Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1552 - 92 Rescue_3

Chapter 1552 -92 Rescue_3

And the Ancestor who underwent the tribulation, broke open the Little Cang World, triggering a great upheaval, meanwhile Yang Que, the Imperial Capital’s Guardian, took advantage of the chaos to activate the Formation, trapping them while they were unprepared…

During the hundred-odd years of solitude within the Imperial Capital, aside from tirelessly seeking ways to fuse the Dao of the Five Elements, Ice, Wind, and Thunder into the Sword Dao, he was perpetually interrogating his own heart, discerning his true desires, confronting them, and ultimately accepting them.

At this moment, he was not merely fighting for himself, but also for the remnants of the Ye Family.

“When will Wanxiang Sect’s reinforcements… arrive?”

Chijian’s gaze swept across the horizons, yet there was no sign of assistance on the way.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Just then, a faint voice reached his ears:

“Senior Chijian, someone of great importance from our sect is rushing over. Please hold on for a while longer.”

“Someone of great importance?”

“Who could it be?”

Chijian pondered inwardly, as his Spiritual Sense swiftly swept through the surroundings.

Indeed, amidst the crowd, he noticed a blue-clad young man gazing at him expressionlessly.

He felt an aura surrounding the other—restrained yet vaguely familiar, an unmistakable Sword Dao resonance.

His mind stirred. He transmitted his voice quickly:

“What is your name? Who are you?”

“I am Lu Yu, a disciple of Xinjian Peak. Elder Xumi is my Martial Uncle.”

The handsome blue-clad youth did not hesitate to reveal his identity.

Chijian’s expression grew slightly clearer.

But before he could dwell further, his attention was captured by the commotion outside the city.

There, a formation of True Martial Cultivators had arrived—an astonishing number of Class II and Class III cultivators. Although they could not yet fly, their formidable Blood Energy and physiques enabled them to leap briefly, posing threats to many middle- or low-tier cultivators.

Especially since after capturing several cities, they had acquired a substantial number of God-breaking Crossbows.

With these God-breaking Crossbows, middle- or low-tier cultivators barely took to the skies before being shot down, rendering their ability to fly useless.

Even more troublesome were the Class IV True Martial Cultivators.

Compared to their peers of the same rank, they not only cloaked their aura skillfully but displayed unparalleled precision and power in their techniques. They fought far beyond ordinary standards.

This was only in one-on-one scenarios.

Around Banqiao City, thirty-some Class IV True Martial Cultivators floated in midair, stationed in close proximity. Any sign of movement among them would summon rapid reinforcements, forming a multiple-against-one situation.

Meanwhile, within Banqiao City, there were only seven or eight Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Among them was Chijian himself.

However, he could not act recklessly, for the nine-foot-tall, short-haired, tattoo-faced man from across had already stepped into the air, his gaze predatory like a savage beast, brimming with ferocity and primal power.

Standing opposite Chijian, he locked on him directly.

“You’re the so-called Eighth Prince?”

This nine-foot-tall, tattoo-faced man had graying hair, perhaps a testament to extraordinary talent. Compared to other Class IV True Martial Cultivators, despite being over a century old, he exhibited neither signs of age nor frailty—the muscle and skin on his face appeared robust and vibrant.

He tilted his head slightly as if appraising Chijian, then suddenly asked coldly.

Faced with the renown of the Martial Saint, Chijian did not dare to underestimate him. He swiftly composed his thoughts, fully devoted to the confrontation.

Yet no trace of fear showed on his face. Instead, his eyes sparkled with restless intent:

“The Qian Dynasty has perished for over a century—there’s no such thing as the Eighth Prince anymore. Here, there’s only ‘Chijian.’ Since you’ve come for me, I would like to see what kind of caliber a Class V True Martial Cultivator truly possesses!”

The nine-foot, tattoo-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking smile:

“Just because you deflected my earlier strike, you think you’re something now?”

He let out a cold sneer as a terrifying Blood Energy burst from his body, emitting a sharp noise like the clash of metal and jade!

In an instant, a dreadful surge of Blood Energy enveloped his hand, rapidly condensing into a massive spear in his palm. Gripping it with both hands, he twirled it in midair, creating a trail of crimson blossoms, before he lunged forward at top speed, hurling the spear down upon Chijian.

Chijian’s expression grew slightly tense.

“Close combat?”

Though it was their first clash, he had already discerned the Martial Saint’s fighting style, distinctly different from the magical combat typical of cultivators.

However, Sword Cultivators excelled in both close and ranged combat, so he remained composed, pointing his fingers as if wielding a sword. An Eight-Colored Swordlight shot forth with remarkable agility, meeting the Martial Saint’s crimson spear.

In his hundred-year solitude, though stripped of freedom, his Sword Dao had greatly benefited from earlier exchanges with Wang Ba. Over the years, he successfully merged the essences of the Five Elements—Ice, Wind, and Thunder—reaching an entirely new level. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

It was named the ‘Eight Aspects Sword.’

With one strike, the Eight Aspects follow!

The power was more than double of what he wielded in Northsea Continent!

Already considered the pinnacle of Nascent Soul Cultivators, now armed with the Eight Aspects Sword, he even had confidence facing Divinity Transformation Cultivators to escape unscathed.

This was the source of his conviction in fighting the Martial Saint!

The Eight Aspects Sword and crimson spear finally collided!

Sword chime and spear thunder, mana and Blood Energy soared, sword-light and spear-glow intertwined.

The clash ended in a stalemate!

“Hm?”

The nine-foot tattoo-faced man’s expression sank slightly, a flash of astonishment flickered in his eyes.

Chijian, witnessing the scene before him, showed no surprise.

Though a Class V True Martial Cultivator, the Martial Saint’s utilization of power and mastery over Blood Energy was clumsy to an astonishing degree. In Chijian’s perception, he was riddled with flaws.

Of his full strength, at best only half was displayed.

The Martial Saint could only rely on brute force to overwhelm technique, compensating for the disparity in finesse.

But suddenly, the tattoo-faced man sneered viciously!