Free Web NovelChapter 156: Chapter 155: Falling Feathers
At the entrance to the ballroom, a party of seven council members led by Wei Zonglong strode inside, a formidable procession.
All the guests in the hall stopped their conversations and looked toward the entrance, every one of them sensing a strange shift in the atmosphere.
"What’s going on? Why did Mr. Wei arrive with so many council members? Something doesn’t seem right."
"Indeed. From the looks of it, tonight’s council meeting isn’t going to be so simple."
"As the Chamber’s vice-president, Mr. Wei would never just hand over the presidency so easily..."
"..."
The crowd keenly sensed that something was wrong. With the council meeting about to begin, the meaning behind Wei Zonglong’s arrival with so many council members was self-evident.
"Wait! Look who’s behind Wei Zonglong!"
someone whispered, drawing everyone’s attention.
Sure enough, as everyone looked closer, they saw a particularly conspicuous figure among Wei Zonglong’s entourage.
He was tall and dressed in the robes of a Neon Nation Warrior, standing out like a crane among chickens.
A Neon Person?!
The moment they saw this figure, countless thoughts raced through their minds. Tonight was likely about more than just a simple power struggle within the Zhen Nan Chamber of Commerce.
With war about to erupt in the Northern Territory and the various concessions in turmoil, the Neon Nation’s influence, in particular, had been growing more active. Had they already extended their reach into the Zhen Nan Chamber of Commerce?
Upon entering the ballroom, Wei Zonglong walked straight toward President Luo Shizun.
"Let’s go. We’ll head over too."
Yan Shuntao said in a low voice, leading Zhao Xuanqi and the others to stand behind Luo Shizun.
In an instant, the two factions seemed to draw a clear line in the sand.
"Mr. Luo, I’m not too late, am I?"
Wei Zonglong led his group to stand before Luo Shizun, smiling as he spoke to the old man.
"Vice-President Wei, you’ve arrived right on time. However, this is an internal meeting of the Zhen Nan Chamber of Commerce. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to bring an outsider?"
The kind expression on Luo Shizun’s face vanished. His cloudy eyes turned sharp, revealing an air of authority that came from years in a high position.
"An outsider? You’re mistaken, Mr. Luo. Mr. Hua Jing is my honored guest. The future development of the Zhen Nan Chamber of Commerce will depend heavily on his support."
Wei Zonglong said with a smile.
"Wei Zonglong!!"
In the next moment, Luo Shizun suddenly barked, his expression fierce. "You’d better know what you’re doing! And you lot—Zhong Guangzhi, Yu Huai Zhi, Jiang Yun... Do you have any idea what you’re involved in?! I’ll give you one chance. I don’t care who this person is, have him leave, and we can discuss this later!"
Under Luo Shizun’s fierce gaze and reprimand, the council members behind Wei Zonglong all lowered their heads, not daring to meet the old man’s eyes, but none of them made a move.
They knew all too well that things had progressed too far to back out now.
"Mr. Luo, times have changed. This isn’t your era anymore. People need to learn to adapt, and the Zhen Nan Chamber of Commerce is no exception. Look at what’s become of it in the hands of you old fossils these past few years. From now on, with me in charge, I guarantee the Chamber’s business will grow by at least fifty percent. I’ll state it here for all of you to witness. Mr. Luo, you’re old. It’s time for you to retire peacefully."
Wei Zonglong said with a sneer.
"Whether I retire or not isn’t for you, Wei Zonglong, to decide. Mr. Guo, I’ll have to trouble you to escort this Neon Person out of the hall."
Luo Shizun said in a low, heavy voice.
Hearing Luo Shizun’s words, Guo Tianyou, who had been standing behind him with his eyes downcast, took a step forward. His gaze snapped up, and the Spirit he constantly kept guarded within his Mud Ball Palace was suddenly unleashed. From the Celestial Eye Sword Mark on his brow, it was as if countless Flying Swords shot forth. Under his gaze, the council members felt as if they had been struck by lightning, trembling all over as an inexplicable fear flooded their hearts. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
The sensation was just like being stabbed in the face with a sword.
SHUFFLE SHUFFLE SHUFFLE!!
Under the assault of Guo Tianyou’s Flying Sword, several council members, including Wei Zonglong, staggered back several steps. Only Hua Jingcheng remained standing in place, making him stand out immediately.
"Sir, you are not welcome here. Please leave."
Seeing Hua Jingcheng still standing his ground, Guo Tianyou’s eyes narrowed. He knew this man was likely an expert, and his expression grew solemn.
"Celestial Eye Swordsmanship, with Intent like a Flying Sword... is nothing more than this."
Hua Jingcheng stated calmly.
Guo Tianyou’s eyes narrowed further, and a surge of anger began to brew within him.
BOOM!!
In an instant, a Qi Surge enveloped his entire body. The sunken Celestial Eye Sword Mark on his brow suddenly bulged, making it look as if he had just opened a celestial third eye.
The surging of his Qi and Blood stimulated his brain, instantly pushing his spiritual state and physical control to their absolute peak.
The Qi and Blood in his heart meridian blazed like fire. His liver-qi stirred into a towering rage, and with his lungs governing his breath, his Qi swelled with the strength of an ox.
When Guan Gong opens his eyes, someone is bound to be hurt!
A mortal’s Celestial Eye cannot be opened on a whim!
This was a combat Secret Technique of the Mystic Sect’s Celestial Eye Swordsmanship.
Divine Monarch’s Furious Gaze!!
SWOOSH!!
Guo Tianyou took a single step, explosive as a snapping bowstring, and formed a sword with his fingers.
Foot! Body! Hand!
The three points formed a single line as his body transformed into a Flying Sword.
But the most formidable part was that, stimulated by the Qi and Blood Secret Technique of the Mud Ball Palace, his Spirit erupted in an instant, striking out like a Flying Sword to hit his opponent a moment before his physical body arrived.
A tangible sword, and an intangible Flying Sword!
First, use the intangible Flying Sword to shock the opponent’s Spirit, then use the tangible sword to harm their body.
However, Hua Jingcheng remained rooted to the spot, completely unshaken.
Within the clash of auras, Guo Tianyou’s projected Flying Sword sensed something. At that moment, he felt his opponent’s Spirit seem to explode, becoming as light and ethereal as nothingness, transforming into a sky full of scattering black feathers that slowly drifted down.
The Flying Sword seemed to instantly lose its target, piercing through feather after feather, but this had no substantial effect on Hua Jingcheng.
Intent like black feathers: ethereal and traceless. When scattered, it is formless, immune to external assault.
This was the Feather Thought Style’s Shayu Sword Heart, designed specifically to counter Spiritual Swordsmanship.
The instant Guo Tianyou’s Flying Sword missed its mark, Hua Jingcheng moved.
The sky full of feathers converged, seemingly forming a longsword that radiated a terrifying killing intent.
It was graceful, yet filled with a lethal sharpness.
Just as Guo Tianyou’s Flying Sword failed, it struck back at his own mind.
Just like true Swordsmanship, a single strike was all it took to be fatal!
Guo Tianyou’s Flying Sword was instantly shattered. As his mind reeled from the shock, he saw Hua Jingcheng’s figure suddenly appear before him as if using Shrinking Inches.
His opponent’s movements were blindingly fast. As his arms swung, they left a flurry of afterimages under the lights, like a sky full of falling black feathers.
At the same time, his sharp eyes and Spirit clearly perceived a transparent, film-like substance swirling around his opponent’s palms—it seemed to be a Qi Blade, as thin as a cicada’s wing.
’Gang Qi Blade? A Hand-like Celestial Blade?!’
’This person has actually reached such a level?!’
In that instant, Guo Tianyou could only barely manage to bring his hands back to protect his vitals.
SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH!!
Countless falling feathers descended. A terrifying impact and cutting force erupted on multiple parts of his body in an instant. Blood splattered as his flesh was torn open, and the force of the slashes sent him flying backward, about to crash into Luo Shizun.
Feather Thought Style, Three Thousand Feather Falls!
THUMP!!
Just then, a figure flashed out, appearing in front of Luo Shizun and placing a hand on the back of the flying Guo Tianyou.
