Chapter 1239 - 722: Don’t Trust the Lines on Your Palm, Trust the Power of a Clenched Fist! (2)
Two broken white streaks crossed the bright sky, heading straight for Taihang!
Seraph was absolutely certain, it was two Martial Saints of Great Chu!
What do they want?!
"Good, very good..."
As Seraph’s voice faded, Zhou Yun’s eyes suddenly turned white.
Before he could react, his body tilted uncontrollably, about to be caught like a chick in Seraph’s large hand.
Seraph erupted in an instant, securing himself with the just-breaking seven tiers, to preserve the day!
Boom!
In a flash of flowing ink shadow, someone arrived first to confront Seraph, thwarting his plans.
In an instant, ink-like waves surged wildly across Taihang Mountain.
Inside and outside the city, countless people were shocked. The entire Jin Land turned from day into night in a blink of an eye, with black and white ink painting heaven and earth; such scenes left everyone in awe.
The next moment, among the two figures approaching from high above, one accelerated suddenly.
Behind him arose the splendid sea moon scenery, a round red sun casting boundless light. His figure hovered in mid-air, covering all of Taihang Mountain with its rays, stretching shadows three thousand li.
After the red sun rose, the world returned to daylight, yet the two streams of air did not collide even slightly, wrapping their target with supreme coordination.
"A new Tier Seven from Great Chu, Sui Chunqiu?"
The presence of this latecomer wasn’t as grand as Zhang Sanfeng, but still secretly startled Seraph.
"It’s me."
Sui Chunqiu bathed in the glow, treading an airborne staircase, walking step by step from the mountain peak.
Seraph immediately turned north, and just as he was about to leap, a giant dragon shadow pierced through his body, clearly projected on the ground.
Roar!!!
Once again, the world darkened dramatically. In the shadows, the sound of dragon scales scraping steel echoed, emerald dragon eyes brightened, illuminating heaven and earth.
Xun San’s gigantic form stretched thousands of li, only revealing a tenth, the rest concealed by clouds.
A massive emerald dragon claw emerged from the clouds, blocking the last escape route for the western visitor.
Facing threats from every direction, Seraph’s golden eyes glistened, indifferent, unmoved.
To kill him, Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Daoling, and Xuan Mou must join forces; otherwise, he could not be detained.
Once a feud starts and he manages to escape, this vast mountain and river would face his future wrath.
Great Chu thought clearly, they couldn’t commit such folly.
This ambush was obviously intended for intimidation.
Thus, he remained unfazed, extremely composed.
Buzz——
The elder in the yin-yang robe waved gently, the surrounding black and white surging several times, finally settling down, simultaneously dispelling all strange phenomena in the world.
With a light swing of the sleeve, as Daoist charm circulated, clouds suddenly surged and condensed, a phantom gate manifested in mid-air, with mountains faintly visible, spiritual energy thick.
"Daoist, please come inside for a talk."
Upon hearing this, Seraph glanced at the other three.
"I swear by Dao, our conversation is without ambush, violators will be swallowed by the Dao."
Zhang Sanfeng perceived his intention, gesturing to indicate.
Seraph walked towards the threshold with slow steps, his expression still calm, only a flicker of scrutiny in his eyes.
After a moment, he finally stepped inside.
"Since you invited me, I’ll listen."
Once both entered that celestial realm, Zhou Yun nodded towards the two oncoming figures.
The trio instantly transformed into flowing light, descending into the deepest part of Taihang Mountains, using their bodies to uphold the mountain’s whispering law, preventing unscheduled appearances of Meili Jian’s angel-level powerhouses.
"Indeed, Elder Zhao’s divine-level foresight predicted Seraph’s impatience as the competition began."
Returning to human form, Xun San pouted, disdainfully saying:
"Seraph still lacks calmness, those kids have only competed for a day, what’s there to see? He’s so afraid of losing."
Sui Chunqiu shook his head, saying:
"That’s exactly his wisdom, perhaps he foresaw the future, predicting that little Black Kid’s defeat."
"Even if he’s wiser, he still lost to Elder Zhao, speaking of Elder Zhao, isn’t there movement from them?"
Upon Zhou Yun’s inquiry, Xun San beside him swept his long sleeves, condensing the scenery of Shangjing with drifting clouds, floating before the three.
"It’s begun."
...
At the same moment, in the state guesthouse in Shangjing.
The son of Father God Seraph, stationed at Meili Jian’s Prans, welcomed a group of uninvited guests.
At this moment, it felt as though the air inside the room had frozen.
Prans glanced around, seeing four figures with steady aura positioned at four corners, observing their appearances, three men and one woman, who were the four Celestial Kings of Great Chu guarding the area!
This lineup!
In that first instance, Prans’s thoughts weren’t about his current predicament.
Instead, they reflected upon his father, Seraph, secretly advancing into the heartland of Great Chu!
"Damn..."
He felt an ominous premonition...
Faced with encirclement, Prans was far less deep and seasoned than his old Father God.
Unable to hold back, his red hair scattered wildly, divine patterns faintly appeared on his forehead, his hand pressed against a divine blade, his aura like the claw of a beast swinging towards the surroundings, yet all was blocked by the invisible restraint covering the guesthouse.
This banning martial formation was set by the Shaolin Divine Monk Bai Bao; even three Prans couldn’t break through!
After some struggle, the dark pattern on Prans’s brow faded, he took a deep breath, his voice rising loud:
"Is this Great Chu’s way of hospitality? How dare you surround me like this?"
He stepped forward, his tone further elevating:
"Our Meili Jian is at the peak of national strength, our military might known far and wide, the Zeus Third Fleet that came with me is now patrolling near the coast!