martial Emperor roared with bloodshot eyes and turned to flee.
In terms of strength, the other party was at best only slightly superior to him. Normally, it would be difficult to even harm him, but Beigong Jue fought with a reckless disregard for his life, exchanging blow for blow with damage, and if the fight continued, he could indeed fall right here.
Whoosh!
The waves rolled tumultuously, and at the critical moment, the West Sea Martial Emperor suddenly made his move, stopping the Western Region Martial Emperor in his tracks.
Suddenly, from a distance, the sound of a crane’s call rang out, and a hundred zhang white crane came flapping its wings, its wings like heavenly sabers, lightly grazing past the void.
The Western Region Martial Emperor panicked, and before he could react, his right arm along with his shoulder were sliced off, and a rain of blood sprayed against the green sky.
"Feihe Transformation Feather Blade, are you perhaps Flying Crane?"
The West Sea Martial Emperor turned abruptly, staring intently at the white-haired old man who had appeared, his eyes as calm as ever, but the profound aura of the ocean, unbeknownst to anyone, had suddenly become turbulent and overwhelming, shocking countless people.
The white-haired old man said, "Correct."
From three thousand to two thousand years ago in the Martial World, it was the Golden Age that ruled, and Flying Crane was recognized as one of the Golden Talents of that era.
Shi Xiaole could never have imagined that this old man, whom Ling’er called "Wood Grandpa," who never spoke more than five words, was none other than Flying Crane, as famous as Zi Yuansheng.
The crowd from the Devil Path boiled over.
For Flying Crane was a renowned master of the Devil Path, having become well-known much earlier than the master of the Ghost Carriage; in terms of seniority, he was like an ancestor to the current Devil Path.
"Ancestor Master!"
The Sect Master of Crane Feather Gate from the Daxia dynasty, along with a group of masters, excitedly greeted Flying Crane with a bow.
Flying Crane glanced at them without a word.
The Devil Path crowd seemed to be on a pilgrimage, but the Righteous Path crowd’s faces were ashen, especially many top force masters who clenched the weapons in their hands even tighter.
Back in his days, Flying Crane was decisive in his killings, and countless Righteous Path heroes died at his hands. And those who were strong enough to draw his attention were indeed exceptional; their descendants created forces, and many stood at the pinnacle of the Martial World.
"My master was defeated by your hands back in the day, and died in depression. I thought my chance for revenge was hopeless, yet you appeared," said the first person to react upon hearing Flying Crane acknowledge his identity. His aura grew even more violent, affecting even the severely wounded Western Region Martial Emperor.
"Who is he?"
Flying Crane asked.
"Hua Jinzi," replied the West Sea Martial Emperor.
Step by step, the West Sea Martial Emperor advanced, his voice falling, a punch with the magnitude to overturn rivers and mountains struck out first.
With a casual twist of his hand, Flying Crane resisted the punch’s force. His other hand reached for the escaping Western Region Martial Emperor, only to be shattered by another palm force— the Daxia Martial Emperor had made his move.
As one of the five leaders of the Righteous Path, he could not stand idly by and watch Flying Crane wreak havoc.
"Wood, I told you not to come, so why did you?" Beigong Jue roared as he charged forward, transmitting his voice, "What will happen to Ling’er without you?"
"Attend the funeral, entrust others," replied Flying Crane, still only four words.
For six hundred years, he had spoken only a few sentences, but it was this despised man of the Devil Path who, risking troubles, hurried to lend a hand to his own battle.
A different fire ignited in Beigong Jue’s chest, making his eyes swell and his nose sting with the acrid smell, turning into an even crueler hatred as he charged towards the Western Region Martial Emperor.
