Peace Order-Chapter 1563 - 20: Surging Power

Before he set out, Shaking Light gently tidied his clothes.

As usual, she covered his palms with her hands and spoke the blessings from the Stargazing School.

This time though, at the end, the silver-haired girl’s cool hand rested on the back of his hand, and she said softly, "Your hands have grown bigger."

"When we first met, your hands were about the same as mine."

"Back then, my hands could just wrap around your palms perfectly."

"Now it’s no longer possible."

The silver-haired girl’s tone remained as quiet as ever; she didn’t know how to express delicate words, only silence. She spoke plainly about past events, yet even so, she gathered Li Guanyi’s palms into hers, praying for all his endeavors to go smoothly this time, the blessings intending to leave a bit of protective mystical skills upon him.

Li Guanyi’s palms brushed across the gentle, clear starlight, thinking of the quietly observant silver-haired girl, and his expression softened.

He noticed Ji Zichang over there seemed to be saying something.

Ji Zichang had the demeanor of his ancestors, holding two shields that seemed to have splattered from somewhere unknown, armor covering his face, then turned towards Li Guanyi, opening his mouth without sound, moving lips, silently saying: "Don’t provoke him..."

The overlord cannot withstand provocation at this time!

Ji Zichang saw Li Guanyi nodding.

Sighed in relief.

Stable!

The current Red Emperor felt he had reached an understanding with his friend.

Luckily, Li Guanyi is indeed a wise man, just yielding slightly here and retreating accordingly.

Historical records note, this stage of the overlord is the most dangerous and aggressive time.

He saw Prince Qin nodding.

Then, Prince Qin raised the weapon in his hand, pointing at the overlord over there, saying: "Shaking Light is mine!"

Ji Zichang: "..."

Damn.

The overlord’s arrogance surged, Prince Qin moved his wrist, the weapon pressing against the ground, blade glinting ominously, sleeve billowing, slowly saying:

"If words cannot convey clearly, then let martial arts communicate, overlord, I am not interested in playing with you here, nor interested in being the outlet for your emotions."

"I treated you with respect, if you don’t understand, then we shall deal another way."

"Since you wish to fight, then let it begin."

Prince Qin slightly raised his eyebrow, saying: "I still have the blessing and protection left by Shaking Light, what do you have?"

"Past failures?"

"Or self-reproach for past regrets?"

"Or boundless regret for your arrogance and flippancy?"

"I’m very interested to hear."

Ji Zichang: "......"

The expression on the Red Emperor’s face slowly froze.

Nearly forty-year-old Ji Zichang showed a stagnant, confused look on his face, as though witnessing a volcano about to erupt right in front of him.

After a while, his brain caught up with his ears, finally responding to what he heard.

????!

Damn?!

Prince Qin, who raised you?

How did your mouth suddenly become so sharp and cutting?

Li Guanyi, raised by the most cunning of the Murong Family, Murong Qiushui, later formed a good relationship with the ’generous’ Whale Hunter among Martial Arts Legends, a timeless friendship with Yin Yang Family’s Great Grandmaster Siming, naturally, this phrase instantaneously pierced the remnant will of the overlord’s heart, accompanied by the roar, the weapon’s power growing larger, slashing down fiercely below.

Li Guanyi avoided using movement technique.

Weapon in hand swung, the style becoming nimble and ominous.

Prince Qin and the overlord battled fiercely.

The fight grew increasingly intense.

Weapons swung, tearing the air, emitting a deep, murderous hum, waves of energy spreading, almost expanding into the entire secret realm.

Even though Ji Zichang had moved to the furthest point, he could still faintly feel strands of murderous wind brushing against him, the illusionary sensation of Military School’s killing intent scraping his face.

So intense!

Ji Zichang suddenly understood what it felt like for his ancestor to be chased by the overlord back then.

The two clashed, ultimately weapons collided together.

The overlord’s gaze, sometime unknown, had regained calmness.

The stern magnificent gaze no longer looking down, but leveling at Li Guanyi before him.

Fury was evident.

But no longer viewing the newcomer as a junior.

The overlord’s logic is simple, if you have skills, you deserve attention, if you are mere rubbish, then be gone.

Constant retreat cannot earn the overlord’s recognition.

With the Immortal Body, simultaneously opening two Martial Arts Legend Energy states, Li Guanyi didn’t give an inch either, behind them, two White Tiger Dharma Forms of vastly different styles and divine charm kept roaring, emitting deep, murderous roars.

The overlord said: "Not bad..."

He barely restrained himself from the bone-stimulating, agonizing state, only coolly observing the White Tiger Sect before him, weapon in hand withdrawn, saying: "Your martial arts foundation isn’t as strong as mine, but to possess such destructive power and methods, have martial arts of later generations found a new direction?"

Li Guanyi said: "Eight hundred years have passed, naturally."

But he hadn’t spoken out, the overlord in foundational realm didn’t reach Martial Arts Legend.

Yet, just a divided soul can possess such terrifying destructiveness, indicating its true form during its prime, the battling capability, and leading army’s might, likely shouldn’t be much inferior to the Martial Arts Legend, and if measured by the Ancient Red Dragon standards—