Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1447 - 57: Patriarch of True Martial_2
Chapter 1447: Chapter 57: Patriarch of True Martial_2
These Cultivators, only a small part are Nascent Souls, most are Golden Core Practitioners.
But for the True Martial Cultivators below, who are mostly unable to fly, this was enough to form a suppression.
Accompanying these cultivators were sinister and venomous Spells.
For a moment, wailing ghosts flitted about, and their mournful cries were incessant!
“Enemy attack!”
“Enemy attack!”
Dozens of Class IV True Martial Cultivators did not hesitate to fiercely charge into the sky, confronting the sudden assault by the Demon Sect cultivators.
On the bronze-colored giant city, from each battlement and opening, True Martial Cultivators shouted in unison, frantically signaling warnings both inside and outside the city.
Their voices echoed over the sea covered in dense fog and cries.
On the sea below, upon hearing the warning, countless ships not only did not flee but sped towards the gigantic city.
Moreover, many people on the ships directly leaped into the sea, swimming quickly towards the city like fish.
However, some of them were destined to remain in the sea forever, never reaching the shore again.
Swish swish swish!
A rapid series of sounds erupted.
Then, clumps of cold deep white flames heavily smashed down from the sky.
These flames, seemingly fluid, quickly poured over the sea and vigorously burned.
Many True Martial Cultivators swimming in the sea, who couldn’t dodge in time, soon found themselves engulfed in these flames.
At that moment, the painful screams of True Martial Cultivators, the crackling sound of burning flesh and fat, and the smell of cooked flesh permeated the sea near the Bronze Giant City…
Those who survived were all filled with fury.
At the same moment.
Yang Que stood with his hands behind his back, quietly levitating.
Towards those True Martial Cultivators who died in vain around the city on the sea, he was so stingy with his attention that he refused to give even a glance.
His gaze was tightly fixed on the city below.
“Everything has come to this, won’t you come out?”
He was not in a hurry, just somewhat anticipating the show that the Patriarch of True Wu was about to bring.
For such a person with tremendous potential, he had enough patience to wait.
His only concern was that the Patriarch of True Wu might not meet his expectations.
Just when Yang Que was having these slight worries,
Within the Bronze Giant City below,
A thick blood-colored spear suddenly flew out.
This blood-colored spear was thicker than the one wielded earlier by the Class IV True Martial Cultivator, but whether in momentum or aura, it was far inferior.
In the midst of Spells flying chaotically and blood light swirling, it was barely noticeable.
Yet Yang Que, who always kept an eye on the Bronze Giant City, suddenly lit up.
The next moment.
The blood-colored spear suddenly burst in midair and transformed into smaller blood-colored spears, silently flying towards the surrounding Demon Sect cultivators.
Boom!
Almost instantaneously.
These blood-colored spears struck the bodies of the Demon Sect cultivators with astonishing speed!
Bang bang bang!
The cultivators’ bodies almost burst open at the moment of impact.
A tremendous impact, controlled by Yang Que, surged in the hearts of those Demon Sect cultivators!
Almost at the same instant, the Class IV True Martial Cultivators did not let go of such an opportunity.
One by one, they swiftly soared, seizing the moment of the cultivators’ distraction and furiously driving massive Blood Energy into their bodies.
Many unresponsive Demon Sect cultivators had their Mana instantly dispersed, and they were directly captured by these True Martial Cultivators.
Supreme Dragon Transformation above, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
However, Yang Que did not care at all about the life and death of these Demon Sect cultivators, his gaze fixedly staring at the lone figure on the battlements of the Bronze Giant City.
That figure had silver hair twirled together, looking like a lion.
Dressed in extremely simple coarse clothing.
Revealing a broad and solid chest, not at all like what an old man should have.
Like an ascetic monk.
His features were sharp as if cut by a knife, and though covered with old wrinkles, there was a feeling of fierceness and ruggedness.
With a glance, his eyes were like those of a hawk, brimming with sharpness.
Even though he stood on the Bronze Giant City, looking up at the sky,
He gave a strong impression of looking down from on high.
“He is that Patriarch of True Wu.”
In the sky, Yang Que saw the figure and almost immediately a guess sprouted in his mind.
Although it was a guess, he was undoubtedly certain.
The feeling this person gave him was too intense.
It was a kind of feeling that could be recognized with just one glance in a crowd.
Powerful and full of confidence.
Brave and fearless.
Such eyes, such a temperament, he had encountered several times during his conquest across the Huangji Continent.
These people, either they would rather be shattered than be whole in surrender.
Or they became very important supports under his command.
But those he had met in the past did not bring him such a strong impact as the Patriarch of True Wu standing before him now.
At this moment.
At the top of the Bronze Giant City.
The grey-haired elder, like a majestic lion, suddenly cast his gaze towards Yang Que.
With a slight narrowing of his eyes.
His voice was not loud, yet it seemed like a low roar of a lion:
“Since you are here, why not come down?”
In the sky, Supreme Dragon Transformation revealed a hint of surprise.
Yang Que’s expression was also one of astonishment, but then his smile grew even thicker.
“Good! Good!”
“This person can actually sense my presence…Truly worthy of being the one who pioneered the Dao of True Martial, indeed different from ordinary people!”
With a slight thought, he spoke in a low voice to the Supreme Dragon Transformation:
“Wait here for me.”
Supreme Dragon Transformation hesitantly said:
“Your Majesty, this person just made a move and crushed the Demon Sect cultivators controlled by Your Majesty with a single move. Such capability, he is surely not weaker than a Nascent Soul Perfect cultivator who has grasped the Dao Secret…”
Hearing this, Yang Que couldn’t help but laugh:
“If it weren’t for this, why would I personally recruit him?”
As he spoke, he leisurely flew downward.
The True Martial Cultivators who were capturing the Demon Sect practitioners in the air soon saw Yang Que’s arrival, immediately showing fierce expressions.
“There’s another one hiding!”
“Kill!”
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However, Yang Que still wore a faint smile, walking comfortably through the intersecting figures of these True Martial Cultivators.
Despite their full-force attacks, none could touch Yang Que.
It was as if he was separated from them by an entire world.
Above the Bronze Giant City, the grey-haired elder who saw this scene showed a gleam of interest in his eyes.
He spoke softly, and his deep voice instantly spread across the entire sea.
“Stand down, he’s not someone you can deal with.”
The True Martial Cultivators in midair reluctantly looked at each other, but no one dared to ignore the old man’s words. They cast a resentful glance at Yang Que and then, wary, quickly retreated back into the city while holding those Demon Sect practitioners.
Yang Que watched this scene but showed no intention of rescuing these Demon Sect practitioners.
Instead, the Patriarch of True Wu in front of him was more important to him.
Thus, he floated down onto the Bronze Giant City, stood opposite the grey-haired elder without hesitation, and said:
“Are you the Patriarch of True Wu? Come with me, I will take you away from this barren cold land to the spiritually rich Huangji Continent. There, I can offer you numerous Cultivation Methods and resources for your Cultivation!”
However, to his surprise, the gaze of the grey-haired elder looking at him carried a hint of peculiarity.
The grey-haired elder suddenly said:
“These Demon Sect cultivators… did you bring them here?”
Yang Que shook his head without hesitation:
“I do not know any Demon Sect practitioners, I just came to check out the noise…”
The lips of the grey-haired elder, as solid as rock, slightly parted, revealing a mocking smile:
“Is that so? Then the blood of True Martial Cultivators on you… What is that about?”
“Hmm?”
Yang Que was slightly stunned.
Then he frowned and said:
“You do have some insight, I indeed have some connections with these Demon Sect practitioners… but that’s not important. Are you interested in my earlier proposal?”
“Once in Huangji Continent, I will bestow upon you the position of Prime Minister, a place second only to one and above all others!”
“I appreciate you, and give you this opportunity!”
“Is that so?”
