I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1831 - 262: Contest

Chapter 1831: Chapter 262: Contest

Wushen Mountain possesses the oldest cultivation system in Xiehe, even once considered the source of Human Race cultivation.

By worshipping totems, specific attributes of power are obtained, which are then refined and feedbacked.

Through millions of years of accumulation, those who receive power have shifted from the Demon Race Great Sage to the Ancestral Wu Holy Image.

In the eyes of such an ancient and powerful sect, there is actually nothing or no one in the world worthy of awe, let alone a mere family grandmaster.

The defeat of the Evil King Palace is not sufficient reason, the strength of the Longzhou elite does not count as a measuring unit, the strength of martial arts can only be known after a battle.

Nanli Daxi Zhu Liu leads the attack, the Great Wu Zhu Jiang assists, this is the method to deal with the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster.

As for the thousands of clansmen, leave them to the disciples of the lower courtyard led by twelve true inheritors.

Most of these apprentices who practice with skill are of Fierce Realm strength, with many already beginning to touch upon Wushen Mountain’s introductory techniques, slaughtering several thousand Xiao Family clansmen is like killing chickens with a bull knife.

Zhu Liu looks at the academy disciples who volunteer to step forward, then at those who bow their heads and retreat, he already knows in his mind who to prioritize and who to distance.

Gathering the people, with two witches and twelve true inheritors, a total of two hundred and fifteen disciples are willing to join the battle.

"Follow me and attack!"

A roar akin to a beast ignites the fire of battle in everyone’s hearts, with streams of light rising all around, it is the determination to win.

...

Deep mountains of Chengzhou, beside the stone streams

Humans are the measure of all things; for the vast and sparsely populated Chengzhou with many hills and many mountains, many of the mountains have no names.

Just knowing one mountain range is connected to another as if it never ends.

Thousands of people walking within almost lose track of time, yet their faces are filled with excitement.

Because compared to the dull and uniform Spiritual Energy of the Minor Spiritual Realm, the Primary Qi of the Great Thousand World is too lively, the contrast is as stark as between old age and youth.

The winding streams between the mountains, the running birds and beasts, the noisy insect chirping, all seem so lively and lovely to these clansmen who have been isolated from the world for years.

Knowing the sudden killing intent, startling countless birds and beasts, bringing the forest’s insect choruses to a halt, Flame waves dye the sky crimson, dozens of fire dragons as thick as Jianmu rush toward the carefree advancing group.

This is the combined strike technique of Wushen Mountain’s Nanli branch, wielded by two hundred academy disciples, its power far surpassing that of family clans despite being inferior to the Main Branch Disciples.

In the eyes of the twelve true inheritors, after this round of combined strikes, the formation of thousands will certainly fall apart with no more than one in ten surviving.

...

Southern Flame Sky covered

In front of Fire-Stealing Grandmaster Xiao Jinlin stands a witch barring the way.

The male Daxi Zhu Liu, with eyes cold like lightning, clad in red soul armor, with a dragon head savagely imposing on his chest. With two souls of fire dragons beneath his feet, ears adorned with rings of chains on fire.

The female Great Wu Zhu Jiang, holding a green vine staff, with hair as if alive dancing by her side, her spirit-formed legs merge into a serpentine tail, swaying in the sky, dangerous and alluring.

Two figures with contrasting attire, even more different in martial styles, Xiao Jinlin knows these two have ill intentions.

If a grandmaster’s aura is not hidden, traveling in the Great Thousand World is like being a star shining brightly in the night.

Through this path he opened his aura entirely, even subtly aware Martial Ancestors knew to retreat, yet clearly these two came following the aura.

Not having stepped out of Chengzhou, trouble already arrives, truly surprising Xiao Jinlin.

But with a mindset of valuing peace, he still politely cupped his hands and greeted: "Passing through your treasured land without notifying either of you was my oversight, I ask for your respected names, and I shall visit to apologize another day."

"Master Xiao is too kind!"

Zhu Liu grinned wickedly: "I’ve heard of the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster’s unparalleled skill in Longzhou; to see it today is an honor, and to not spar would be a lifelong regret, I ask grandmaster to kindly enlighten!"

"Today is not convenient, how about another day..."

Feeling the change in the sky behind, Xiao Jinlin abruptly changed color, readying to spirit teleport, yet a transforming Primary Qi of Xu Earth encircled him, confining the world, two fire dragons swimming within the Xu Earth causing its enclosing walls to reflect a semblance of blazing inferno, stern and fierce.

The faintly emerging golden light made the Qi walls as hard as fine iron, impenetrable as a needle, impermeable as water, should spirit teleport collide, at least suffering minor injury.

Xiao Jinlin turns his head, coldly gazing at Zhu Jiang who is wielding the vine staff and Zhu Liu whose twin dragons vanished, speaking frostily: "What is the meaning of this, gentlemen?"

"The children have their own battlefield, the grandmaster must first defeat Zhu Liu before proceeding."

The dragon head on his chest laughed bloodthirstily; the Daxi Zhu Liu arrogantly flaunting, motioning Zhu Jiang to step back, hooking two indices out of ear chain rings, pulling out two long whips of flame, his hair transforming into billions of fire snakes swaying, the Wushen Mountain Daxi pointing proudly at the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster, saying: "Wushen Mountain, Nanli Zhu Liu, I ask the grandmaster for instruction!"

After crossing swords coldly is a powerful whistling of two seven-colored streams of light, without hindrance, is the Divine Dragon Shadow, a supreme killing move mixing forces of seven different origins.

A single strike surpasses the strength of a triple transformation, naturally a grandmaster must be cautious of two combined.

The ferocity and sharpness of the dragon shadow far exceed Zhu Liu’s imagination, calculating the time under the spell is insufficient to condense a viable Spiritual Power model, the boiling spiritual power of the Nanli Daxi reveals the true spirit dragon of soul armor, the fiery dragon on the chest barely holds one Divine Dragon Shadow.

The spirit snake hair triggered by eternal flame whips with both hands, transformed into a frenzied dance of fire snakes barely containing the other dragon shadow.

Battling and retreating, he shouts: "Blessings, dance!"

It is said the twelve Ancestor Wus are sheltered in heaven, interpreted through the divine dance among three realms.

The most exquisite of Wushen Mountain’s heritage is not the battle power of the Daxi, but the blessing words and dance of the Wu maidens.

With magical words and graceful gestures, invoking divine power through dance, if blessed by certain sources among the twelve branches, can bestow profound supernatural abilities.

This is Zhu Liu’s fundamental confidence to challenge the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster, the battle power at grandmaster level honed to the extreme is inherently close; aided by divine power, how can victory not be achieved?

The Divine Light falls upon the Primary Qi fortress of Xu Earth above, enveloping Zhu Liu who battles and retreats, forced back step by step by the Divine Dragon Shadow, the Nanli Daxi suddenly stabilizes, the eternal flame whips grow threefold thicker and longer, upon close inspection their whip shadows teem with countless writhing serpent heads.

The dancing flame waves suddenly suppress the Divine Dragon Shadow, making Zhu Liu think he has caught the moment for counterattack.

Yet this Nanli Daxi of Wushen Mountain could not have predicted, his nurtured strike is precisely the opportunity Xiao Jinlin has been waiting for.

One arm transforms into dozens of spiritual dragons, under the cover of the Divine Dragon Shadow, slipping through Xu Earth fortress opening as it draws in divine power.

When the Central Earth Great Wu Zhu Jiang focused on blessings and dance sensed danger, those dozens of dragon fangs had already embedded in her snake tail spirit form.

"Divine Power, Dragon Devour!"