Supreme Martial God of the City
Chapter 180 - 180 177 Beneath Changbai Mountain Heavenly Prides Abound Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions

180: Chapter 177: Beneath Changbai Mountain, Heavenly Prides Abound (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions.) 180: Chapter 177: Beneath Changbai Mountain, Heavenly Prides Abound (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions.) As time passed, the plane arrived at Changbai Mountain Airport in the early morning, causing a turbulent stir across the entire Divine Martial Mountain.

At the airport, tens of thousands of martial artists came from all directions, displaying an overwhelming momentum.

Even the airport reception staff were martial artists.

Ordinary people, standing far away, could feel a tremor in their hearts.

This time, the grand competition of the Xuan Pavilion should be renamed the Heavenly Pride Competition.

Since the arrival of envoys from the Upper Realm, the formerly peaceful Spirit World has gradually started to boil, with increasingly frequent conflicts among the heavenly prides.

This time, riding on the fame of the Divine Martial Pavilion, they swore to distinguish the greatest heavenly pride.

What they cared about most was gaining recognition from the super sects of the Upper Realm.

In nearly a century of martial arts development on Earth, those who ascend to the Upper Realm are few and far between.

Ever since Taishan Saint – Lin Qingtian defended Huaxia single-handedly, accepted the blessing of the Dragon of Fate, barely survived the heavenly tribulation, and ascended, no one else has reached the Upper Realm.

This time, not only can they prove themselves in front of countless cultivators, but they can also gain favor from the Upper Realm’s envoy.

Surely, it’s a win-win situation, hence so many families and sects are vying to come forth.

“Mu Tian, look at this.

Almost the entire martial artists of Huaxia have gathered here at this small Changbai Mountain.”

“Over there is the lead disciple of the Xingyi Fist sect, and the person standing next to him is Liu Zhen, the Earth Rank master and sect leader of Xingyi Fist.”

Zhang Sanman stood at the plane’s exit, pointing at some people and explaining in detail to Ye Tian.

Today, there were no private cars on the roads.

Normally, wealthy merchants, travelers, and adventurers who came from all directions seemed instinctively connected in their bloodlines by not coming here.

A grand ceremony for martial artists was about to begin here.

An elderly man with white hair leapt up, standing shoulder to shoulder with the morning sun; a woman appeared like a celestial dust descending to the mortal world, dancing gracefully, and soon disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a stunning silhouette; a swordsman stood with his sword held behind, one sword rising to the clouds, traversing miles instantly; a dry monk chanted with flowing Buddhist tones, resonating with millions of paths.

After a two-hour-long journey through the snow-covered landscape, Ye Tian and his companions finally arrived at the ancient and indestructible city beneath Changbai Mountain – Divine Martial City.

Divine Martial City is said to be a massive city built in ancient times by Earth’s martial arts civilization to commemorate a War God.

It’s situated beneath Changbai Mountain, surrounded by ancient, snow-white mountains.

Every time Ye Tian arrived here, he could feel its vast, distant, and ancient rhythm.

Countless martial artists, some alone and some in groups of three or five, but all full of grandeur and with fighting spirit soaring to the skies, stood in place, heads held high, rushing into Divine Martial City.

Snowflakes drifted down endlessly throughout the year, pure white as jade, symbolizing the sacred tone in the hearts of solitary martial artists.

Yet, there was a tangible sense of warmth, representing the indomitable will of those practicing martial arts.

A white expanse stretched as far as the eye could see.

“Divine Martial City, I haven’t been here in three years.

Every time I come, it feels so magnificent, like an ancient beast dormant in the land.”

Zhang Sanman stood in front of the city gate, sighed, and said.

“Great Elder, is this Divine Martial City?

It seems quite ordinary, just a bit larger, that’s all.”

A young man dressed in luxurious clothes, with a blue-green longsword at his waist, spoke from afar.

“Shh, this Divine Martial City has a very long history.

It has stood at Changbai Mountain for countless years.

You must carefully experience its ancient and desolate Dao rhythm.”

“More importantly, it’s rumored that the city houses the legacy left by an ancient Martial God.

This time, not only do you need to win honor for our Green City Sword Sect, but the legacy should be your ultimate goal!”

“The Divine Martial Pavilion Master has unparalleled cultivation.

I speculate that his progress over the past few years is enough to sweep away those old monsters in the Holy Mountain.

Perhaps he obtained the legacy, which is why he’s so extraordinary.”

When the Great Elder mentioned Ye Tian, profound respect and admiration surged from the depths of his heart.

The young man clenched his fists, his gaze no longer contemptuous but filled with firm resolve.

The Divine Martial Pavilion Master is like Mount Tai weighing on the hearts of countless cultivators, unshakable.

Chasing his shadow was the prideful goal of young heavenly prides.

Entering Divine Martial City, Ye Tian looked around and saw tens of thousands of martial artists gathered here, a sea of heads swarming, with chaotic chatter, waves of spiritual energy fluctuations, weapons shining coldly under the snowflakes falling on everyone’s heads.

The spirit, energy, and essence of martial artists coalesced into a surging wave, rushing to the heavens.

“This…

isn’t this too exaggerated?

Mu Tian, just fight casually a few rounds, that should be enough.

I underestimated this competition; it’s way too strong!”

Zhang Sanman gasped, seeing the sight.

Among the tens of thousands of martial artists, there were at least three to four thousand Dark-grade ones, many Earth Rank ones, and numerous auras even Zhang Sanman himself couldn’t detect.

“Hey, old man, want to buy a Heavenly Pride list?”

“Here, I have the latest and most comprehensive insider news.

I spent three days here, pouring my heart and soul into it.

Big sale today, one spirit stone.”

A thin man with a mustache ran to Zhang Sanman and whispered.

“What, one spirit stone?

Do you know how expensive that is?”

“Not buying, go away.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanman’s face immediately turned dark.

“Wait, I’ll buy one!”

You Ruolan took out a spirit stone, handed it to the man, and retrieved a list for herself.

Everyone crowded around, staring with wide eyes, looking at the names on the list, as if their passion had suddenly been doused with cold water.

Heavenly Pride List’s fiftieth place, Han Jian, renowned for his deadly Instant Kill Technique, defeated two major bandits despite having only Earth Rank First Stage cultivation, earning the title Cold Sword in the Spirit World.

Heavenly Pride List’s forty-ninth place, Huang Wuji, inherited his father’s talents, wielding the Eight Trigrams Unlimited Palm, with Earth Rank Second Stage cultivation.

Heavenly Pride List’s thirtieth place, Long Tianhai, second in the Earth Pavilion of the Divine Martial Pavilion, Earth Rank Fourth Stage cultivation, grandson of a Heaven Pavilion Elder.

His martial skill, Dragon Battle in the Wild, could shatter gold and stone with a single punch.

Heavenly Pride List’s tenth place, daughter of the Spirit World’s Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master, name unknown, cultivation unknown, renowned for single-handedly retrieving the heads of the top ten villains from the Villain List after a battle at the Dangtian Mountain Range, with a technique that explores heavenly mechanisms and divines the future.

Heavenly Pride List’s sixth place, first disciple of the Earth Pavilion of the Divine Martial Pavilion, the stunning beauty Mo Yanjin, with Earth Rank Sixth Stage cultivation, reportedly guided by the Divine Martial Pavilion Master, sweeping away countless heavenly prides with her Falling Snow Sword Technique.

Ye Tian suddenly noticed that upon seeing the tenth place on the Heavenly Pride List, there was a fleeting change in You Ruolan’s eyes, which quickly returned to normal.

As Zhang Sanman scanned further, his mouth opened wider, his white beard standing up.

Everyone else’s expressions were equally shocked beyond words.

(The competition begins!!!!!!!

Why is the polling so low at midnight, fewer and fewer votes.)