Peace Order
Chapter 839 - 106: Boldly Entering the Martial World_2

Chapter 839: Chapter 106: Boldly Entering the Martial World_2

Although he hadn’t sold the prepared items, he seemed to have secured two bigger deals. He composed himself and tried to remember, thinking he mustn’t forget those two addresses. Yet, after some careful thought, he suddenly froze.

"Is it the same place?"

The Guest Elder of The World’s First Building was carving with a chisel the intelligence of this destined-to-be-famous epic battle. The Sword Madman’s Sword Qi was imposing and composed, having reached the pinnacle known to him; this was the culmination of two centuries of effort by the most outstanding Martial Artists in the Jianghu.

All were Martial Arts Masters, all had Dharma Forms. If they weren’t of this level, they simply had no qualification to stand before Murong Longtu, let alone deliver that one move.

But Tu Shengyuan knew, this was only just beginning.

The Six Palace Masters of the Academy had yet to make a move.

The remaining three legends of the Jianghu had yet to act.

At this moment, this Inner Qi and Dharma Form clashed and exploded in waves of powerful energy, making Tu Shengyuan’s breathing feel oppressive and stifled. Yet, he knew this was merely an appetizer; the sound of swords clashing, spears colliding, back and forth.

The celebrated figures of the Jianghu for two hundred years were all here!

At this moment, Tu Shengyuan suddenly heard the sound of a zither, sharp as a fabric tearing.

This Zither Sound was severe and piercing, yet fittingly joined in with the din of clashing blades, and in an instant, it seemed to alter the entire battlefield atmosphere. Tu Shengyuan felt a chill explode from the base of his spine, rushing upwards in waves.

He trembled slightly, then turned to look.

A young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe took off what he carried on his back. It was quite large, and as it hit the ground, it resonated clearly. The youth swept his sleeve, smoothing over the fragmented stones shattered by earlier blade clashes.

Unwrapping a cloth, inside was an ancient-looking zither.

In this place, where Masters clashed, Dharma Forms roared, and Jin Qi surged and shifted with exquisite intricacy, the earlier onlookers had all fled in fear. Now, those with insufficient martial prowess could not even stand here; approaching would cause them to be repelled or even killed.

Yet, the Sword Madman’s Sword Qi was overwhelming.

Even the residual force from the other Masters that drifted towards Li Guanyi dispersed when nearing him, three steps ahead, where wind and clouds surged, the firmament descended, as if in a mythological era. Yet beside this youth, all was calm and quiet.

The ancient zither lay flat.

The youth held the wine bought with the money entrusted to him by Shi Yisong.

This was Shi Yisong’s desire; he said he hoped Li Guanyi would use the money to witness this epic battle.

The young man held the wine, placed it beside him, then his fingers fell upon the zither strings, playing leisurely and unperturbed. His voice among the clamor of swords was extremely serene, reaching far as he clearly proclaimed:

"Jiangnan Murong Longtu’s great-grandson, Li Guanyi."

"Plays the zither for you all, to enhance the mood."

The youth’s hand pressed the zither strings, the bronze tripod resonated violently, the energy of over forty Masters here crazily surged into the bronze tripod. Although it couldn’t compare to the quality of the Qingpao Changsheng of the past, the quantity was indeed vast!

Vast enough to forcefully propel Li Guanyi’s cultivation into a higher realm with this Infinite Primordial Qi; vast enough that if Li Guanyi wished, he could immediately achieve a breakthrough to reach the pinnacle of the Sixth Layer Heaven.

Only the Grandmaster Realm at its genuine threshold could obstruct him.

But he did not.

With a slight shift of thought, that bronze tripod suddenly poured down.

Primordial Qi roared, circulating throughout the body, settling onto his fingers.

Thus, he played the zither.

Thus, the Zither Sound was fierce, stirring countless waves.

Sword Madman Murong Longtu repelled several Masters, turned, and looked back.

Li Guanyi met Murong Longtu’s gaze.

He looked at the Green Robed Swordsman, and although there was much reluctance in his heart, he managed a faint smile. This youth also had his own aura, his voice clear and bright, saying: "Grandpa, I do not know what kind of sword can be called the best in the world since ancient times?"

"I still do not understand what makes the Jianghu undefeated."

"I do not yet know what makes the World Sword Madman."

!!!!

Tu Shengyuan shivered, his teeth clenched, and a curse burst forth.

His body trembled from tension and excitement.

He knew the effect of this statement at such a moment, and he was aware that Li Guanyi surely understood what this signified——

The son of Li Wanli, offspring of Murong Longtu.

Fuck!

Ha!

The Zither Sound persisted, the Green Robed Swordsman seemed immensely pleased, laughing aloud, saying:

"Hahahaha, excellent, excellent, the Zither Sound accompanied by the Sword Qi, excellent, excellent, excellent!!!!"

He raised a hand to signal.

As the Infinite Inner Power circulated, the wine jug placed beside Li Guanyi shattered.

A stream of clear wine soared into the air, directly fell into Murong Longtu’s throat, evidently thirsty for wine, yet the jug was full of Jianghu air, the old man brandished his sword, the Sword Qi majestic, saying:

"Fighting one by one, it’s far too dull!"

"Chen Chengbi, Master Mo, Gongyang Su Wang, Old Living Buddha..." he held the sword, pointing to each one, the individuals named showed off massive Inner Qi, ultimately he gazed into the void.

"Jiang Su."

Weapon’s Evil Spirit soared to the heavens, dyeing the sky black as it seemed. Clad in plain clothes, holding an unusually large long spear, an elder stepped forth, with thousands of troops and horses seemingly behind him, his aura overwhelming.

"Taoist Sect."

The white crane long cried, the Silver-haired Man wore a Taoist robe, only sitting cross-legged on the white crane’s back, his expression calm.

"Formation Leader."

The Silver-haired Man stood with his hands behind his back, the numerous formations already prepared around him flickered in and out of existence, these three took their positions in three directions, representing the ultimate peak of Martial Arts in the world so far. The Sword Madman stood with one hand behind his back, his right hand extending.