Urban All-Round Master-Chapter 1689 - 1723: Battle of the Powerhouses, the Fierce Soldier Emerges!
Time passed by the minute and second, and the thousands of people present were anxious, cold sweat flowing from their foreheads. They restrained each other, fearing this life-threatening endeavor would end up with no Holy Weapon in hand, resulting in their own demise here...
Lin Zifeng felt as though each second was a year as he watched the canyon tens of miles ahead, where the blood light gradually faded away. For a full half hour, no more blood light erupted from the gorge.
Finally—someone couldn’t hold back any longer.
Such a great opportunity, if you don’t seize it now, who knows whose hands the Holy Weapon will end up in?
"Great opportunity! Whoever blocks me from taking the Holy Weapon shall be my enemy!"
At this moment, a dark figure swiftly leapt into the canyon from the edge of a cliff. Seeing he was fine, others couldn’t stay idle.
"Old demon, did you really think this ancient Holy Weapon would fall into your hands? You’re just dreaming!"
Then, another figure rushed into the canyon.
"Haha~ Even a senior Onmyoji like you is here, this truly is a grand drama!"
The elder referred to as Old Demon laughed wildly into the sky with two voices. They evidently knew each other.
This elder, called Old Demon, was full of primordial energy, clearly a very strong master at a glance. Lin Zifeng had never seen him, nor heard any rumors about him, but the surrounding cultivators were full of shock.
"Demon Qingman! Didn’t Demon Qingman die a hundred years ago? How is he, how is he still alive? He—he was the dominant figure in Huishan a hundred years ago!"
"Oh my! Isn’t that Onmyoji Abe Ce, who claimed to be the number one in Illusion Technique in Fusang a hundred years ago?"
At this moment, those who recognized them were undoubtedly shocked, but those who didn’t recognize them didn’t care—they just wanted to grab the Holy Weapon. Nothing else mattered.
"The Holy Weapon is mine! Who dares to take it?"
Suddenly, a long howl from afar echoed, like a rolling thunder. A flash of azure light passed by, and another great power brimming with primordial energy appeared.
Upon his appearance, the scene exploded again; he was the Sect Master of the Five Elements Sect in Zhonghai a hundred years ago, Huo Buluan!
Just these three, a hundred years ago, had reached the Sub-Saint Realm. Now, after a century, these old monsters who were supposed to have been laid to rest, all appeared.
"Damn it! These old monsters have lived over a hundred years, thought to be dead—they’re still alive!"
Someone cursed vehemently.
Reaching Sub-Saint Realm, living a hundred years isn’t a myth. It’s not unusual for ordinary people to live a hundred years now.
Those who knew were startled; those who didn’t care who it was. Today, people from ten-odd countries’ masters came, having heard the news and trying their luck, so many people didn’t recognize them. How could the new generation of masters have ever seen these people?
Lin Zifeng stayed hidden in the jungle, his clairvoyant vision wide open, easily seeing tens of miles away clearly.
However, the last person, Huo Buluan, he genuinely hadn’t seen before. Having been in Zhonghai so long, he’d never heard of this person, nor any word about the Five Elements Sect.
"Indeed, deep mountains hide fierce tigers, fields lie hidden Qilin. True masters are hidden among the populace; no wonder I’ve heard nothing about this person." Lin Zifeng muttered two sentences, learning a lesson—not to act too rashly anywhere, provoking such immortal monsters.
It probably wouldn’t end well.
"Didn’t expect Huo Buluan, who was obliterated along with his sect a hundred years ago, is still alive! Truly an eye-opener for me." Demon Qingman clenched a cliff edge, coldly laughing endlessly.
"Demon Qingman, a hundred years no see, hope you’re well. I once thought you’d died, but you seem to be living better than me." Huo Buluan stood on the cliff in the canyon, hands behind his back.
However, their gazes were peculiar, stealing a glance at Abe Ce.
Seemingly communicating on how to obtain the Holy Weapon.
Yet, Abe Ce was no fool, seeing their exchanged gazes, without thinking, suddenly rushed from the cliff into the canyon.
"Stop him!"
Demon Qingman, quick as lightning, shouted loudly, immediately using his strongest Battle Skill to attack Abe Ce.
"Demon Qingman, we at least are Huaxia people. How dare this Fusang scoundrel try to steal Huaxia’s treasure—shall we not join forces to kill him?"
Huo Buluan, very thin, smiled just like a sleazy old man.
"Alright! Then let’s team up to cut off his head!"
Demon Qingman naturally understood, with so many strong contenders vying for the Holy Weapon, having one more opponent meant more danger. Moreover, Abe Ce wasn’t a Huaxia person, yet he’s come to stir this muddy water—this made them very unhappy!
They were disgruntled—that meant Abe Ce’s time had come!
"Everyone charge with me! Otherwise, when the Holy Weapon emerges, we’ll only have cat piss to drink!" Someone led a strange cry, almost a crackling sound followed, like a dance of demons. Hundreds of people leapt from the canyon’s sides downward.
Most of these people were masters above King Realm; jumping into the canyon was still within their grasp.
"Should I make a move?"
Hidden in the jungle, Lin Zifeng was anxious too. Though he shouldn’t rush it, with so many masters competing now, surely there would be some trying to fish in troubled waters. If the Holy Weapon was taken, he’d have come for nothing.
Most importantly, it was said the Holy Weapon could change size. If taken, who knows where it would end up—unless he slaughtered everyone cleanly, which seemed unrealistic...
Soon, after everyone entered the canyon, quite a few were scared weak, crying out and ran from inside the canyon.
Even more, mysterious masters jumped up from the canyon, only to be struck by some unknown force, their bodies turning into blood mist. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Lin Zifeng was shocked—what was so vicious?
"Snake! So big a snake!"
"Help! There’s a snake here!"
In no time, the screams shook the heavens, countless emitted shrill cries, as a giant snake emerged from a deep hole in the canyon.
The snake body was several tens of feet long, enormous beyond compare. The timid were scared witless, spewing bluish bile, dying with eyes wide open.
As the snake body swept wildly, many ran but ended up with a snap, their bodies turning into a mist of blood and gore...
From afar, others didn’t know what had happened, but Lin Zifeng’s clairvoyant vision saw clearly!
It was a giant snake!
No!!! It should be a Flood Dragon!!!
Lin Zifeng jumped in fright. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a Flood Dragon, nor a snake—it was an unknown Big Snake!
The Big Snake’s scales were distinct, shimmering with a sinister luster. On its head was a singular horn, its fierce, cold fangs dripping bluish saliva, appearing extremely terrifying.
At least several tens of feet long!
