Chapter 443, General vs. General
The Steward Demonic Emperor
Translator: StarReader
The leadersâ roars rattled the skies and their menâs ears.
Men poured out from each side like black rain, Bone Tempering disciples.
The two sideâs gazes were locked as the wave of men rushed past them and deeper into the valley.
These menâs eyes turned red, consumed by madness as they exploded with Yuan Qi. It took only an instant to brandish their weapons and hack their opponents.
The entire Troubled Falconâs Gully was saturated with people, in the hundreds of thousands, drowning any other sound with their endless manic cries for blood and death.
There were rules to war. Soldiers went against soldiers, and generals paired with generals.
As Profound Heaven experts and Radiant Stage experts were pretty much killing machines amidst Bone Tempering cultivators, both sides agreed on having their disciplesâ battle ignored. Opting instead to stare off their equals in cultivation just across the gully. They were the real targets.
Killing Bone Tempering disciples only brought disgrace.
Safe to say, the killing inside the gully among disciples reached the heavens. While their superiors were still in a staredown competition behind them.
âHuangpu Fenglei!â
Mad Dipper Li Jingtian stood out, bowing before the High Venerable, âWe didnât get to finish our last fight in the imperial capital. With this prime chance befalling, will you dare meet me in battle?â
âHa-ha-ha, Li Jingtian, youâre on quite the high horse, shamelessly uttering those words to me. Correct me if Iâm wrong, but werenât you under me!â
Laughing, Huangpu Fenglei came forward with an intent to fight and a condescending look.
Li Jingtian grinned, âHumph, thatâs all in the past. All Iâm asking is if you would dare to come at me!â
âWhy wouldnât I?â
Huangpu Fenglei jumped in the air towards him. Li Jingtian laughed as he did the same.
The two met with a resounding bang, blowing away the clouds for a mile around.
Their clash was so loud that the house lords on each side had to hold their ears due to pain.
Only Radiant Stage experts and the likes of Zhuo Fan and Huangpu Tianyuan kept standing tall and observing their duel.
Huangpu Fenglei shone golden and nine dragon images appeared on his sides, the peak of Imperial Tyrant Body Art.
Li Jingtian flickered in darkness, enveloped in a black dragon image. He was using Wraith Artâs power to cover himself.
Both were peak Radiant Stage experts armed with profound ranked martial arts trained to extremes. They were the brightest gems around, evenly matched.
The surging powers at work here had the valley divided.
One side was shrouded in a black dragon, with lightning crackling along its way, the other in glorious golden halo and imposing dominance. Yet neither could win over the other, stuck in a constant stalemate.
Huangpu Tianyuanâs brow trembled, sighing, âI now know why Elder Li threw his lot with the Luo clan. I donât even recognize this art. But for him to stand on solid ground against High Venerable, it goes on to show how much power it has. I canât fathom how the Luo clan could have such wonderful art. Had Elder Li stayed in Regent Estate, heâd never have reached High Venerableâs level even after training for a century in the incomplete Imperial Tyrant Body Art. But nowâ¦â
âHa-ha-ha, Estate Lord, I anticipated Luo clan might be complex. Elder Li is no fool and his complete loyalty to Zhuo Fan shows that he got something great out of it. It was his best choice taking the Luo clanâs outstretched hand.â
Leng Wuchang smiled.
Huangpu Tianyuan sighed inside.
[Zhuo Fan is a genius among geniuses. In under ten years, he dragged a nobody third-rate clan up the stairs of power, turning it into a colossus.]
[Ignoring him seven years ago is my greatest failure. If only I knew, Iâd have sent everything to cull him.]
Huangpu Tianyuan squinted.
Zhuo Fan had a knowing smile, tracing two fingers on his neck as a taunt.
Huangpu Tianyuan turned to look at the fight above.
[Humph, Zhuo Fan, be smug all you want. I may not have taken you out when I should, but your time will come soon, very soon.]
[You arenât invincible. You have yet to taste my Nine Dragons Diamond Body, humph.]
Bang~
The body cultivators in the sky had similar styles, unleashing one overpowered attack after another. It took but a second to exchange ten movesâ¦
With no clear winner in sight.
Li Jingtian was out of breath and bruised up. Huangpu Fenglei mirrored him in every regard, except for the shocked look.
This was his first time truly going against Li Jingtian. It was natural to be overwhelmed seeing Li Jingtianâs power reach his level after a mere decade.
It used to take less than ten moves to floor him, this expert today was outraged at his inability to reach the same outcome today.
Li Jingtian was ecstatic. He enjoyed the simple things in life. Like challenging his ex-boss who could, at one time, deck him good.
Li Jingtian grinned, âHuangpu Fenglei, have you been losing your touch the past couple of years? You are not swinging your punches like you used to. Is old age catching up to you? Ha-ha-haâ¦â
âShut your pie hole! Iâm only going easy on you and this is the thanks I get, mockery. In that case, I wonât leave you with a shred of honor!â
Huangpu Fenglei went red from anger, yet his heart was queasy since he did give his all. Anything more would mean staking his life as well.
Did he really have to put his weary old bones on the line to get out of this?
While he was having a hard time making a decision, Li Jingtian had already made his. He had set out to do one thing today, beat his ex-boss.
Missing this chance, Zhuo Fan was bound to finish him off at some point.
As a martial fanatic, he just had to beat the guy who had wrecked him years ago or heâd never forgive himself. It would have the added side-effect of affecting his cultivation.
Li Jingtian gnashed his teeth and spat, âHuangpu Fenglei, take this!â
Li Jingtianâs black aura exploded, shooting for Huangpu Fenglei as a black dragon wrapped around him.
âHumph, isnât it the same Soaring Demonic Dragon again? It wonât change a thing!â Huangpu Fenglei snorted with a shiny golden glow around him.
Li Jingtian had a creepy smile on him though and, just before impact, he halted to make a sign, âWraith Styleâs 3rd move, Necro Dragonâs Screech!â
Roar!
The black dragon image ripped the space in its charge towards Huangpu Fenglei.
Safe to say, even with Imperial Tyrant Body Art, Huangpu Fenglei would have a hard time fending off such an onslaught from such a short distance.
And that was the truth of it. Huangpu Fenglei was forced into letting his soul take the brunt.
A wound on the soul meant a drop in strength, which translated into defeat.
Facing his ex-subordinate and losing, High Venerableâs name would be soaked in mud.
Huangpu Fenglei bit his tongue and spat blood as he made a sign, âImperial Tyrant Body Artâs 10th stage, Imperial Presence!â
Hum~
A golden glow washed over him as a golden dragon roamed around him in an air-tight seal.
âThe 10th?!â
Zhuo Fan cried, âT-thatâs stepping into the earth ranked martial art category. Does Imperial Tyrant Body Art have a tenth stage?â
Huangpu Tianyuan was stumped, amazed that Huangpu Fenglei had reached such a level.
Imperial Tyrant Body Art had nine stages, with the tenth stage mere hearsay. Only the ancestors of Regent Estate a millennium ago could reach itâ¦
âHigh Venerable is a genius of his generation, no less than the eldest young master. If not for the dragon soul defending him, he never wouldâve been High Venerableâs match. High Venerable is a true genius of the millennium!â Leng Wuchang praised.
Huangpu Tianyuan nodded.
Huangpu Fenglei laughed behind the golden curtain, âLi Jingtian, do you see this? This is the true power of Imperial Tyrant Body Art, martial and spiritual unity! Be it physical or soul attacks, nothing can break the Imperial Presence!â
âThink again.â Li Jingtian grinned, his black aura disappeared as an eerie power built up while he extended two fingers, âHigh Venerable, the only way to make your defeat true is by taking you down at your best!â
Zhuo Fan cried, âElder Liâ¦ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om