“Lu Changsheng, to defeat you, I, Chu Wuqing, have trained in the Lower Realm for ten thousand years, enduring countless trials. I am no longer the person I used to be. Now, witness the seventh technique of the spear art I created.”
In the dueling arena of Guanghan Palace, Chu Wuqing gripped the Dragon Pattern Divine Spear, its blade emanating a chilling divine radiance.
After the ceremony concluded, Chu Wuqing finally got his wish—to once again face off against Lu Changsheng.
Elders and disciples from various Sacred Lands and Prestigious Families were present to observe.
Chu Wuqing was the foremost martial prodigy of the younger generation in Wushen Palace, while Lu Changsheng’s physique was also exceedingly powerful. He had previously defeated Chu Wuqing using martial techniques at the Heavenly Court Assembly.
At this festival, Chu Wuqing introduced the seventh form of his self-created “Reaping Life Thirteen Spears,” seeking “revenge.” It was destined to be a clash of titans.
“Chu Wuqing is indeed worthy of being Wushen Palace’s martial prodigy. Even though he hasn’t yet made a move, his aura already dominates the world. A martial prodigy should have an invincible confidence.”
The Kunlun Five Elders were visibly moved and held Chu Wuqing in high regard.
As the foremost genius of Wushen Palace, Chu Wuqing’s prowess in the Lower Realm was enough to rule an entire era.
“This time, Lu Changsheng may find himself in a tough spot. He might not be Chu Wuqing’s match.”
Elders and disciples from various Sacred Lands and Prestigious Families harbored mixed expectations—the outcome of this bout was still uncertain.
“I’m going to strike.”
Chu Wuqing’s “momentum” had reached its peak.
“Come.”
Lu Changsheng summoned the Nether Flame Sword, deciding to employ the Fifth Sword Realm of Mount Taihua Sacred Land’s “One Sword Across Ages.”
“One Sword Across Ages” was an unparalleled sword art created by the Mount Taihua Goddess, one that wasn’t far inferior to Wushen Palace’s cultivation techniques. Its power depended on the skill of the practitioner.
“Chu Wuqing’s spear intent has actually materialized into wind and snow!”
“It’s said that Chu Wuqing possesses the legendary Spear Saint’s Body, and his mastery of spear techniques is extraordinary!”
As spectators observed Chu Wuqing’s spear intent engulf the arena, accompanied by howling winds and swirling snow, they couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.
This was not natural wind and snow but an anomaly formed entirely from spear intent!
Before the spear was even wielded, the phenomenon had already manifested.
In Chu Wuqing’s eyes glimmered countless memories.
His spear intent was not merely about technique but bore the essence of human experiences, marking a qualitative evolution in his state of mind.
Lin Qinghan asked worriedly, “Father, this Chu Wuqing has grown much stronger. Do you think my junior brother will get hurt?”
Lin Xuantong replied, “Previously, Chu Wuqing only trained in the Heavenly Court, lacking exposure to the mortal world. Now, after experiencing the diversity of life in the Immortal Realm, his understanding of spear techniques has reached new heights. It will depend on how Changsheng responds.”
“Only by enduring pain can one understand the suffering of all beings. Only by cherishing ties can one grasp the meaning of emotion. In mastering martial arts, one must first cultivate the heart. A single spear manifests wind and snow; another embodies ice! Reaping Life Thirteen Spears, Seventh Technique—Lethe River!”
Chu Wuqing’s Dragon Spear swept out, intensifying the wind and snow. The biting cold pierced to the bone.
Chu Wuqing seemed like a god of the spear, wielding his long spear to pierce through the heavens, causality, and Qi Destiny itself!
Lu Changsheng’s expression grew grim. The seventh technique of Chu Wuqing’s self-created spear art could tear through time, space, causality, and Qi Destiny, bearing a remarkable resemblance to the Fifth Sword Realm of “One Sword Across Ages.”
For someone at only the Divine King Realm, for Chu Wuqing to create such a spear art revealed his terrifying talent in the path of the spear.
“However, this alone is not enough to defeat me.”
Lu Changsheng gripped the Nether Flame Sword, and as he faced Chu Wuqing’s spear intent, the Sword Domain unfolded…
At Yuntai Peak, Su Yun, the head of the Ancient Su Family, was leisurely sipping tea.
Lu Changsheng had taken his disciples and even the Mountain Guardian Divine Beast to attend the Guanghan Palace ceremony, leaving Su Yun to guard the cave dwelling in his stead.
Yuntai Peak typically had little to manage, so Su Yun enjoyed a carefree existence, like an idle cloud or a wild crane.
Suddenly, Su Yun seemed to sense something. She opened her palm, and a mirror appeared in her hand.
This mirror, slightly archaic in appearance, bore intricate, mystical totems and ancient inscriptions on its back, while its surface shimmered like bronze.
Upon the mirror’s surface, a few lines of small text appeared. Seeing them, Su Yun’s expression changed dramatically. “This is bad! The Ancestors are in danger. If no action is taken to rescue them, all of them will perish… But with my cultivation level, it’s impossible to enter the Deep Void to save them… It seems I can only turn to Lu Changsheng and Mount Taihua Sacred Land. With his connections, there might still be a glimmer of hope. Though the chance is slim, I have no choice but to try…”
Without waiting for Lu Changsheng’s return, Su Yun was compelled to leave Mount Taihua and head to Guanghan Palace.
Though leaving the Sacred Land hastily risked encountering members of the Ancient Huangfu Clan or the Ancient Helian Clan, Su Yun had no alternative but to quickly locate Lu Changsheng and discuss plans to rescue the Ancestors.
“Boom!”
A deafening explosion reverberated through the arena. The arena’s barrier quaked violently, forcing several Guanghan Palace Ancestors to take action and reinforce the barrier, lest the battle between Chu Wuqing and Lu Changsheng damage other structures in Guanghan Palace.
Sword Domain and spear intent intertwined, clashing and colliding. The tremors of space filled the air, with chaotic Sword Qi and spear glimmers streaking through the void. The ceaseless explosions were deafening and resounded without end.
Two figures clashed incessantly within the arena, their magical treasures colliding again and again.
Among cultivators, most battles relied on divine skills, and it was rare to see such close-quarters combat. This duel was violent to an extreme.
Even the opponents’ magical treasures struck each other’s bodies, yet both merely grunted before continuing their bloody struggle.
Such close-quarters combat was incredibly brutal, leaving the observing elders and disciples utterly stunned.
If one wasn’t a Tempered Body Expert, facing attacks from someone like Chu Wuqing or Lu Changsheng, even a single blow from a magical treasure could mean instant death.