Supreme Martial God of the City
Chapter 182 - 182 179 Zhan Tian Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions

182: Chapter 179: Zhan Tian (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions.) 182: Chapter 179: Zhan Tian (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions.) At this moment, suddenly, a purple streak of light appeared in the snow-filled sky in the distance.

The streak sped with the wind and lightning, a breath ago it was still a hundred miles away, a breath later, it arrived over Divine Martial City, leaving behind a splendid purple rainbow, and in an instant, transformed into a young man.

“Zhan Tian!!!”

“He finally appears!

I knew it, there’s no way he wouldn’t come.

Today I must wash away my past shame with blood!”

“Hehe, this time I want to see whether your Heavenly Gang Divine Fist is stronger, or my Magic Power is mightier!”

The absolute geniuses from the Four Great Super Sects, all gritted their teeth and looked solemnly at this young man.

“Is this Zhan Tian, the first on the Heavenly Pride List?

His aura is far stronger than the previous ones!”

The silent Divine Martial City was stirred up by Zhan Tian’s arrival, with cries of astonishment echoing throughout Changbai Mountain, even creating echoes.

Ye Tian watched with interest, this man had a tall stature, wore a purple robe with gold edges, stepped in red-patterned Qinglong boots, and his gaze was one of disdain for the world, like an invincible king, exuding a mighty battle intent, yet one could clearly feel his supreme aloofness.

No wonder he’s the chief disciple of the First Super Sect in the Spirit World, his cultivation has reached Heavenly Rank Fourth Stage, only one stage lower than the Heaven Pavilion Elders, but his combat power is hard to say, usually, Heavenly Prides can battle across ranks.

Zhan Tian swept across countless Heavenly Prides in the Spirit World Heavenly Pride Competition with his Heavenly Gang Divine Fist, suppressing countless Spirit World geniuses with unparalleled prowess, truly unmatched, with none who could rival him.

With Zhan Tian’s arrival, tens of thousands of martial artists in Divine Martial City instantly focused their gazes on him, overshadowing all other Heavenly Prides with his presence alone, if it wasn’t for Ye Tian, he might have been the most notable martial artist genius.

Zhan Tian arrived alone, standing proudly in the void, hands behind his back, his captivating gaze ignored the tens of thousands of martial artists around him, directly landing on Huo Lie, Duanmu Yaya, and several others below.

“Everyone, I, Zhan Tian, have returned!”

The young man spoke indifferently, his voice cold and aloof, yet containing a aura of battling heavens and earth.

Huo Lie was very displeased by this gaze, so he looked at him and shouted loudly, “Zhan Tian, I heard that Tiangang Sect spent considerable money to bribe the City Lord of the Plane Management City and send you to other planes for training, how was it?

Did someone beat you to tears?”

Zhan Tian looked at him with a cold smile and said, “I have defeated all of the young generation in the Spirit World without equal, so I went to other planes for training.”

“Tch, Zhan Tian, stop showing off.

Today you have come to the foot of Divine Martial Mountain, if you have the ability, go challenge the Divine Martial Pavilion Master; he’s only in his twenties, dare you?”

Huo Lie couldn’t bear the disdainful gaze of Zhan Tian, given his fiery temperament.

“Zhan Tian, I heard you went to the neighboring Xuanyuan Continent, how are the Heavenly Prides there?

I’m planning to train there as well.”

Duanmu Yaya interrupted Huo Lie, holding a long whip, her voice stirred the imagination of the cultivators present.

Xuanyuan Continent is a plane adjacent to Earth, both are Low-level Planes, but according to the City Lord of the Plane Management City, Earth’s area is several times larger than Xuanyuan Continent, and although it’s a low-level plane, its spiritual energy concentration can compare to the poorest Upper-class Plane, making Xuanyuan Continent rank among the top in thousands of low-level planes.

“The Heavenly Prides of Xuanyuan Continent are quite strong, among the disciples of some sects, I think I can only take ten moves at most, beyond that, there is only death.”

Zhan Tian lowered his head in contemplation for a moment, then said.

“What?

You can only take ten moves, this…”

Huo Lie and others were shocked, showing expressions of astonishment.

“Just because you can’t handle it doesn’t mean I can’t.”

Yin Changtian, who stood coldly in his black robe, spoke, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably.

“Hehe, you all are too naive.

I hope you can see the outside world after this competition.”

“Let’s be frank, your strength will be defeated in one move, without any suspense.”

Zhan Tian shook his head and said.

“What!

Zhan Tian, too outrageous, you’ll see!”

Huo Lie pointed at Zhan Tian shouting, his eyes turning red.

Obviously, Zhan Tian was saying he could take ten moves while they couldn’t even survive one, highlighting a vast difference in their abilities, a blatant insult, which no one could tolerate.

Despite being absolute geniuses in the Spirit World, carrying the hopes of their sects, they were described by Zhan Tian as common martial artists, worthless.

“Zhan Tian, don’t brag too much.

Last time I lost to you, I sat in Spirit River for two years, training the Thousand-mile Ice Seal.

This time, I will certainly defeat you!”

Yun Han said expressionlessly, his eyes filled with confidence, a battle intent arising naturally.

He stood as a point, within half-hand’s range, snowflakes turned into snow blocks and fell sharply.

“Interesting, hehe!”

Zhan Tian stood in the void, looking at the confident Yun Han and others, exposing a faint smile, eyes full of pride, with no fear.

“Today, I won’t say big words.

In this competition, I’ll surely take the first place.

You four can attack together, if you can withstand ten moves without defeat, I’ll step down and admit defeat, never returning to the Spirit World.”

Zhan Tian exuded an overwhelming aura, a look of invincible confidence, looking down at Huo Lie and others.

The martial artists in Divine Martial City slightly opened their mouths in shock, inwardly sighing at his arrogance, while the elders of the Four Great Super Sects gazed admiringly at Zhan Tian, thinking, “So strong, I might not be his match, Tiangang Sect’s luck is incredible!”

Actually, the purpose of Zhan Tian’s training was to chase the Divine Martial Pavilion Master’s shadow.

Years ago, he was just a core disciple of Tiangang Sect, observing from afar that battle which dimmed the sun and moon, he would never dare to forget in his lifetime.

The white-clad figure, holding a three-inch light sword, fighting alone against the five Holy Mountain monsters, that unparalleled elegance, invincible strength, he yearned immensely.

He clearly knew that now, he couldn’t withstand even half a move from the Pavilion Master.

“What an arrogant kid, if my strength wasn’t sealed, I wouldn’t tolerate your showing off.”

“But in such a low-level plane, encountering a genius like this is rare in a hundred years.

I just wonder what kind of elegance the White-clothed King has, better not disappoint me.”

Ruolan slightly squinted her eyes at Zhan Tian, whispering softly.

“The hour has come, all martial artists, ascend the mountain!”

Elder Jian rode his flying sword down, waving his hand, the mist dissipated, the Illusion Array slowly opened, and a staircase rose from the void, leading to the mountainside of Divine Martial Mountain.

“Elder Jian’s strength has improved quickly, looks like King You hasn’t been lazy.”

Ye Tian looked at Elder Jian and said.

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