Free Web NovelChapter 2676: Chapter 2679: Masters from All Sides
Canglan City.
As the absolute center of the Canglan Continent, Canglan City was incomparably prosperous.
The entire city covered nearly a hundred li in radius, and the whole city was shrouded within a grand formation.
A Spirit Gathering Array, gathering nature’s spiritual energy.
Within Canglan City, the Spiritual Energy was incomparably dense; this Spirit Gathering Array here had reached the level of a fifth-grade Spirit Gathering Array, making the Spiritual Energy a hundred times denser than outside. From time to time, one could see mist-like vapors formed from gathered Spiritual Energy drifting in the air.
In recent days, Canglan City had become the focus of the entire Canglan Continent. For no other reason than that the Final Grand Competition was about to begin!
At this moment, experts and geniuses from all sides had converged in Canglan City. Canglan City had set down a rule: during the grand competition, idlers were not allowed to enter the city. For each faction, aside from those participating in the Final Grand Competition, only two people were allowed to spectate and two people to serve as protectors.
There was no other choice. If they did not impose such restrictions, Canglan City simply could not accommodate so many people.
East city gate of Canglan City.
Two long lines were formed on either side of the city gate, while the main gate in the center was left empty.
Whoosh!
Several figures flashed, and five figures appeared at the main gate in the center.
"Which faction, report your name!"
A figure seemed to appear from within the void, clad in white robes, with a scholarly face and an extremely calm expression. He held a brush and a register in his hands, quietly looking at those five figures. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"War King’s Palace of the Western Region, God of War Xiang Tianwen, accompanied by his son Xiang Zhiyuan, wife Lin Ruyan, grandson Xiang Wuhui, and disciple Sun Shangping, here to participate in the Final Grand Competition."
The five figures slowly revealed their lineup, the man in the center speaking softly.
"Damn, the God of War?!"
"So that’s the God of War? The ruler of the Western Region?!"
"He doesn’t look as overbearing as the legends say!"
The people queuing on both sides all carefully sized up the five of the God of War, with a trace of reverence and fervor in their eyes.
Among the five, the one in the center was nearly two meters tall, with a burly frame, wearing a fur robe. His face was resolute, and from time to time a trace of slaughterous aura flashed in his eyes.
This killing aura was not something he could not hide, but something he disdained to hide.
The God of War was a king forged through battle, an ultimate expert from ancient times.
On Xiang Tianwen’s left was his wife, Lin Ruyan, wearing an elegant long dress, a faint smile on her face, yet her bearing was that of a woman who would not yield to men.
The God of War’s wife was also a general who had fought a hundred battles!
On his right was the God of War’s son, with a calm expression, hands clasped behind his back, eyes incomparably indifferent, a faintly ferocious aura hidden and yet to erupt.
Behind the three stood two young men with arrogant expressions, their bodies exuding a blood-soaked aura; it was clear they had just experienced slaughter, the killing intent in their eyes not yet fully withdrawn.
The scholarly man wrote a few strokes in the register, then cupped his hands and bowed slightly. "I greet the God of War and the God of War’s consort. May I ask which scoundrels dared to block the God of War’s path?"
"Jian Cang Marquis, you’re still as cautious as ever. I didn’t fight with the Slaughter King. We just met a few people controlled by the Nether Kui Snake on the way and let the two youngsters get some practice."
Xiang Tianwen spoke with a smile.
"Jian Cang Marquis? Holy shit! What’s going on?"
"Why is he personally guarding the gate?"
"The God of War has come in person and Jian Cang Marquis is guarding the gate. Wh-what on earth is happening?"
"Shh, keep it down, don’t make wild guesses!"
Just now everyone hadn’t yet reacted. Only now, upon hearing the name Jian Cang Marquis, did they come to their senses. These two were figures standing at the very peak of the continent. One had descended, the other was guarding the gate—there was a profound meaning here that truly invited speculation!
"If it really came to a fight, you’re still not enough."
A cold voice rang out, and another five figures appeared at the main gate.
"State your names and faction!"
Jian Cang Marquis glanced at the five and spoke softly.
"You, Jian Cang Marquis, don’t recognize us?"
The newcomer spoke with dissatisfaction as the five figures slowly became clear, the man in the center glaring at Jian Cang Marquis.
The five were all clad in blood-red clothes. The central figure was thin, his features as sharply cut as if by a blade. He looked to be a bit over thirty and was glaring at Jian Cang Marquis.
"Slaughter King Pavilion of the Northern Region, Slaughter King Ping Cangsheng, accompanied by sworn brother Zhao Heishan, son Ping Wanjing, granddaughter Ping Yuehuan, disciples Chang Qingzhu and Mo Naihe, here to participate in the Final Grand Competition."
Dissatisfied as he was, rules were rules. All experts at Saint Monarch level and above, and those accompanying them, needed to be registered.
"The Slaughter King! The Slaughter King is here too!"
"Damn, why do I feel something’s off!"
"Are all the big shots gathering?"
"The grand competition hasn’t been held for a hundred years. Now that it’s convened, all the big shots are here. Are they planning to fully commit to the Extraterritorial Battlefield this time?"
The faces of the people on both sides all changed. With reverence and curiosity, they secretly sized up the five of the Slaughter King.
"Zhao Heishan? Are you Zhao Zun of Changling Academy? Why are you..."
Only after registering did Jian Cang Marquis feel that something was off. He looked at Zhao Heishan—Zhao Buzu—with confusion.
"One of my students doesn’t like Changling Academy. If I came under Changling Academy’s banner to back him up, it might displease him, so I could only ask my elder brother for help."
Zhao Buzu chuckled as he spoke.
Jian Cang Marquis, the God of War, and the others were all shaken in their hearts.
A student? Afraid of displeasing him? So he came along with the Slaughter King and the others? What kind of student was this? Even a Great Emperor wouldn’t have such face as to make this one yield so much, right?
"Heh heh, my student is truly formidable. Thirty years old, a seventh-grade Alchemy Dao Grandmaster, and he’s refined a seventh-grade Elixir that contains spirituality. He took first place in the Alchemy Dao Grand Competition, and he’s also a Qing Ying Formation Dao Grandmaster, having just taken first place in the Formation Dao Grand Competition. As for his own cultivation, he’s only at Divine Infant Realm Peak, yet on the Abandoned Plains he alone slew a Semi Saint Cultivator whose realm was suppressed. Which of you can do that?"
Zhao Buzu looked at the God of War and the others with a face full of pride.
"What?"
"This..."
"Such terrifying talent!"
The God of War and the others were all dumbstruck. This was something none of them had actually done, but they were only a bit surprised. After all, the Divine Infant Realm was still far from them.
"Divine Infant Realm Peak at thirty? He’s spread himself too thin."
The God of War’s consort spoke softly.
"What do you know? Young Jiang only started cultivating at twenty-three, and it’s been seven years till now. To help Changlin Academy take first place in more realms in the entrance examination, he suppressed his cultivation for two years. After entering the academy, he instantly broke through to Late Divine Infant Realm, and in three days broke through to Divine Infant Realm Peak. To participate in the Extraterritorial War, he suppressed it for another year."
Zhao Buzu rolled his eyes at the God of War’s consort. "I’m telling you, if Young Jiang hadn’t suppressed his realm, the Mid-stage of Virtual Refinement Realm, or even the late stage, would all be possible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Buzu turned his head to look behind him. "Isn’t that right, Old Zhu?"
Upon hearing this, the God of War and the others all trembled in their hearts. If this were so, the youngster’s talent was truly astonishing.
When Zhao Buzu turned his head, everyone else also turned together to look.
Old Zhu? How did that old guy end up here?
Jian Cang Marquis’ eyes flashed with surprise as he raised his head to look at the distant sky, where a few black dots were rapidly enlarging.
"That brat is your student? His aura is indeed extraordinary."
The Slaughter King looked at the distant sky and spoke softly.
Zhao Buzu nodded with an extremely proud look on his face.
