“How is this possible?” Chen Wendao’s eyes widened, as big as eggs, his face filled with disbelief.
As the owner of the Mysterious Golden Light Cover, he knew better than anyone that not even a Martial Lord’s power could leave a mark on it.
Yet now, a Second Stage Martial Venerable had slashed a one-inch-deep sword mark?
Feng Yuntian and others from the Lanlan Empire who knew of the Mysterious Golden Light Cover were all shocked, aware of how durable this treasure was.
“It’s that broken sword in his hand!” Feng Yuntian’s eyes lit up. Even he couldn’t damage the Mysterious Golden Light Cover, yet this Second Stage Martial Venerable youth had managed to leave a one-inch mark, meaning the broken sword in his hand was an extraordinary treasure, surpassing even the Mysterious Golden Light Cover.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lin Xiao slashed out, each strike carving an inch deeper into the Mysterious Golden Light Cover.
Chen Wendao’s face turned ashen, helplessly watching his treasure being cut. With the cover’s light barrier surrounding it, even attacking from the outside was futile.
“No, if this continues, he’ll actually break it!”
Panicking, Chen Wendao decided to recall the Mysterious Golden Light Cover.
But at that moment, Lin Xiao noticed Chen Wendao’s reaction, guessing his intent. In an instant, vast and unparalleled power surged within him, and he unleashed the Yaoguang Sword Technique.
“Chi!”
At that moment, everyone outside the Mysterious Golden Light Cover saw Lin Xiao’s body turn almost transparent. Then, a dazzling white light burst forth, filling the cover with blinding radiance, obscuring the scene inside.
Immediately after, a loud “Clang!” rang out, and the Mysterious Golden Light Cover split in two, blasted apart to either side.
“My Mysterious Golden Light Cover, no!!” Chen Wendao cried out in anguish.
At that moment, the light around Lin Xiao vanished, his figure clearly appearing in everyone’s sight. Facing Chen Wendao, a mocking smile played on his lips.
He had deliberately expended energy to unleash the Yaoguang Sword Technique to thoroughly crush Chen Wendao.
“Next, you can go die!”
Lin Xiao moved, his vitality forming wings infused with spiritual power, his speed surging as he charged at Chen Wendao, slashing out with a terrifying strike.
This strike, combining physical strength and vitality, was immensely powerful.
“Clang!”
“Pfft!”
The sound of clashing metal and spitting blood rang out simultaneously. Chen Wendao blocked with his sword across his chest, but the terrifying impact sent him flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
In that instant, everyone was stunned.
Chen Wendao, injured by a Second Stage Martial Venerable youth?
People began to doubt whether Chen Wendao’s earlier two strikes were truly him feigning weakness.
As Chen Wendao was knocked back, Lin Xiao moved again, preparing to strike and kill him.
“Enough!” But at that moment, a loud shout rang out, a dangerous aura locking onto Lin Xiao, a terrifying Martial Lord pressure enveloping him.
Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. Clearly, the one who shouted was Feng Yuntian.
Feng Yuntian had intervened.
This was within Lin Xiao’s expectations. Yan Yitian’s defeat had come too quickly for Feng Yuntian to react, but Chen Wendao was effectively Feng Yuntian’s subordinate, so naturally, he wouldn’t stand by.
“I’ll kill you later!” Lin Xiao thought coldly, halting his movement, his hand touching his storage ring, ready to throw out the Blue Corpse Puppet at any moment.
“Interfering in a consensual fight, Elder Feng, isn’t your Lanlan Empire being a bit too overbearing?”
At that moment, a shout rang out, followed by an overwhelming aura that swept over, dispelling the pressure on Lin Xiao.
Then, an old man in palace attire flew through the air, standing in the void.
This old man had white hair, a frail frame, and was likely over a hundred years old, his face full of wrinkles. Yet the domineering aura he exuded carried an inviolable majesty.
“Third Stage Martial Lord!” Sensing the old man’s aura, Feng Yuntian was shocked.
According to his intelligence, the two empires had no Martial Lords. How had a Third Stage Martial Lord suddenly appeared?
Chen Wendao and the others from the Lanlan Empire were equally stunned.
Apart from Chen Wendao, Ye Fenghua, Empress Dowager Meng Xi, and other high-ranking empire officials, no one knew of the figures behind the Feng family. They only knew Feng Yuntian was a First Stage Martial Lord, prepared to intimidate the two empires.
The two empires had more Martial Venerables combined than the Lanlan Empire, but with Feng Yuntian, they couldn’t gain the upper hand.
Now, with a Third Stage Martial Lord suddenly appearing from the two empires, didn’t that mean the Lanlan Empire had lost its advantage?
Instead, they were at a significant disadvantage!
In that moment, many felt an instinctive unease.
With the two empires’ high-ranking officials gathered in the imperial city, along with a Third Stage Martial Lord, one misstep could lead to the Lanlan Empire’s destruction.
“How could the Moyu Empire have a Third Stage Martial Lord?” Seeing the old man in Moyu Empire palace attire, Feng Yuntian asked in astonishment.
This was news he had been completely unaware of.
Meanwhile, the faces of those from the two empires lit up, clearly having known in advance.
“Surprised?” The Third Stage Martial Lord old man smirked proudly, “Heh, Elder Feng, you’re not the only one in this world who can break through to Martial Lord!”
Feng Yuntian’s expression darkened, but he didn’t retort. Though true, breaking through to Martial Lord was no easy feat. Otherwise, over the years, how could the major empires have no Martial Lords? He had only broken through to Martial Lord by chance after obtaining a sixth-grade spirit stone, becoming the Lanlan Empire’s first Martial Lord in countless years.
The neighbouring Moyu and Dongyang Empires had never been known to have Martial Lords. For one to appear now, and a Third Stage Martial Lord at that, was shocking.
However, Feng Yuntian was no ordinary man and had his own trump cards. He eventually calmed down and asked steadily, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be the Moyu Empire’s Grand Imperial Uncle, Mo Xiang?”
“You’ve got a good eye, Elder Feng,” Mo Xiang nodded with a smile. The Moyu Empire only had one or two Ninth Stage Martial Venerables, so it wasn’t hard to guess.
“It’s said Senior Mo Xiang had reached his lifespan limit. Who would have thought it was just a rumour? Not only has Senior Mo not passed, but you’ve long broken through to the Martial Lord realm. The Moyu Empire is truly far-sighted!” Feng Yuntian sighed. Mo Xiang was even older than Empress Dowager Meng Xi, so calling him senior was fitting.
“Heh, just luck,” Mo Xiang replied casually, brushing it off. Then, with a mocking tone, he said, “Elder Feng, this battle was provoked by your Lanlan Empire’s senior. It was a consensual fight. Isn’t your intervention a bit inappropriate?”
