After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 238 The Headmaster of Fallen God Peak

"How old is that Eighth Prince?" Sikong Xuan asked casually.

The centurion who brought the news thought for a moment, then hesitated and said:

"About... twenty."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Xuan, whose hair was completely white, couldn't help but frown.

At that moment, a golden flame rose again from the direction of Hundred Refinement City, illuminating the distant horizon.

Sikong Xuan looked up, a hint of surprise and doubt appearing in his cloudy eyes, and said:
"According to Qiwen, the Eighth Prince defeated Zheng Yunfeng, the peak master of Hundred Refinements Peak, in one move. Only a short while has passed. Which important figure from Fallen God Peak has he defeated now?"

However, how could the centurion in front of him answer his question? He could only stare blankly at the dazzling golden light in the sky.

To be honest, although the story of the fake prince had already spread throughout the states, it had only been a short time since the identity of this eighth prince was recognized. People who were out of touch with the news didn't even know that such a thing had happened.

He had only learned about this from casual conversations with his colleagues, yet this prince was someone with no presence and no foundation.

He went to Hundred Refinement City alone and even took down a peak-level expert who gave the commander a headache in one move.

He felt as if it were all unreal, as if he were dreaming.

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating because I feel so much pressure from the near-death experience of annihilating Luoshen Peak? Am I hallucinating that a master is saving the Tianjin Guards in my dreams?"

Thinking this to himself, the young centurion immediately twisted his arm.

At this moment, former Commander Sikong Xuan glanced at the other party, then shook his head and sighed:

"It's faded. As expected, the bond has faded. He had such a trump card, yet he kept it from me. The relationship between that brat Fu Qiwen and his godfather has ultimately become distant."

Upon hearing this, the centurion, who had felt a distinct pain followed by a look of surprise, snapped out of his daze. He quickly bowed, intending to say something nice for the commander to prevent any discord between the two men.

However, the next moment, before he could speak, Sikong Xuan suddenly changed his tone and ordered in a deep voice:
"Pass down my order: launch an attack on Yulan City ahead of schedule. This is a rare opportunity, so we must seize Yulan Peak quickly."

The centurion was slightly taken aback. His gaze fell on the other man's solemn, aged face. He immediately became serious, but said nothing more and hurriedly went to relay the order.

At this moment, Sikong Xuan's eyes were dark and unfathomable. He then looked up in the direction of the main peak of Luoshen Peak, and after a moment of silence, he murmured:

"That kid Qiwen has given me a pleasant surprise. I originally thought I would never see the day when your sect is destroyed, but this time there may really be a chance to make my wish come true."

……

In addition, the other two routes of the Tianjin Guard attacking Luoshen Peak also received messages from Fu Qiwen.

The two leading generals were both hidden masters of the Dali Dynasty. One of them was once known in the martial arts world as "Xuan Shuang Dao Ba" (玄霜刀霸). Thirty years ago, he was one of the three top masters of the Dali Tian Jin Wei (天锦卫). After that, he disappeared and stayed in the capital to cultivate in seclusion.

Another person who was once equally famous in the martial arts world of Dali was Marquis Longshan, known in the martial arts world as "Iron-Armed Azure Dragon".

Marquis Longshan once joined the Tianjin Guard to earn merits in order to retain the title inherited from his father. He had received a favor from Fu Qiwen, and his trip to wipe out Luoshen Peak was also to repay that favor.

Among the fourth peak team attacking Luoshen Peak, there were even other sects recruited by Fu Qiwen to help deal with Luoshen Peak.

These sects all have an irreconcilable grudge against Luoshen Peak. They had been hiding in the deep mountains and forests and were among the very few sects that were willing to take action when they heard that Dali was going to deal with Luoshen Peak.

However, although these sects have secretly accumulated some strength, they are clearly no match for a behemoth like Luoshen Peak in the martial world.

They knew that it was virtually impossible to deal with Luoshen Peak on their own, so they were not optimistic about the Dali Tianjin Guard's plan to wipe them out.

But this is their only chance to see hope for revenge in all these years, and even if they ultimately fail, they want to try.

Otherwise, they might never encounter such a perfect opportunity again in their entire lives.

"Excellent! With such a master in Dali, we might actually be able to take down Luoshen Peak this time. Even if we can't wipe them out, we'll definitely cripple them and cause them heavy losses!"

In a mountain forest, Gu Shengfeng, the leader of the Lingjiu Sect, stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

The dozens of disciples and experts from the sect behind him all had sharp eyes, high morale, and were filled with killing intent!
After receiving Fu Qiwen's message and witnessing the signal rising over Hundred Refinement City, a burning flame of hope was ignited in their hearts.

Decades ago, the Lingjiu Sect angered some powerful figures on Luoshen Peak by failing to pay 10% of its offerings, and was subsequently destroyed by them.

Gu Shengfeng and other younger disciples in the sect survived only because the sect elders and senior members of the sect risked their lives to protect them.

For decades, they have diligently cultivated day and night, constantly thinking of seeking revenge against Luoshen Peak.

However, as their martial arts skills improved and time went by, they not only saw no hope of revenge, but also became increasingly aware of the terror and invincibility of Fallen God Peak.

With their strength, even just a few elders from any one of the nine peaks could wipe out the entire Lingjiu Sect.

They originally thought they would never be able to avenge their sect elders in this lifetime, but the Great Li Heavenly Guards undoubtedly gave them a glimmer of hope, and now, the Eighth Prince of Great Li has given them even more hope.

How could they not be excited and thrilled?
"Although this is the first time I have heard that His Majesty's newly acknowledged eighth prince has such terrifying martial arts skills, I do not expect Lord Fu to lie about this."

Marquis Longshan pondered for a moment, still finding it hard to believe that the young prince Li Musheng had defeated the peak master of Hundred Refinements Peak in one move.

However, after glancing around at the martial arts masters, including those from the Lingjiu Sect, and the Tianjin Guards, he resolutely ordered the attack to be brought forward, taking this opportunity to strike at the predetermined target.

……

The main peak of Luoshen Peak.

The sheer cliffs, like giant swords piercing the sky, are made of black iron forged from meteorite iron and earth fire. Twelve bronze chains, each as thick as a giant python, are wrapped around the mountainside.

The main hall at the summit, the "Luoshen Hall," is supported by nineteen golden pillars. With its red walls and golden tiles, it stands tall and majestic, gleaming under the light of the surrounding lamps.

As night fell, clouds billowed and rose from the mountaintop, but at that moment, an old man dressed in simple clothes sat cross-legged in mid-air, hovering above the Temple of Fallen Gods.

He was surrounded by wisps of azure clouds, his aura seemingly merging into the heavens and earth.

The next moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, a flash of purple lightning appeared in his eyes, and then, a deafening thunder roared across the entire Fallen God Peak, and streaks of lightning emerged from the clouds, as if they were about to transform into a pool of lightning.

"Something happened to my eldest disciple?"

The old man resided among the clouds, looking down towards Hundred Refinement City. He could clearly see a dazzling golden flame blazing forth from the darkness, radiating an incomparably brilliant light.

Then, a blurry figure appeared out of thin air and slowly materialized in front of the old man.

She was a young woman with a full head of black hair, about twenty years old, wearing a green dress, with a beautiful face, skin like solidified white jade, and a cool and aloof air between her brows and eyes.

The young woman glanced at the old man before her. His eyes were extremely cold, and his pupils were not pure black, but rather resembled glacial fissures that were about to melt, making it seem as if she were always looking at people through a layer of mist and ice.

At this moment, the woman spoke with extreme indifference, seemingly devoid of any emotion:

"Just now, three juniors returned to the peak to report that Zheng Yunfeng of Hundred Refinements Peak was killed in one move. As for your eldest disciple, he went to check on the situation."

As she spoke, the woman in green paused, then glanced at Hundred Refinement City in the distance, hidden in the darkness.

The golden light that had risen there had gradually faded, and the entire sky had returned to darkness.

Seeing this, the woman in green narrowed her eyes slightly and said indifferently:
"However, judging from the current situation, it seems that something has happened to your eldest disciple, Junior Nephew."

Upon hearing this, the old man sitting cross-legged in the void frowned slightly and said:
"Could someone be sent to help? If the rescue is timely, with my eldest disciple's talent and supernatural abilities, there might still be a glimmer of hope."

“Of course someone will go.”

The woman in green nodded and said:

"Junior Nephew Chi Huo has already gone there, but whether he can save his eldest disciple is still unclear."

The azure aura surrounding the old man rippled slightly. He then glanced at the woman in green before him and pondered:
"If Junior Brother Chi Huo's presence is not enough, then let Junior Brother Hei Shan go to assist. With these two 'Fallen God Venerables' taking action, I reckon that person, no matter how strong his martial arts cultivation is, will have no chance of winning."

The woman in green stood in mid-air, slowly shook her head, and said coldly:
“You misunderstood me. What I meant was that by the time Nephew Chi Huo arrives at the location, your eldest disciple may have already been killed.”

The old man slightly raised his eyes, looked at the woman before him, and said:
“It would be such a pity if my disciple died. People with the aptitude for ‘dual cultivation of divine and martial arts’ like us are hard to find. Moreover, all the divine blood he consumed was wasted.”

"It won't be wasted."

The woman in green, her beautiful face expressionless, spoke in a completely flat voice:

"The divine blood within your eldest disciple's corpse will naturally be devoured by your junior disciple Chi Huo. Of course, if you continue to send your junior disciple Hei Shan there, your eldest disciple's corpse will be divided between the two of them."

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at the woman in green with a blank expression, yet a serious one, and sighed helplessly.

He pondered for a moment, but decided not to continue the discussion with the other party. He then used a telepathic message to send his voice to a certain spot on the main peak.

Soon, a burly old man dressed in black stepped out from a courtyard in the middle of the peak and floated in the night sky.

The old man in black had deep vertical lines on his forehead, as if carved by a knife, but the horizontal lines were as fine as a fishing net. He had a gray-white beard and wore a pair of hemp shoes.

He looked up at the top of the peak and saw the old man sitting cross-legged in the void nodding slightly to him. The old man in black didn't say anything, but his true energy suddenly dissipated, and he fell straight down.

In the blink of an eye, the old man in black fell to the bottom of the peak, but he did not cause any damage to the ground at the foot of the mountain.

The moment he fell from the sky, rocky peaks sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots, easily supporting his body and dissipating all the force without using any martial arts energy.

Then, the old man in black took three zhang (approximately 10 meters) per step, leaving behind trails of slowly disappearing rock on the mountain path, and vanished in the direction of Hundred Refinement City.

Watching the departing figure of the old man in black below, the sect leader of Fallen God Peak, hovering atop the peak, pondered for a moment, then frowned and muttered to himself:

"Which old codger did the Great Li Imperial Palace send this time to kill Yun Feng in one move?"

The Great Li Dynasty has been established for a hundred years and governs nineteen prefectures. Even though Luo Shen Peak is one of the four major sects in the martial arts world, it will never underestimate them in the slightest.

What the leader of Luoshen Peak didn't expect was that Emperor Yuanwu of Dali could actually disregard the surrounding four kingdoms and the fact that the other three major sects in the martial arts world were reaping the benefits, and was ruthless enough to attack Luoshen Peak.

"If the Dali court really goes all out to destroy my Luoshen Peak, then we will inevitably have no choice but to flee. However, the Dali court will also suffer heavy losses, killing eight hundred enemies but losing a thousand of its own. It won't be any better for us."

"Then Emperor Yuanwu would never be so foolish as to make such a self-defeating decision. Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that only the Tianjin Guard of Dali has taken action against Luoshen Peak."

As the sect leader of Luoshen Peak spoke slowly, wisps of purple lightning began to emerge from the azure clouds around him, followed by an almost imperceptible killing intent.

He turned to look at the woman in green who had remained standing throughout, and said in a deep voice:

"This also means that the person in Hundred Refinements City is the only trump card of the Great Li Heavenly Brocade Guard. As long as we deal with him, the rest of the people are just a bunch of rabble and not worth worrying about."

Upon hearing this, the woman in green glanced coldly at the old man and said:
“What you say makes sense, but I hope you won’t be like your eldest disciple. Being too confident is not a good thing.”

The sect leader of Luoshen Peak frowned slightly, but said nothing more. He glanced in the direction of Hundred Refinement City and left only one sentence:
"Let me know when you have the results."

Then, the seated figure disappeared into the clouds.

For a moment, swirling cloud vortexes appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, with serpentine arcs of electricity traversing their edges, while thunderous roars like forged iron echoed from the depths of the clouds.

Seeing this, the woman in green simply withdrew her gaze indifferently, and then her slender figure vanished from the spot.

……

Not long after, Li Musheng, who was sitting on the top of Baixiang Pavilion, suddenly seemed to sense something. He withdrew his thoughts from perfecting the Azure Dragon Azure Nether Scripture and looked towards the night sky outside Bailian City.

The old man in hemp clothing and Lin Xun'er, who were hiding in the restaurant not far away, were both moved and immediately looked in the direction of Li Musheng's gaze.

But all they could see was a tiny, bean-sized flame rapidly approaching from the edge of a dark, inky mountain range in the distance outside the city.

Gradually, the tiny flame, which had appeared to be extremely small, grew larger in their field of vision, becoming increasingly bright and dazzling, turning the night sky a deep red like molten lava, as if it were approaching with an irresistible heat.

(End of this chapter)