Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 707 - 24 Divine Martial Mansion! (9,000-word double )_4

Chapter 707 -24 Divine Martial Mansion! (9,000-word double chapter)_4

Gongsun Jing stood tall, locked in constant battle, awaiting the ultimate moment to make his move, his blade gripped tightly in hand.

If you all were here…

Perhaps you could do better than me…

Dark clouds hung oppressively, with distant thunder rolling intermittently. Wang Anfeng fought fiercely, refusing to be outdone even by a master whose swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world, still unwilling to accept defeat.

As the tense standoff persisted, Cao Donglin, who had until then stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent to the duel at hand, sighed softly as he glanced at the brutal fighting below.

His figure vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was behind Wang Anfeng, his right hand raised to gently touch Wang Anfeng’s back as he whispered:

“Little brother, you have already committed such great slaughter, stop now…”

His palm was about to touch Wang Anfeng’s shoulder with an effortless motion.

It seemed as if the whole world fell silent.

Gazes as sharp as arrows fell upon that fair hand, stretching a moment into what seemed an endless duration.

There was no sound; even thoughts seemed to slow down.

In the silence, a clear and piercing sound of a sword resonating suddenly exploded, like the first glimmer of dawn. In the military formation, Gong Yu, dressed in black vigorous attire, led with her sword in right hand. The long-suppressed sword intent skyrocketed to a height rarely attained, making this strike even stronger than her actual strength.

A sword’s light flashed, arriving in an instant.

Fairy Sword.

Here should belong to everlasting snow.

Even someone as skilled in martial arts as Cao Donglin was not willing to face the edge of the Qingfeng Edge Fairy Sword head-on, almost instinctively retracting his hand. Wang Anfeng’s Yan Zhi Sword’s chain mechanism unlocked, and his form changed abruptly, stepping heavily on the shoulder of the tall swordsman.

His robe stained with blood.

The pupils of the swordsman with the surname Yan shrunk abruptly, the speed of this attack nearly 30% faster than their previous exchanges.

The sound of the sword’s wail was mournful; Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu instantly switched places.

Just as Wang Anfeng appeared in front of Cao Donglin, in the split second of uncertainty in Cao’s heart, Carpenter Huang Xiaoping mustered the courage he had never had before in his life, shouting loudly as he took two steps towards the outside.

He brought down his axe beside him, creating a continuous blast of air.

A loud rumbling suddenly erupted, continuous and unending. Huang Xiaoping tumbled and crawled back to where he was before. In the valley, wooden logs suddenly fell, and the earth caved in in places, revealing stakes that had been hidden beneath.

Yuchi Jie’s expression turned fierce, his hands spread open and slammed forcefully onto the ground. He coughed up blood ceaselessly, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented brightness.

“The first adviser of the Divine Martial Mansion’s military formation…”

“Surnamed Yuchi!”

“It was so twenty years ago, and it remains so twenty years later! Take this move, old thief!”

All patience was for this moment!

A military formation for one-time use only, the Eight Gates Golden Lock array, drew confluence of energies from the dense round logs that connected to the earth’s aura, forming a Bagua. Invisible Qi mechanisms circulated, and on the bodies of the remaining hundred or so Qing Taoqi soldiers, immense murderous aura surged into the sky, converging upon Gongsun Jing.

Gongsun Jing roared, commanding this energy equal to a thousand elite soldiers, ready to transfer it to Wang Anfeng who stood at the calculated position of the main general. Then, Wang Anfeng could truly behead the so-called hero.

They had endured until now.

The patience of the main general who did not fear, and of the soldiers who fought to the death, was for this moment.

Cao Donglin’s composure was gone.

Wang Anfeng’s aura surged, reaching a height where if one were to speak solely of Qi presence, he was almost touching the unreachable realm of Heavenly Sect, so high that he could almost withstand the explosion of a divine weapon at its limit.

Wang Anfeng looked up, his expression indifferent.

Today the sky is overcast, with thunder.

Releasing his grip on the Yan Zhi Sword, his right hand slowly lifted to rest on the hilt of the Wooden Sword on his back. The divine weapon’s might gradually rose, like a tiger sprouting wings, in an instant bursting into the Grandmaster’s Heavenly Sect.

Thunder entwined, the sky, already unstable from the slices of Sword Qi, began to rumble ominously, with an almost apocalyptic force. The tall swordsman was already entangled by Gong Yu, who was considered a novice.

‘Grandmaster’,

Against a Grandmaster.

But at this moment, the surge of murderous aura suddenly stagnated, unable to rise further, as rigid as a fish away from water for too long. Gaze after gaze turned to see the man, who looked like an ancient corpse, stepping back into a specific position.

After a brutal slaughter, the murderous aura intensified by the Eight Gates Golden Lock was forcibly divided. He was only trained in Qi cultivation and not in physical strength; his complexion turned red instantly, blood leaking from seven apertures, yet his demeanor became even calmer at this moment.

He bowed towards Cao Donglin, speaking calmly:

“Today, Li will surely die.”

“If one day Mr. Cao can stand above the noble clans with his minimal presence, please pour a cup of wine on Li’s grave. Offer the heads of the noble son who violated my daughter and his entire family in sacrifice, and Li will die without regret.”

Then he looked towards Wang Anfeng. At this time, with the murderous aura divided, he was on the brink of death, coughing up blood and smilingly asked: “Aren’t you curious why someone who loathes noble clans would still want to attack you?”

Wang Anfeng’s hand did not leave the sword hilt, and he responded calmly:

“I am but a commoner’s son…”