Chapter 877: Chapter 876: Elder Dragon Chapter 877: Chapter 876: Elder Dragon “`
An elder in purple-gold robes appeared out of nowhere, and with a mere gesture, instantly caused the raging Blade Storm to come to a halt.
The elder had silvery-white hair and a long beard that covered half of his face.
His brow was slightly furrowed, exhibiting profoundly deep wrinkles on his forehead.
Yet he didn’t seem frail; on the contrary, he looked robust and spirited, with a ruddy complexion.
Merely standing there casually, he exuded an aura of terrifying and domineering majesty.
The elder looked down at Shen Jianting, a sneer playing on his lips.
“Young fellow, with your current cultivation, forcibly using this move isn’t worth it.
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You inflict a thousand points of damage on your enemy and eight hundred on yourself,” he chided with a smile.
As soon as the words fell, the elder withdrew his hand.
Eight Divine Swords whined in unison before finally returning to their Sword Box.
The elder casually pointed toward Lan Shui Lake, and in an instant, the towering waves calmed back to stillness.
Then, the droplets of water that had just splashed onto the Ancient Martial Artists all strung back into Lan Shui Lake.
In a moment, countless crystal-clear droplets in mid-air all returned to the surface of the lake.
The ripples that had been stirring layer upon layer subsided back into calmness once more.
As placid as a mirror’s surface.
With just this one demonstration of his power, all the Ancient Martial Artists present felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Even among the old top powerhouses present, who could boast they could easily achieve this feat with a stroke of their hand?
All shook their heads.
“Thank you…
elder…” Shen Jianting managed to say these words with great difficulty before spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
“Bang!”
Shen Jianting, who had already been struggling to hold on, fell to his knees with a soft thud.
Trembling all over, he gasped for breath, veins bulging on his forehead.
Clearly, he was on the verge of collapse.
“Grandfather~”
Long Guxian reached out to stealthily tug the elder’s sleeve, her eyes brimming with pleading.
The elder was none other than Long Guhuang, Long Guxian’s grandfather.
Long Guxian had come to attend the banquet of heroes, and naturally, Long Guhuang was there to secretly protect her.
Under normal circumstances, he would not have intervened, for what would be the point of Long Guxian attending the banquet if he did?
However, just now, Long Guxian had been in a life-threatening situation, and naturally, he wouldn’t stand idly by and not intervene.
So under Long Guhuang’s protection, Long Guxian had practically received no harm from the Blade Storm.
Long Guhuang chuckled and patted Long Guxian’s hand, a flash of golden light bursting from his muddy eyes as he casually raised his right hand, which suddenly shone with brilliance.
Then, he lightly slapped in the direction of Shen Jianting who was floating mid-air.
Long Guxian cried out, “No!”
The many Ancient Martial Artists spectating by Lan Shui Lake also raised an outcry.
Could it be that the elder intended to avenge his granddaughter?
Was he planning to kill Shen Jianting to vent his anger?
Uh…
If that were truly the case, there was no one there who could stop him.
From his effortless display of power alone, he had instantly eliminated all the Ancient Martial Artists present without any exceptions.
Shen Jianting’s pupils contracted sharply, and his heart stopped for a moment.
He tried to summon the True Qi in his body to resist, only to find to his dismay that the True Qi within him was no longer under his control, rampaging wildly through his meridians.
His internal organs had already suffered severe damage at this point.
This was the consequence of forcibly executing the Blade Storm; the body paying the price for a victory that, even if won, would be a pyrrhic one.
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“Senior, please show mercy!”
A streak of flowing light rapidly appeared by the lake, rushing over as the voice called out anxiously.
This person was none other than the Third Elder of the Sword Heaven Sect, possessing Late-Stage Tongtian powers.
He had been with Shen Jianting all this time, supporting him to prevent any accidents from happening.
As soon as he saw that Shen Jianting couldn’t control the Blade Storm, he had revealed himself and hurried over, trying to intervene.
But his speed was not as fast as Elder Long’s.
Seeing the crisis averted, the Third Elder heaved a sigh of relief, but to his surprise, Elder Long actually made a move directly.
This action completely panicked the Third Elder, who rushed over in a frenzy, despite knowing well that he was no match for Elder Long.
Shen Jianting was not only the grandson of the Sect Master but more importantly, he was the most talented among his peers in this generation.
If he really had perished here, it would undoubtedly have been a severe blow to the strength of the Sword Heaven Sect.
However, how could the Third Elder’s speed possibly compare to Elder Long’s?
The golden palm wind firmly landed on Shen Jianting’s chest.
“Bang!”
Shen Jianting let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
His body, like a torn rag, was thrown several meters backwards.
“Jian Ting!” The Third Elder arrived just in time to catch Shen Jianting, who was thrown back several meters, his expression frantic and panicked.
Shen Jianting looked in bad shape, his mouth, chest, and clothes all soaked in blood.
His brow furrowed tightly, his body shivering with cold, he had already passed out.
Seeing this, the Third Elder’s eyes were about to split with rage, his hands clenched into fists, anger, and fear wrenching his heart with pain.
However, in an instant, the Third Elder noticed something unexpected.
Because he felt Shen Jianting’s breathing was very smooth.
Logically speaking, if Shen Jianting had really taken a palm strike from a Dongxu Realm powerhouse, on top of his earlier serious injuries.
He would definitely be either dead or on the verge of death, not breathing as calmly and comfortably as he was now.
Moreover, slowly, Shen Jianting’s pale face was actually regaining its healthy color.
The Third Elder immediately took Shen Jianting’s pulse, and his grim face instantly relaxed.
He promptly bowed respectfully, expressing his gratitude, “Thank you, Senior, for intervening to save him!”
The reason for the swift change in attitude.
It was because when the Third Elder was taking Shen Jianting’s pulse, he noticed that the wild True Qi inside Shen Jianting had calmed down.
Not at all like the state of being backfired upon just after unleashing the Blade Storm, this realization abruptly cleared the Third Elder from his anger.
Elder Long’s previous strike seemed ferocious, but in reality, it was just to relieve the wild True Qi in Shen Jianting’s body, and the blood he spurted out was merely the stasis blood being expelled.
As a result, Shen Jianting’s originally shattered organs were preserved.
And incidentally, some of the most severely injured areas were repaired.
Otherwise, how could Shen Jianting be sleeping so tranquilly now?
All this, the Third Elder realized in just a moment.
And so he sincerely thanked Elder Long.
“Haha, this young fellow has good potential, how could I bear to strike him hard,” Elder Long laughed as he shook his head, and then chuckled, “It has been a long time since the Sword Heaven Sect had such a promising seedling, Shen Yisen old man is quite fortunate.”
“Senior, you know our Sect Master?” the Third Elder asked respectfully, standing to the side.
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Elder Long’s eyes twinkled with mirth, as he seemed to recall something, and slowly said, “Hmm, we had a friendly relationship decades ago.”
Decades ago, Elder Long and Shen Yisen indeed had a decent friendship.
Back then, when Elder Long left the Dragon Guarding Clan to gain experience, it just so happened that Shen Yisen was the most outstanding prodigy of the Ancient Martial World.
The two naturally had their fair share of competition and exchanges, and from their fights came familiarity, as well as a mutual respect and admiration.