Within these Three Teachings and Nine Schools of thought, only the Confucian Su Wang wins people over with propriety.
As the wind howled and clouds billowed, Li Guanyi doubted that even ten thousand armored soldiers could partake in this battlefield. It required an elite force of tens of thousands, commanded by generals of grandmaster level, to even qualify to step into this battle.
The four Palace Masters were at a standoff with the Martial Arts Legend.
Suddenly, Li Guanyi became aware.
He exerted all his strength and, relying on the cultivation of the Longevity Guest and the peak power of the Qilin from the Sixth Layer Heaven, could only hold back Chen Chengbi, the grandmaster from Chen Country’s Northern Domain. It took both Ximen Hengrong and Kou Yulie working together to match Chen Chengbi, the old master among the world’s top ten grandmasters.
Yet the Academy’s Palace Master, I fear, might even surpass Old Master Chen Chengbi.
And an unwounded Martial Arts Legend would require four Palace Master level supreme fighters to even fight to a standstill.
Thus, the supreme martial artists of the world became clear before Li Guanyi’s eyes.
He developed a strong longing for his own power.
At the same time, he instinctively wondered, how many elite troops would he need to command to participate in such a high-level confrontation? Would it be fifty thousand, or a hundred thousand?!
As for the Martial Arts Legend himself, the Grandmaster of Ying Country, leading several thousand soldiers, it would take the combined efforts of the Taiping Duke, Regent King, Xiao Wuliang, and Yue Pengwu at their prime to match him. With this Divine General’s hundred thousand armored soldiers enhancing his prowess, how magnificent would his moves be?
Li Guanyi felt both fear and longing at the same time.
Fear for a man who is the peak of both martial artists and Divine Generals, and longing for the destiny of one day battling this Divine General with pleasure.
And a touch of incredulity.
What was Chen Dingye thinking when he faced such pressure and decided to move against his father, the Taiping Duke, and General Yue?
Is there something wrong with this person’s mind?
No matter how Li Guanyi thought about it, he couldn’t understand why anyone would be so shortsighted.
Could it be that even if the nation is in peril, one must prioritize securing one’s own throne above all else?
This battle has completely transcended the understanding of ordinary people in the Martial World.
Everyone knows that they don’t even qualify to watch from up close.
The surrounding strong winds are enough to tear apart flesh and blood.
Yet the old white-haired Magician’s eyes suddenly lit up; he slowly lifted a sword that was covered with layers of golden Imprints. The sole weakness of Ji Chengfeng, deduced from the Great Formation’s four thousand three hundred and twenty predictions, had been discovered.
The Magician silently stood up and began to make his way towards the battlefield.
Li Guanyi, who had been watching until his eyes grew dizzy, saw this and his expression subtly changed; he hesitated for a moment before riding the Qilin over and said, "Elder."
The silver-haired girl tried to move forward but was stopped by the Whale Hunter.
The Whale Hunter’s eyes showed admiration, "Don’t go."
"A man must do what a man must do; only those who keep their promises are true heroes."
The Magician looked at Li Guanyi and said, "You..."
Li Guanyi said, "When I invited the elder here, I said there would be an opportunity to kill Ji Chengfeng. At the very least, I promised to help you sever his Undying Body. Now is the time for me to keep my promise."
He urged the Qilin forward and whispered:
"I know a bit about the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Formation."
"Li Guanyi shall carve a path for you to enter the formation."
Li Guanyi had the old Magician also mount the Qilin, and then the Qilin, treading on fire, charged toward the chaotic fight. The aftermath was scattered everywhere, and during his battle with Marquis Hou Zhongyu, Li Guanyi had learned Hou’s understanding of the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Formation, which he had managed to control.
Little did he expect that such an insight would come into effect at this moment.
Hou Zhongyu, who sought immortality, killed his teacher.
The old Magician, giving up immortality for the sake of avenging his disciple.
The Magician, once exiled by the turmoil of witchcraft, was about to execute the emperor’s last bloodline from that year.
It was as though fate was completing a destined cycle at this moment; with Li Guanyi and the power of the Qilin, they charged into the Great Formation of the four Palace Masters. Even under these circumstances, he saw Ji Chengfeng maintaining his composure.
His face showed no fear, indifferent as cold ice.
The four Palace Masters, with all their Absolute Skills on display, managed to come to a standoff with Ji Chengfeng in the formation. Ji Chengfeng’s martial arts had reached the realm of a Great Grandmaster, and only the likes of Sword Madman, unprecedented and unchallenged, could hope to expose his flaws.
"Without flaws, there’s no way to get through..."
Li Guanyi’s Martial Arts realm told him that at this moment, Ji Chengfeng’s body and Qi Mechanism were harmoniously unified with the Primordial, an embodiment of the endless cycle of Yin Yang, seemingly undefended. However, both he and the old Magician would be killed if they got close.
Just then, Ji Chengfeng’s body suddenly stiffened.
Far off in the remote areas outside the border of the Northern Domain.
This place, at the border between Turkic and Ying Country, was known as the Five Great Lotus Pond Volcanoes. It had stood for hundreds of thousands of years, offering grand and breathtaking scenery and once erupted during the era of General Xue and Chen Baxian.
That eruption lasted for two years.
It was an absolute no-man’s-land, a place of certain death.
Yet, atop these Five Great Lotus Pond Volcanoes, an old man with disheveled white hair had climbed up, his face bruised and swollen, holding onto an arm while laughing coldly, "Hmph, hmph, hahaha, you beat me? Beat me?!"
"Old man, I’m going to show you."
"Throwing you into this volcano pond that’s been here for eight hundred thousand years, let’s see if you can maintain your flawless state!" The severed arm seemed to sense something, began transforming instinctively, and within three breaths, a full arm, shoulder, and half a torso had formed.
Old Si Ming pressed his hand against Ji Chengfeng’s body:
"Ash to ash, dust to dust."
"The bustling world is but a big dream. Why not return it all"
Old Si Ming lowered his gaze, his expression solemn and compassionate.
He then flung the object away.
Lifting his right leg, he strongly kicked it!
His face twisted with a ferocious look.
The old man’s right eye was swollen as he raised his middle finger.
Spitting towards that direction, he cursed loudly: