Chapter 906: Chapter 905 Too Proactive_1
In the Bone Forest, gusts of sinister wind whistled through, rattling skulls and skeletons with a clattering noise, as if countless wraiths were wailing in chorus.
Han Yanfa’s smile was unexpectedly warm, making one suspect that taking a life was the most pleasurable thing in the world to him.
Under the constraints of the Golden Abyss Alliance, if a Martial Emperor of the Void Origin Realm made a move, it would inevitably trigger a backlash from fate, but if they suppressed their martial power and martial path to the level of the Divine Barrier Realm, there would be no repercussions.
However, doing so would mean the Martial Emperor of the Void Origin Realm would lose their greatest advantage, rendering the action meaningless.
Yet, Han Yanfa suddenly wanted to try it. As one of the shining stars among the golden generation (Chapter 588), he couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he last acted, simply because no one was worthy.
"You’re asking for trouble,"
Witch Granny couldn’t help but shake her head as she saw what Han Yanfa intended.
She had personally witnessed Shi Xiaole’s battle with Fujiki Naotsugu. The opponent’s strength surpassed all other Terrestrial Immortals she had seen in her life. Even amidst the glittering golden generation full of outstanding fighters, no one could match him.
"Old witch, since when did you start dampening others’ ambitions and diminishing your own authority?"
Murong San, dressed in green robes and with a naturally single eye, approached with an eerie chill.
"Believe it or not, that’s up to you."
Between their verbal sparring, Han Yanfa had already charged towards Shi Xiaole. He suppressed his cultivation to the ninth level of the Divine Barrier Realm, and his martial path was also suppressed to ninety percent of its peak. His left fist and right palm transformed into an ocean that engulfed everything around.
The Invincible Earth Immortal was not just any ordinary Invincible Earth Immortal!
Clearly, at the level of the Divine Barrier Realm, Han Yanfa must have been unrivalled and invincible. Even in today’s Martial World, he would be worthy of the top spot on the Earth Immortal list.
Unfortunately for him, he was facing Shi Xiaole.
The Spring Fury Sword was unsheathed, and Shi Xiaole lightly pointed the sword forward.
Thump!
The illusions of fists and palms collapsed, and the sword’s momentum continued unabated, brushing past Han Yanfa’s body. Shi Xiaole’s wrist flickered as if he had eyes on the back of his head. The Spring Fury Sword morphed into countless sword blossoms in the wind, unleashing a thunderous roar.
Wind Tribulation Sword Technique’s fourth move, Wind Fury.
Shi Xiaole, now, could effortlessly perform killing moves according to the situation and opportunity at hand.
"Good coming at me, Smiling Flower Picking."
Han Yanfa’s eyes sparkled, a smile on his face as his hands mimicked flower picking. A mysterious Qi enveloped him, and when the Sword Qi struck it, it made a sound like raindrops hitting glass.
Without changing his expression, Shi Xiaole’s sword intent continued to rise, as if there were no limits, and in a hair’s breadth, he unleashed another Wind Fury.
Crack!
The aura shield split open, and the Sword Qi poured down like a sharp crescent arc.
"What?"
Han Yanfa and Witch Granny both exclaimed at once, while Murong San remained silent, his single eye fiercely contracting.
Smiling Flower Picking was the supreme defensive technique Han Yanfa had created after sneaking into the Shaolin monastery’s scripture vault and reading through countless Buddhist scriptures, then fusing them with the Divine Sect’s secret skills. He was confident that in the Divine Barrier Realm, no one could break it, yet Shi Xiaole broke it with the second sword, so how could he not be shocked?
Witch Granny, on the other hand, was astonished that Shi Xiaole had still concealed his strength during the night banquet at King Jin’s mansion. Was this his true capability?
A dense killing intent swept through her eyes. Such a heaven-defying talent, if turned into an enemy, must be eliminated as soon as possible!
"Ananda Eight Skills!"
In his shock, Han Yanfa was filled with boundless fighting spirit. He struck out with hands and feet at the fastest speed he ever had; fist winds, palm shadows, finger strikes, and leg lights converged into a torrent. The battle power he displayed in that instant surpassed the worldly imagination of the Terrestrial Immortals.
In front of him, who dared to claim invincibility?
"The grand era of ten thousand years, the Martial World indeed conceals too many skilled and outstanding individuals."
Shi Xiaole had a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
Ancient Divine Sect, Fujiki Naotsugu, the mysterious expert within Drunken Spring Breeze, and these few terrifying individuals before him – within a few short months, the Martial World had seen a great surge of forces or experts appear overnight.
And these were only the ones he knew about. Were there more such examples in places he didn’t know of?
Shi Xiaole truly realized that the chaos prophesied had arrived; heroes contended for supremacy, numerous boats raced the rapids. At that moment, whoever could dominate the tide and stand atop the surging waves, relied purely on their own skill.
A sense of lofty pride welled up in his heart. Shi Xiaole laughed loudly, swinging his long sword vigorously three times.
The first sword erased the illusions, the second sword cut a pathway through the Qi waves, and the third sword, following closely behind the second, arrived first despite being released later, striking Han Yanfa’s palm with a thud.
"This kid’s tough!"
Han Yanfa’s face turned ghastly pale, both shocked and angry, exhausting all his wits and techniques. However, Shi Xiaole firmly pressed him down, and in just over twenty moves, Han Yanfa was in grave danger.
Boom...
A large green-haired hand unexpectedly struck down towards Shi Xiaole, turning the skies dark green. It turned out to be Murong San making his move.
Shi Xiaole did not even glance, thrusting his sword through the green-haired hand. Murong San snorted coldly, and rather than dissipating, the green-haired hand rapidly contracted, layer upon layer of shock waves forming a transparent sonic wave. They spread down towards Shi Xiaole along the Spring Fury Sword.
Murong San’s lips twitched.
His research on shock wave power was unparalleled, almost without equal in the world. Even though he could currently only use Divine Barrier Realm power, combined with the Green Robbery Hand, it was enough to take this young upstart by surprise.
"Impressive."
Shi Xiaole recognized at a glance that he couldn’t break the shaking force with mere technique, as he certainly could not match Murong San’s research in this area. Since technique was insufficient, it had to be brute force. The power of Wind Sword Way converged on the edge of his sword. Shi Xiaole didn’t dodge, and with a powerful sweep, he broke through.
Sizzle.
Transparent shockwaves were cleaved into two halves by the Sword Qi, and the scattered force lost its order, immediately causing the void to wrinkle like fabric.
Murong San, unable to retreat in time, nearly had his green robe blasted apart, his complexion alternating between shades of green and white.
Shi Xiaole took the initiative to charge at Han Yanfa and Murong San with his sword, effortlessly navigating the complex interplay of their long-range and close-quarters combat, occasionally forcing them into a clumsy retreat with a few swift stabs.
"Big sister, aren’t you going to make a move? Do you want to watch us brothers get trampled?"
Han Yanfa’s face turned beet red.
He had previously doubted Witch Granny, believing that it was impossible for him to fail to withstand even thirty moves, but the reality proved that Witch Granny was too modest in her assessment—he lasted only twenty-two moves. And even with Murong San, who was not inferior to him, they were still suppressed by Shi Xiaole alone.
What kind of monster was this?
Witch Granny snorted. Previously in Sky City, she had used hidden weapons and poison to attack two Half-step Void Origin Experts, and now she wanted to replicate the trick; however, she struggled to find the right opportunity. Seeing Han Yanfa and Murong San being driven back step by step, she had no choice but to confront him head-on.
Bang, bang, bang...
If a veteran of the Martial World from the golden era were here, they would be utterly astonished. The three Protectors of the Divine Sect—rare and powerful figures in the world—were actually joining forces to attack a young man, and they still weren’t gaining the upper hand.
No, as time passed, they were clearly falling behind.
"If you were each to face me alone, being able to fend off more than twenty of my moves would indeed make you invincible at this level,"
Shi Xiaole said while thrusting his sword.
Their faces alternating between red and purple, did they actually take that as a compliment?
"Divine Buddha Demon Subduing!"
Han Yanfa’s expression was solemn. With his right hand forming a fist seal, a glorious golden Buddha seemed to appear behind him amid the sonorous chants of thousands of monks. The profound might of his punch seemed to pierce the heavens and the earth, carrying the power to cleanse the world’s impurities.
"Green Robbery Hand!"
The green robe billowed as Murong San transformed his hands into two enormous umbrellas that obscured the sky. Traces of green essence spread between his palms and fingers, enveloping Shi Xiaole.
"Gate of Witch Delusion!"
A black gate of light appeared before Witch Granny; as the gate opened, strange witchcraft forces spread out, seemingly on the verge of crushing Shi Xiaole into pieces.
Fueled by a surge of inner rage, the three attacked from three different directions, each unleashing their most powerful moves.
Unfortunately, this did not shake Shi Xiaole. With a slight lift of his eyes, the Spring Fury Sword spun around with his body, the sword strands like willow branches in the wind, unimpressively slicing through the air yet astonishingly blocking all three forces at the same time.
It was only a moment.
But a moment was enough!
Shi Xiaole passed through the brief openings in the trio’s defenses, his sword tip tracing a quasi-curved line of light in the void that lingered long after.
Thud!
Han Yanfa’s clothes were torn, revealing a shallow sword mark from his lower left rib to his right shoulder, barely visible before he shook it off with a wave. Looking up towards the end of the slash, where Shi Xiaole stood sheathing his sword, he exclaimed, "You’re no human, kiddo!"
Murong San: "We must kill this kid!"
Witch Granny: "How?"
Murong San: "By using Void Origin Realm powers."
Witch Granny and Han Yanfa agreed, simultaneously stepping back. Han Yanfa reached out and said, "Brother Murong, please start your performance."
But Murong San made no move.
The pact of the Golden Alliance was not yet fully voided; at this time, whoever dared to reveal the power of the Void Origin Realm would surely invite divine punishment, and that was no trivial statement.
As for notifying the Divine Sect, considering Shi Xiaole’s strength, wouldn’t that be sending elites to their deaths? Could they justify sending a significant portion of their best forces to death, all for the sake of one man, to the ancestors and founders of the Shenzong?
For a time, the scene became very quiet—and somewhat awkward.
Shi Xiaole looked at Han Yanfa and said, "Fat uncle, do you really have to kill me?"
Han Yanfa smiled and said, "Handsome boy, even though I held back just now, I would not be able to kill you even if I didn’t. It’s impossible for you to harm me. Well, I’m a man of clear debts and grudges. At the very least, I can leave you a whole corpse."
Shi Xiaole said, "What if I join you?"
All three were simultaneously taken aback.
"Kid, what exactly is your scheme?"
Murong San said coldly.
"No scheme, if I don’t join you, you’ll have to kill me. To save my life, I have no choice but to join you. It’s that simple. If you don’t believe me, I’m willing to swear on my martial heart."
The three looked at one another.
It seemed to make sense, but shouldn’t he have begun by nobly accepting death, displaying tremendous courage, then after much hardship and with no other choice, ultimately and satisfyingly become one of them?
How could he be so proactive!
"Either I die, or we fight together. It’s your choice."
From the moment he had entered this place, Shi Xiaole knew that there were only two possible outcomes, that’s why he had been so showy earlier—to prove his worth.
The three began to discuss, with Witch Granny seemingly vehemently opposed, occasionally revealing her intent to kill, but Han Yanfa and Murong San held different views. After arguing for a full quarter of an hour, they finally followed the principle of majority rule.
Han Yanfa waved his hand grandly: "Handsome boy, congratulations, you’ve become a part of our Divine Sect. This is the highest honor, the goal every righteous man and woman strives for, the ideal we are willing to defend with our lives... Now, swear an oath, and then follow me to see the Sect Leader."
