Chapter 676: Chapter 676: Li Qiankun’s Divine Prediction, The Imperial Palace (Second Update)
Han Yonghui did not immediately deploy his trump card.
Uncertain of Li Qiankun’s true strength, he began by testing with a commonplace Third Grade Spell, “Flying Sand Sword Qi.”
Rip!
A torrent of sword qi, akin to flowing sand, was unleashed at a notable speed. Li Qiankun, following his prior deductions, took a step to the left and swung his right hand down in a palm strike, executing the Fourth Grade Spell “Crimson Rock Palm,” forcefully smashing it down.
Bang!
The Flying Sand Sword Qi was instantly shattered.
Han Yonghui’s attack was effortlessly neutralized in such a manner.
“Such impressive foresight! Is this just a coincidence, or is it Brother Li Qiankun’s talent?”
Han Yonghui was taken aback.
Without hesitation, he cast another Fourth Grade Spell named “Flying Heavenly Divine Swallow,” creating dozens of sword qi that combined in pairs, resembling the scissor-like tails of swallows.
Whoosh!
They merged into a single strike, hurtling towards Li Qiankun.
“Falling Flower Palm!”
Li Qiankun retreated three steps, formed hand seals, and pushed outwards with all his might. In an instant, countless snow-white petals cascaded forward, colliding with the oncoming sword qi and annihilating both.
“His predictive power is strong!”
Han Yonghui realized this.
Continuing his assault, he escalated from Third and Fourth Grade Spells all the way up to Seventh Grade, engaging with true earnestness.
Yet, no matter how tricky Han Yonghui’s moves were, Li Qiankun managed to block them with spells of the same grade.
“Something’s off, really off!”
Third Generation Disciple Xia Qinglian frowned deeply.
“Brother Han’s moves are all being blocked by Second-generation Senior Brother Li Qiankun, causing no damage at all. It’s simply miraculous!”
“Could this be the terrifying aspect of our Second-generation Senior Brother?”
Apart from Xia Qinglian, the other disciples were also dumbfounded.
Li Qiankun, usually unassuming and not well-known, was unexpectedly easily resolving all of Han Yonghui’s various offenses.
“Your jinxing is truly powerful.”
In midair, Ji Ziling glanced at Wang Ping’an beside her, who shrank his neck and smiled awkwardly.
“Actually, it’s not due to jinxing. Li Qiankun has impressive deductive abilities. Even if he were to fight me, he could deduce the majority of my attacks.”
Mo Ying, holding the Spirit Sword, said indifferently.
“Li Qiankun Junior Brother’s deductive abilities are that strong?” the other First Generation Disciples exclaimed in shock.
“Of course, they’re strong,” Mo Ying lightly tapped her chin, “In an equal match, unless one’s combat power completely overwhelms, our moves are basically going to be deduced by Li Qiankun and easily neutralized.”
“It seems Han Yonghui is going to lose,” Huo Yunjie muttered under his breath.
At the Sect Main Plaza.
After dozens of consecutive attacks by Han Yonghui were resolved by Li Qiankun, his heart was greatly shaken.
“These predictions, simply divine!”
Han Yonghui felt increasingly uncertain.
And this was only the twelfth ranked in combat power—if it were among the top ten, wouldn’t that be even more terrifying?
Could it be that he really couldn’t break into the top ten?
The more Han Yonghui fought, the more astonished he became.
Even, he felt a sense of defeat.
“Junior Brother, you’ve been attacking for more than fifty rounds, you must be tired, right? Now, it’s my turn to attack,” Li Qiankun said as his left hand drew a circle in midair, while his right hand formed a sword seal, pointing gently.
Rip!
The circle in the air swiftly disassembled into a streak of sword qi, slashing out in the direction indicated by Li Qiankun.
Han Yonghui quickly drew his sword, trying to cleave through the sword qi.
But Li Qiankun had already anticipated it, and knowing the direction of Han Yonghui’s move, he used his Sword Combat Technique to remotely control the sword qi, changing its trajectory to avoid Han Yonghui’s block.
Whoosh!
The sword qi sliced upward from below, hitting Han Yonghui’s wrist, causing his robe to tear and his longsword to be knocked away.
Clang!
This high-grade Spirit Sword now slanted in the crevice of the plaza’s bricks, its hilt still trembling slightly, much like Han Yonghui’s heart at the moment.
“How… how is this possible?”
Han Yonghui’s pupils contracted, and he felt a chill raking over his body as he lowered his head to see Li Qiankun’s sword qi hovering just three inches from his neck.
With a single thought from Li Qiankun, that sword qi could sever Han Yonghui’s neck.
Gulp!
Han Yonghui swallowed hard.
“I… I surrender,” he said.
Li Qiankun’s Sword Qi was too close for comfort.
At such a distance, even if he were to use the “Qingyuan Sword Shield,” it would be too late. In such a situation, other than surrendering, there was no alternative.
“Hiss!”
“They’ve only fought for a few dozen exchanges, and Brother Han has actually surrendered voluntarily. This is too unbelievable, isn’t it?”
“This battle sufficiently proves that Brother Li Qiankun, who is ranked twelfth on the strength list, truly lives up to his reputation.”
“Alas, we Third Generation disciples are indeed too young after all. If we can’t even defeat the Second-generation disciples, then wouldn’t the ones ranked in the top ten from the First Generation be even more monstrous?”
The Third Generation Disciples whispered among themselves.
Initially, they did not hold the First and Second-generation Disciples in high regard, for they considered themselves the chosen of the Eighteen Ancient Clans, and in any other sect in the outside world, they would be among the top.
But who would have known…
Today’s battle ended with Han Yonghui’s defeat!
A defeat with no power to fight back!
“Even the strongest among us Third Generation Disciples has only made it to the fifteenth place on the strength list. Could it be, the rankings of the list above are actually so accurate?” the disciples wondered anew.
“Brother Han, thank you for the match,” Li Qiankun, who had already predicted that Han Yonghui would surrender at this point, was not surprised.
He withdrew his sword technique, and the Sword Qi instantly dissipated.
Whoosh!
Li Qiankun leaped up and returned to Wang Ping’an and the others’ side.
“Not bad, you won so quickly,” Wang Ping’an chuckled as he rubbed Li Qiankun’s shiny bald head and laughed heartily.
“Cough, cough! Keep it low-key,” Li Qiankun said, his face turning red.
At the summit of Misty Peak.
The Sect Master of Shadow Demon Sect stroked his beard lightly, “Look! After just a few dozen exchanges, Han Yonghui has been defeated by Li Qiankun. The Third Generation Disciples are still too weak. It’s really not good for them to learn things in a constrained environment like the Cave Heaven World.”
The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword nodded in agreement, “Indeed, they can grow faster by traveling around in the vast outside world.”
At that moment, Gong Qingqiu descended from the summit of Misty Peak.
“Greetings, Elder!”
Upon seeing her, the disciples all paid their respects.
Gong Qingqiu nodded back and asked the crowd, “Today, does anyone else wish to continue challenging?”
She did not oppose the disciples sparring with each other. In fact, she greatly favored it and hoped that they would spar more to improve together.
Hearing her words, the disciples looked at each other.
“No, thank you,” Han Yonghui shook his head.
Having been defeated, he decided to spend the least time possible to enhance and enrich himself before challenging the First Generation Disciples again.
“Since no one wishes to continue the challenges, you may all disperse!” Gong Qingqiu waved her hand.
“Yes,” the disciples bowed and dispersed to either cultivate or carry out their assignments.
All around the Misty Sect, activity bustled once again.
In the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.
Ye Feng had a full view of the whole battle.
“After this battle, the Third Generation Disciples’ fighting spirit has been roused. The harder you all work at cultivating, the stronger I become. It’s truly a wonderful feeling!” Ye Feng said with a smile.
…
In the depths of the boundless sea.
There lay a resplendent underwater imperial palace.
It stretched for more than a hundred li, enclosed in a gigantic half-sphere bubble with a diameter of two hundred li, filled with air on the inside.
At the heart of this palatial complex stood eight tall towers.
Atop each tower floated a Moon-Colored Halberd, emitting fearsome, sharp, explosive auras.
Under each halberd, a person sat crossed-legged.
If Ye Feng were here, he would be astounded.
Because, the Divine Sea Dragon Empress, known as one of the “Three Emperors of Jiaoyang Holy City” alongside the White Robe Heavenly Emperor and Yellow Dragon Heavenly Emperor, was at this moment sitting cross-legged beneath one of the Moon-Colored Halberds.
“My fellow Clansmen, the opportunity for our Eight Elemental Seas Clan has come!” The Divine Sea Dragon Empress suddenly opened her eyes and spoke to the mysterious powerful beings sitting atop the other seven towers.