Free Web NovelChapter 1670: Chapter 90: Clash! The Might of First-grade!
Ninefold Mountain.
Located in the northwest of Shangjing County, the mountain range stretches across nine layers, hence the name Ninefold Mountain.
The main peak is the highest and exceptionally steep, easy to defend and hard to attack. It has always been plagued by bandits, who have entrenched themselves for years despite numerous campaigns against them.
Three figures suddenly appeared on the mountain path.
"Marquis, ahead is where the main peak of Ninefold Mountain is," Chen Canghai pointed towards a distant peak that pierced the sky like a sharp sword and said, "The convoy was ambushed ten miles ahead at the Tiger Jump Cliff canyon."
Jiang Ning lifted his eyes and looked up, noting the perilous mountain terrain.
Then, his divine thought spread out like mercury flowing over the ground, swiftly extending forward.
In an instant, all nine peaks fell under the coverage of his divine thought.
But at the main peak, he encountered an invisible barrier that blocked his divine thought from moving further.
"Let’s go! To the main peak!" Jiang Ning said.
With his words, his body moved again, darting off like a bolt of lightning.
Seeing this, Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming quickly followed.
A moment later.
In front of Tiger Jump Cliff.
Jiang Ning’s figure stopped as he stood at the entrance of the canyon, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
On the ground, there were still traces of a fight, ruts left by cart wheels, and a few tattered pieces of clothing.
It was evident that this was where the convoy transporting his cultivation resources had left its marks some days ago.
At this moment, Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming also arrived closely behind.
Compared to Jiang Ning’s calm demeanor, Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming were slightly out of breath, their expressions vigilant as they looked around.
Subsequently, Jiang Ning looked forward.
The sheer cliffs soared on both sides, leaving only a narrow passage down the middle—a winding path a hundred yards long, making it a perfect ambush spot.
"Marquis, shall we climb the mountain?" Chen Canghai asked from behind Jiang Ning.
"No need!" Jiang Ning shook his head.
Next moment.
He looked towards the position of the mountain peak.
His right foot slowly lifted, then abruptly stomped down.
Roar—
The ground shook, rocks rolled, as if an earth dragon was turning over.
Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming’s figures also swayed continuously.
Feeling the tremor beneath their feet, the two were taken aback.
With just one foot, there came such a tremendous response.
"Come—" Jiang Ning spoke.
As if a thunderbolt in a clear sky.
The voice reverberated in the mountains and forests.
Jolting the ancient trees in the mountains to rustle, scattering birds and beasts.
At the same time.
On the main peak of Ninefold Mountain.
Within Juyi Hall.
The middle-aged man who had been sitting with closed eyes on the White Tiger Chair suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside.
That loud shout, like a thunderous roar, echoed in the forest.
"Big brother!" A figure suddenly rushed in from outside: "There’s a formidable person at the foot of the mountain."
"I know!" The middle-aged man in black tight-fitting clothes rose slowly, his thin outfit unable to conceal his explosive muscles.
"At the foot of the mountain, it should be that Dongling Marquis!"
"Isn’t this Dongling Marquis incredibly strong?!" The man who entered widened his eyes like copper bells.
"If he wasn’t strong, why would those people from Cave Heaven Blessed Land be so attentive?" The muscular man in the black tight-fitting clothes said.
Then, he slowly walked down the steps.
"Go inform a few brothers, and also Xingyun and Xiao Feng, to see if this Dongling Marquis from afar is as formidable as I anticipated!"
"Yes, big brother!" The man who came in responded.
...
In front of Tiger Jump Cliff.
As the ground settled back to calmness and the loud shout faded into the sky, Tiger Jump Cliff returned to peace.
"Marquis, shall we wait here?" Chen Canghai asked.
"They’re coming!" Jiang Ning said calmly.
As he finished speaking.
Seven shadows leaped from the cliff top, descending with a whistling sound.
Roar—
The seven figures heavily landed on the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.
"Are you the Dongling Marquis?"
The leader of the seven stepped forward.
Jiang Ning’s gaze was immediately drawn to this person.
A tall and burly man, dressed in a tight black suit with muscles knotted like iron, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing a pair of eyes sharp as an eagle’s.
Just standing in front made Jiang Ning alert, raising his guard.
Although this robust man hadn’t yet made a move, Jiang Ning could sense his strength.
"Are you the master of Ninefold Mountain?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Correct!" The robust man nodded, confirming.
Jiang Ning remained composed, stepping forward: "You rob my supplies, injure my men. Today, if you lack skills, you will be buried here."
"Good! Straightforward! Decisive!!" The master of Ninefold Mountain responded.
Then, he spread his hand as large as a tea tray and slowly clenched it.
Snap, crackle—
The sound of bones popping, like a sudden thunderclap.
"Let’s settle this with our skills!" said the master of Ninefold Mountain.
As he finished, his eyes shone brightly, the ground beneath his feet abruptly split apart, and he shot out like a cannonball, his fist directly aimed at Jiang Ning’s face.
Even before the punch arrived, the Gang Qi surged like a furious tide, lifting all the loose stones and dust around.
This punch had no frills but was frighteningly fast and overwhelmingly powerful, as if a mountain was collapsing downwards.
Jiang Ning’s expression did not change, neither dodging nor evading, his right palm lifted, fingers open, seemingly light as it greeted the attack.
At the instant the fist and palm met.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion cracked open with visible shockwaves in a ring shape, making rocks crumble from the cliffside.
Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming were forced back more than a dozen steps by the aftermath, their faces aghast.
In the field, Jiang Ning’s figure slightly wavered, stepping back a pace, the ground beneath cracking, spreading like a spider web over several feet.
Meanwhile, the master of Ninefold Mountain spun back leveraging the force, landing while taking three steps back, each step leaving a footprint half an inch deep on the solid rock.
With each of those three steps by the master of Ninefold Mountain, the entire mountain peak shook violently three times.
