Chapter 1763: Chapter 71: Martial Arts Legend, Resolve for Revenge

He turned to look at the silhouette of Prince Qin, whispering in his heart:

"Your Majesty is only twenty-two years old this year..."

"So strong."

"With eyes closed, one sees the world but not Prince Qin."

"With eyes open, one sees Prince Qin but not the world."

"Is this Your Majesty’s Martial Arts Legend?"

He still vaguely remembers nearly ten years ago, the night before the great festival in Chen Country, the young Imperial Guard relying on the Qilin, fleeing in distress. Yet after running through a decade of tumultuous times, has he already become so powerful?

In his youth, Xiao Wuliang was a fierce general comparable to Yue Pengwu.

But later, Yue Pengwu fought on all fronts, while Xiao Wuliang, due to Chen Wenmian, had to remain stationed in the State City, and from then their experiences and life paths diverged.

Today, Yue Pengwu is among the top ten, even the top five famous generals in the world.

Xiao Wuliang, though, from being the fifteenth famous general in the world ten years ago, now barely touches upon the top ten, lagging even behind Yue Qianfeng, who has become part of the Eighth Layer Heaven.

This brute Yue Qianfeng, despite being constantly defeated, constantly coughing up blood and retreating, in these ten chaotic years. Despite each failure, each blood-spitting retreat looking wretched enough to be gravely injured or dying, he still struggles to stand up.

He continues to grow stronger.

Having fought countless battles, today he is already ranked among the top ten in the world.

He is rapidly growing stronger.

Xiao Wuliang sighed with deep emotion: "In times of strife...not just stagnant."

"But even just growing slower than those others."

"Is equivalent to retreating."

Glancing at the fruit, this famous general sat there holding his gun, placing the fruit at his mouth, munching fiercely; the fruit was sweet, letting out a breath of white vapor, as if consuming the winter’s white frost along with it.

Xiao Wuliang chuckled lightly.

"Heh, the fruit indeed tastes great."

"That Qilin, truly knows how to pick."

Famous General Xiao Wuliang chewed on the fruit, the tense expression on his face eased. Even as a famous general fighting across the land, even carrying the fate of his country, at this moment, he set aside the heavy burden of destiny.

Merely sitting here, looking at the vast world.

Li Guanyi paced forward slowly, with natural ease, blending with the world seamlessly.

He is a martial arts grandmaster, strictly speaking, he is still of the Nine Heavens.

But if he truly makes a move.

Even the grand elder of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect, painstakingly reaching the Nine Layers Heaven Grandmaster status through endurance, cannot withstand a single move from him.

Would be pinned against the mountain wall by the Jiuli Divine Weapon in his hand.

Who said holding a Warlord-level Divine Weapon, commanding an army of a million, only half a step away from the Martial Arts Legend as a Nine Layers Heaven Grandmaster.

Isn’t considered part of the Nine Layers Heaven? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Back then, he was the leader of the Wandering Army of Second Layer Heaven, now he can be the Nine Layers Heaven’s Prince Qin.

It’s only natural.

In the fifteenth year of Divine Revelation, during the standoff with the Great Khan on the grasslands, Li Guanyi took a great leap forward in his own realm of Martial Arts Legend. Today, conquering the Great Khan, overseeing half the grasslands, he has completely subdued Chen Country.

With fierce momentum, every gesture carries the grandeur and poise of the founder of the country, the Five Dharma Forms are faintly converging, only half a step away from the Martial Arts Legend above the Nine Layers Heaven Grandmaster.

The accumulation, compared to three years ago, is already worlds apart.

Yet this one boundary.

Feels just like the boundary felt three years ago, unchanged, still a thin line, seemingly easy to step over, yet also feels like facing mountains and seas, powerless.

Li Guanyi tried to break through, but after failing, he simply stopped caring.

At this moment, instead, he relaxed and saw things clearly.

Let it be.

Doesn’t matter.

Whether he breaks through or not.

As he walked down this path, Li Guanyi could calmly appreciate the scenery on both sides, finally arriving before Cold Lake, where he saw Chen Wenmian, who sat cross-legged, the Divine Weapon Gray Wolf Blade was planted beside him, holding a green bamboo rod, fishing.

The ice surface was torn by the Jin Qi of Chen Country’s Absolute Skill, with a hole, the line extended down, entered the water, gently trembling with the wind, ripples forming on the water.

Li Guanyi glanced at the fish basket, knowingly asked with a smile:

"Have you caught anything?"

Chen Wenmian looked down, replying: "Not yet."

"Big brother, you’ve come."

Li Guanyi nodded, casually tossed over the good fruit the Qilin had selected, the fragrance wafting, Chen Wenmian froze in place, Li Guanyi winked mischievously, grinned: "Delicious, this is the king of good fruits chosen by the Qilin from many good fruits."

"I know you’re feeling down, so I borrowed it from him, specially for you."

Chen Wenmian laughed, pinched the fruit in his hand, said:

"This, the Qilin is quite pitiful."

Li Guanyi pouted: "That guy is too picky now, he has a pile of such good fruits. Years ago, he stole fruits from Lei Laomeng, today I take from him, it makes sense."

Chen Wenmian chuckled: "When he returns and finds the fruit gone, he’ll probably be upset for quite a while."

"Better give it back to him then."

Li Guanyi helplessly said: "Alright, alright, he specifically chose this for you. Just shyly, he let me bring it out. Rarely does this guy let go of the good fruit in his mouth, you don’t have to decline."