Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chapter 587: Chapter 352: Killing a Grandmaster with a Flick_2

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The tenth ranked top Grandmaster of Cold North, ‘Spring Autumn Sword’ Ji Yuanshan!

More precisely, he should be the ninth ranked top Grandmaster of Cold North because Qin Mengjun has achieved Blood Exchange and is no longer in the ranks of the Grandmasters. With her elevation, the vacancy was filled, and Ji Yuanshan, who was ranked tenth, naturally moved up one step.

“There’s no need to stall for time.”

Ji Yuanshan, with an indifferent gaze, looked at Chen Mu and said, “Though I do not know what cunning plans you have, any ordinary scheme is meaningless in front of me. Better to meet your death sooner, and put many at ease.”

Among top Grandmasters, the gap is not very large. Although Ji Yuanshan is not Jiang Changsheng’s opponent, and has even been defeated by him, he still possesses the ability to retreat in whole. Even when facing Absolute Blade Tuoba Xi, he would not fear and can claim to be one of the top existences in Cold North Eleven Northern States below the Blood Exchange Realm, naturally exuding absolute confidence.

Even though Chen Mu had separated from the Seven Profound Sect’s group, and his actions along the way were somewhat suspicious, Ji Yuanshan still didn’t believe that Chen Mu could cause any real turmoil. Despite not knowing by what means Chen Mu had killed Tuguhou, such a Grandmaster would find it difficult to withstand even three moves from him and would be cut down by his Spring Autumn Sword!

Among the current Grandmasters of the Seven Profound Sect, the only one who could possibly contend with him was Liu Tong, the Peak Master of Shao Profound Peak, but even he could only contend for a short while. Furthermore, Liu Tong was not even present.

Since Chen Mu entered the Earthly Abyss, the Grandmasters from the Blood Hidden Pavilion had been tailing him. They hadn’t detected any abnormalities until Chen Mu became entangled in a battle with the Ancient Demon, not wishing to create further complications. Only then did they get in touch and draw them here.

“To take my life, not only did you join hands with the Blood Hidden Pavilion, but also you, Ji Yuanshan, came in person. You do give me considerable importance.”

Chen Mu stood on the desolate earth, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Fu Jingyuan spoke with a cold tone, “Although you are a junior, you are also a genius emerging only once in a hundred years in Cold North, a rare ‘variable.’ To eliminate the variable and act in accordance with Nature’s law is the rightful action of my Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion… And the Cold Soul Spirit Blade that you took from our Sect, it’s been used by you for so long, now it should be returned.”

If they had known earlier that Chen Mu, after being eroded by the Demonic Qi, could still develop the Three Feet Forbidden Domain and reach the rank of the top three in the Wind Cloud List of Cold North in such a short time, he should have seized the opportunity to kill him back in Yu County. Instead, to kill Chen Mu now, they needed to join forces with the Blood Hidden Pavilion, and even required Ji Yuanshan’s direct involvement to feel secure.

“A rightful action, you say? How noble and righteous.”

Chen Mu’s eyes were indifferent.

Fu Jingyuan glared coldly at Chen Mu, about to speak again, when Ji Yuanshan, from another direction, said in a calm tone, “Wasting words is pointless, let’s not create complications out of nothing.”

Swish!

As his words fell, a sharp flash passed through his eyes. Warmth and life seemed to ripple across the desolate yellow earth to his left, with pitch-black vine vegetation bursting forth from the ground. On his right, the surroundings were bleak and desolate, with the chilly autumn wind slicing across like a blade, leaving the barren earth desperately fissured.

The intent of spring’s growth and autumn’s decay rose with his thoughts, gathering around the ‘Spring Autumn Sword’ suspended above his head, until the entire Spirit Weapon burst forth with a humming sound, shooting through the air towards Chen Mu, aiming a sword strike at his head!

Hum!!!

The ‘Spring Autumn Sword’, as it swung down, transformed into a majestic and vast Sword Qi, stretching for dozens of feet. But almost instantly, that terrifyingly vast sword light crazily condensed inward, shrinking in the blink of an eye into a thread nearly invisible to the naked eye, falling towards Chen Mu like a thin strand of hair.

Sword Qi Solidifying into Silk!

In terms of pure Sword Dao, Ji Yuanshan might not rival Jiang Changsheng, but after all, he is still a top Grandmaster. His Sword Technique has also cultivated to the perfection of purity. This strike nearly wielded the might of the heavens and the earth, the Yuan Gang Force, and the surging Sword Intent, all solidified onto a single line, demonstrating an extremely terrifying form that even made Fu Jingyuan recoil in fear.

“Brother Ji’s Spring Autumn Sword has been cultivated to such a state. If I were to block it directly, I fear I would die on the spot with a single blow. Everyone knows that Jiang Changsheng’s Sword Dao reigns supreme, but Brother Ji’s skill is perhaps not much lesser than his.”

Fu Jingyuan gazed at that sword strike, murmuring to himself.

To have achieved the status of a top Grandmaster, none are ordinary people. In the span of ten years, while Jiang Changsheng’s Sword Dao constantly improved, could others really have remained stagnant? Ji Yuanshan’s sword strike was clearly intended to eliminate any chance of mishap, putting forth all his strength, exhibiting the most profound of his Spring Autumn Sword Techniques, with the intent to annihilate Chen Mu in one blow.

Under this sword strike, neither Fu Jingyuan nor the Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion, who had approached closely, had any intention to get nearer. They knew even if they joined forces with Ji Yuanshan to attack Chen Mu from both sides, it would only add to the confusion and might even expose them to the threat of that condensed Sword Qi. At this moment, they only needed to stand guard on the sides, closing off Chen Mu’s path of retreat.

With the Sword Qi condensed into silk, Chen Mu would surely have to retreat!

They would close in from both sides, forcing Chen Mu to take the strike head-on, and that would be the end!

But.

That was what Fu Jingyuan and the Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion thought, as they focused intently, watching Chen Mu’s movements from the left and right, not expecting that faced with Ji Yuanshan’s sword strike, Chen Mu showed no intention to retreat and didn’t even draw the Cold Soul Spirit Blade at his waist.

He just stood there, facing the threadlike Sword Qi, casually raising his right hand, and flicked a finger.

Pop!!!

The condensed and supremely refined thread of Spring Autumn Sword Silk, which seemed capable of tearing through everything in the world, was flicked into breaking, shattering, and dissipating into nothingness under Chen Mu’s single flick.

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