Free Web NovelChapter 1688: Chapter 1301: If You Want to Fight Him, You Must Ask Me First!
Boom!!――
The air erupted with a terrifying sonic boom as the Demon Dragon made a high-speed dive from the sky. Shockwaves rippled outward, and a circle of umbrella-like sonic barriers emerged from the Demon Dragon’s massive form, trailing behind it, lingering for a long time.
The next moment!
Bang!――
The peak of Snow God Mountain suddenly trembled violently. The mountain rocks shook and dust filled the air, mingling with countless snowflakes rising skyward.
The enormous ice plaza, paved with thick ice layers, shattered instantly at the moment the Demon Dragon’s powerful four limbs hit the ground. Countless shards of ice splintered like arrows, piercing the sharp currents, shooting in all directions.
The residual force from the impact blew dozens of Heavenly Gate experts across the plaza like straw, with only a few managing to steady themselves with movement techniques and land safely. Most were scattered, some falling off the mountain, others crashing into the ice walls, spitting green waves, collapsing helplessly.
On the stairway, as well as along the ice lake’s shore at Snow God Mountain’s base, many Martial World people and players swayed about in the intense ground shaking. Their shocked eyes were all drawn toward the dragon silhouette, now blurred against the wild wind and snow dust, their ears numbed by the deafening noise, staring in wide-eyed shock and trembling.
Is this the power of the Demon Dragon, mount of the Black Wind Village Chief?
With just this Demon Dragon, it might be enough to sweep across half of the Martial World.
Can Heavenly Gate really withstand the Black Wind Village Chief’s aggressive assault this time?
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Crack, crack, crack――
Dozens of dark cracks rapidly spread from beneath the Demon Dragon’s form towards the Heavenly Gate Ice Palace in the distance.
However, the next moment, a strange scene occurred...
The extending dark cracks halted suddenly ten zhang from the palace doors of the Heavenly Gate Ice Palace.
Not only that, the cracks began to reverse, rapidly closing in and repairing themselves.
The already cold temperature around swiftly plummeted further.
Layers of frigid frost gathered from behind the Ice Sect, between the gaps of the cracks outside the gate, causing the cracks to rapidly repair themselves, transforming with the winds into a fierce Cold Force, rushing violently toward the Demon Dragon and those on its back.
"Crack, crack!"
Where the icy wave passed, the trunks and branches of distant trees already bent by heavy snow seemed unable to bear this chilling cold, unable to withstand the burden of the snow, breaking one after another.
The frightened Demon Dragon opened its mouth, about to spew a blast of Poison Flames.
At this precise moment, a long howl suddenly tore through the fluttering snowflakes, ripping the smoke and icy debris. A robust and fierce figure emerged from the snowy haze, landing before the Demon Dragon, arms spread wide, as he let out a shout and unleashed a wave of Dragon-shaped Energy.
’Boom!’ The Qi Force erupted wildly, the fiercely charging Dragon-shaped Energy scattering the oncoming cold airstreams as if a gentle breeze sweeping away leftover snow, the warmth of spring returning.
Dragon God Skill!
The eyes of Undying Yin Zhong were like torches, his eyebrows seemingly catching fire with a faint reddish hue. His immense stature was like steel beams embedded in the ground as he abruptly turned to look at Jiang Dali and others standing proudly on the dragon’s back. With a sinister yet broad smile, he said loudly.
"Brother Jiang, I’m not late!"
"This old Taoist is also right on time!"
A deep elder’s voice leisurely came from the stairway, the sound traveling from far to near. Almost within a moment, an elder with a wide-sleeved, shabby Taoist robe and a tall crane-white appearance arrived.
Everyone saw a blur, and even though the Taoist robe nearly obscured it, the sturdy and tall figure of the elder revealed itself before them.
Only Jiang Dali and others, with their extremely keen eyesight, could see that this elder ascended the mountain like walking on air, leaping tens of zhang in each step, every move—from stepping, ascending, to the coordination of waist and legs—was completely natural. The grace of his movement technique was like an immortal ascending, beyond description, bringing Wudang Tiyunzong’s famed Qinggong to a miraculous level.
Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed like lightning, brilliant as gems, and with a smile, he said, "None of you are late."
The ones who are late are the others.
The group of Qin State soldiers Qin Shi Huang mentioned should have arrived at the Heavenly Gate first, yet why hasn’t he seen any sign of them now? He hasn’t heard of any battles in the Heavenly Gate recently, either.
A vague sense of unease and foreboding suddenly welled up in Jiang Dali’s heart. Could it be that Shakyamuni really initiated some sinister scheme during these few days, rather than the arrogance he initially suspected?
But the arrow has already been shot, there’s no turning back now. Jiang Dali has always been one to build momentum in one go, with no chance of retreating without a fight!
At this moment, down the mountain path, numerous Heavenly Gate players saw mysterious experts appearing one after another and began to discuss among themselves.
"Goodness! No wonder the Black Wind Village Chief dares to break in again. Even before the fight starts, he’s already recruiting. Last time Master Zhang and that strong man seemed to have come too."
"Really? I’m new here, inexperienced... Who was that burly man with flaming eyebrows just now? He looked a bit like the Thief Dominator Chi Zunxin of yesteryears."
"Thief Dominator Chi Zunxin had a face full of coarse whiskers like steel brushes. This burly man’s beard seems much gentler, and he’s obviously much stronger than the Thief Dominator."
"In the Mixed Martial Arts World, there are countless who look similar. For instance, that young Bu Jingyun in Black Wind Village looks like Ximen Chuixue, and that Demon Master Pang Ban, who died earlier, looked quite like Shadow Swordsman Yang Xuyan. Didn’t you notice, Little Fish looks quite like a young Master Zhang, back when he was still called Zhang Junbao..."
"By your logic, I’d say Zhang Cui Shan looks like the Iron Gall Divine Constable, and Zhang Wuji resembles Mingjian Villa’s Yi Tianxing..."
"Isn’t the focus supposed to be on Ping Shengaoqi and those on the dragon’s back? Could it be that this time, the Black Wind Village Chief brought Ping Shengaoqi and others to participate in this level of battle? Are our players finally going to stand up? Is someone finally participating in battles of this level?"
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The players engaged in intense discussions.
Outside the Ice Palace in the Zi Zai Territory of the Heavenly Gate, Jiang Dali and others leaped down from the dragon’s back one after another.
Martial Arts Legend Wu Ming, Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, Earthly Immortal Zhang Sanfeng, Demon Lord Bai Suzhen, Undying Yin Zhong, and other top experts among the players lined up on the smooth, crystal-clear ice surface of the plaza, looking into the distance at the grand and tightly closed Ice Gate.
The atmosphere was filled with killing intent, like a severe frost, and clouds of war loomed overhead.
The red sun finally rose slowly in the eastern sky, as if the thick fog covering the sky had been scattered by the sunlight boiling like molten steel.
The beams of the newly risen sunlight danced like firebirds, densely and obliquely spreading across the land, illuminating everyone’s faces and causing every icicle and snow pile to sparkle under the reflection.
Jiang Dali crossed his arms over his chest, walking out with slow steps. His cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and he suddenly stood tall in front of everyone. His face, full of rugged masculine charm, had thick eyebrows slightly raised, a high nose that symbolized endless confidence and ambition, and his thin, cold lips curled at the corners. He spoke aloud, "Shakyamuni! You’ve been lurking in the shadows of the Martial World, stirring up trouble for a thousand years. How long will you keep hiding now!?"
His voice seemed to possess a terrifying magic power, spreading throughout the entire Snow God Mountain even without shouting, making sure that everyone in the Martial World heard him and had to listen.
Boom!!——
The great door of the Ice Palace suddenly began to move aside, slowly opening with vibrations.
Inside came Shakyamuni’s familiar loud and arrogant voice, his tone leisurely and slow, "Black Wind Village Chief... Jiang Dali, in this Martial World, there is no one that can make this god hide. As impressive as you newcomers are, you’re not included. This god will bury all you bold challengers today in the Ice Lake!"
Rumble——
The Ice Gate completely opened.
The cold air poured out like rolling smoke.
Sunlight shone inside.
Dozens of figures strode out slowly from the rolling cold air within the Ice Gate, their footsteps echoing clearly in the open great hall and the mountains.
Each figure cast long shadows on the ground in the sunlight...
A surge of momentum rose from these dozens of people, forming a confrontation with the momentum of Jiang Dali and others twenty zhang away.
The experts on both sides immediately seemed to form surging Qi Force, clashing back and forth.
The slightly weaker Ning Su and players like Ghost Fire on the opposite side all felt extremely uncomfortable under the pressure of such powerful momentum from both sides, as if their skin was pierced by thousands of sharp needles.
Just at this tense moment of standoff, like rocks ready to crack.
Suddenly, Jiang Dali felt his Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber humming and trembling, the sinister green hilt releasing an eerie glow, as if excited to encounter some equally formidable evil blade.
Among the dozens of figures walking out against the light, a tall figure suddenly leaped and charged directly at Jiang Dali with extreme arrogance and evil energy, letting out a roar as if shaking the entire scene.
"Black Wind Village Chief! You want to fight Shakyamuni! First, get past me, the First Evil Emperor!"
In a flash like thunder and lightning, the Sword Light suddenly flashed!
The First Evil Emperor’s eyebrows stood inverted as he charged forward, his face turning bizarrely into black and white in the lightning, his whole body exuding formidable evil energy, revealing his demonic form. The terrifying Saber Qi suddenly transformed into pitch black, sweeping across the sky like a tidal wave, instantaneously splitting, as if hell emerged on earth, the Demon Blade instantly trapping Jiang Dali within.
"First Evil Emperor!"
Jiang Dali stood with arms crossed like a sculpture of steel and iron, unmoving, watching as the terrifying Demon Blade, resembling a harsh winter, fell from the sky.
Even facing this self-proclaimed strongest of everything, he showed disdain to make a move.
He indeed did not need to act.
At the moment the Demon Blade streaked across the sky.
Demon Lord Bai Suzhen’s long black hair moved without wind, she slowly raised her delicate face, her eyes emitting a chillingly cold gaze that sent shivers down the spine. Her figure shifted ghost-like to stand in front of Jiang Dali, her graceful form suddenly covered in a layer of black mist, erupting with an overwhelming demonic energy that made heroes bow and commanded the heavens and earth.
An extraordinarily heavy and frightening pressure instantly accompanied her delicate hand as she struck, exploding!
Death Crossing——Hand of Death God!
Her originally fair jade-like hand abruptly transformed into a ghastly gray skin tone, her nails like clanging swords, eerie and terrifying, reaching for the descending Demon Blade.
In the mid-air as if dozens of chilling sharp lights sliced through, too hard to see clearly.
"If you want to fight him, you must first ask me!"...
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