Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 173, The Grey-Robed Youth

Boom!

The fierce fist force and the sharp Sword Gang clashed in the air, erupting in a violent explosion. The residual Qi Force formed a terrifying ripple that spread in all directions, shattering the branches and trunks of trees within half a meter.

"Puh..."

Qin Li coughed up blood, her delicate body trembled as she staggered back by more than ten steps, her face deathly pale, looking utterly miserable.

"You won this time, but things between us won’t end so simply!"

Qin Li took out an Elixir for healing from her Storage Ring and consumed it. Her complexion improved a bit, and her eyes stayed resolute without a hint of retreat as she spoke lightly.

"If you want to defeat me, you must break through the Sixth Layer of the Cyan Yuan Profound Skill. Otherwise, it’s impossible."

Fu Jian shook his arm lightly, speaking with a blank expression. After speaking, he leapt, and in a flash, appeared in front of the pavilion, found his place, and gently sat down.

A trace of complexity flashed across Qin Li’s eyes as she returned to her place, sipping her drink in silence. The other geniuses in the pavilion fell into a brief silence.

"If we continue this way, it’s just wasting time. Why don’t you all come at me together?"

A unique voice rang out, light yet clear to the many geniuses present.

Chu Ming’s gaze sharpened as he, like the other geniuses, looked towards the source of the voice, curious about who dared to be so arrogant in the pavilion.

At the far end of the pavilion, a gray-robed youth wearing a reed hat lifted his wine cup and took a light sip, his expression calm. The arrogant words had come from him.

Ordinary, that was Chu Ming’s first impression. But in an instant, his brow furrowed, for he could not see through the youth’s cultivation. With his current Soul Power at the Guiyuan Realm, any Martial Artist’s cultivation below the Guiyuan Realm should have been visible to him. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"He must have a treasure that conceals his aura,"

Chu Ming guessed. The continent was vast, filled with countless unique places and secret techniques. The prosperity of martial arts meant countless treasures, but those that concealed one’s aura were extremely rare.

The youth was clad in a gray robe with elaborate patterns, his long hair draped down to his waist, his face pale with a red mark on his brow, and his eyes bright as stars.

Facing the many curious gazes, the gray-robed youth remained composed, casually removing his reed hat and placing it aside.

Even the purple-robed youth who had been resting with his eyes closed now slowly opened them, scanning the gray-robed youth with slight curiosity. Yet, even he could not detect anything unusual.

"Heh heh, you must not be from Tieyuan City, right?"

An odd tone rang out, and everyone turned to see Fei Lian, who had been the first to arrive. His face bore a sullen, cold sneer.

"What? Does one have to be from Tieyuan City to participate?"

The gray-robed youth asked indifferently, his right hand lightly picking up the bamboo chopsticks on the table.

"Not necessarily, it’s just that you might not understand our strength, which is why you made such arrogant comments,"

Fei Lian stood up slowly, his Sword Intent transforming into an overwhelming force, pressing toward the gray-robed youth.

"Your strength? Aren’t you all just like trash?"

The gray-robed youth’s response was calm and confrontational, seemingly unperturbed by the gathering Sword Intent.

"You..."

Fei Lian’s face contorted with anger, about to retort when his eyes suddenly shrank. The gray-robed youth had casually flicked his arm, sending the chopsticks in his hand flying out, turning into a black streak that pierced the air.

Fei Lian wanted to block it but had no time. The black streak arrived before him in an instant.

Puh!

The bamboo chopsticks were not sharp, yet under the gray-robed youth’s spiritual power, they were like a divine weapon, easily piercing Fei Lian’s defense and embedding in his arm. Blood oozed from the wound, dripping onto his clothes conspicuously.

"Hiss~~"

Among the geniuses present, except for Chu Ming, Master Fox Yan, and the purple-robed youth, everyone gasped. With their eyes, they couldn’t even trace the chopsticks’ trajectory, let alone block it. The chopsticks could have killed any of them with ease; and this was just a casual attack by the gray-robed youth. If he went all out, the power would be unimaginable.

"Hmph!"

Swish!

Fei Lian coldly snorted, yanked the chopsticks from his arm, and hurled them towards the gray-robed youth with his spiritual power. Though injured, he wouldn’t admit to being weaker, consoling himself that the youth had caught him off guard. freeweɓnøvel.com

The gray-robed youth glanced at Fei Lian with a cold smile, delaying his move until the chopsticks were three steps away. He flicked the other chopsticks in his hand, turning them into a streak of black light.

Boom!

The two pairs of chopsticks collided in mid-air, exploding violently. The terrifying shockwave knocked the surrounding geniuses off balance; only a few remained unmoved.

Puh!

The chopsticks Fei Lian hurled were shattered instantly by the gray-robed youth’s chopsticks, the black light reaching Fei Lian again, this time aiming for his throat.

Boom!

A thick sense of death washed over Fei Lian, but just then, a purple glow descended, shattering the chopsticks into pieces and scattering them, causing Fei Lian to break out in a cold sweat. A fraction of a second slower, and he might have been dead.

"The tea gathering doesn’t allow fatal outcomes!"

The purple-robed youth spoke softly. He had intervened at the critical moment, saving Fei Lian.

Fatalities were prohibited at the tea gathering from the start. Without this rule, half of the geniuses present wouldn’t be here.

"Thank you!"

Fei Lian spoke despondently, now afraid to do more, silently returning to his seat. The remaining geniuses wordlessly recognized the gray-robed youth’s overwhelming strength; he was out of their league.