Uninvited Guests from Another World

Shen Yue and the others were baffled.

"What Path to Immortality?"

"Hmph, you mortal realm natives, I suggest you wise up and confess honestly! Don't force us to take action!"

"We truly know nothing about any Path to Immortality. We've never even heard of it!"

"Heh, just because you defeated an expeditionary force of the Dragonmen, you think you've restored your ancestors' glory and can look down on our Winged Clan?"

One of the Winged Men erupted with surging battle intent, and he threw a punch straight at Shen Yue and the others.

"Why waste words with a bunch of natives? If they won't talk, beat them until they do!"

The Winged Man's fist crashed into a withered, aged palm.

That hand looked like skin and bones, so frail it seemed it might snap at any moment.

Yet the burly Winged Man's fist was held fast by that old hand, unable to move an inch. The surging power was dissolved in an instant. With a twist of the wrist, the Winged Man was tossed aside.

"Didn't think I'd run into an alien race on the brink of my death. It's been a while since I felt my combat power max out..."

The Winged Men looked at their comrade who had been thrown aside, then looked at you.

They were wondering when you had charged up.

They hadn't even noticed your presence before, thinking you were just an old man basking in the sun in the courtyard.

"Old bastard! Tell us where the Path to Immortality is, or we'll go on a killing spree in the mortal realm! The current mortal realm probably can't handle five Transformation Qi Late Stage cultivators, can it?"

From what you'd learned earlier from the Dragonmen, you had already guessed.

Martial King, Martial Saint, Martial God—they are all actually the same realm, the Transformation Qi Stage.

Only, in the Void Realm, folks don't call it that.

Even the Dragonmen preferred the titles King, Saint, and God—probably because it sounded more impressive.

You said with amusement.

"I'm looking for the Path to Immortality too. Want to look together?"

The Winged Men were greatly displeased with your teasing tone.

"Old bastard! Do you think we're joking?! Do you have any idea how many resources the five of us burned through to get to the mortal realm?! If you don't tell us today, we'll send you to the netherworld ahead of time!"

"Calling me old bastard, old bastard... if we're counting properly, you lot are probably older than me... Anyway, what makes you so sure the mortal realm has a Path to Immortality?"

"Ridiculous! The mortal realm is the Ancestral Realm, of course it has a Path to Immortality!"

"What Ancestral Realm?"

"You really wasted your Transformation Qi Late Stage cultivation. You know nothing!"

Just then, another Winged Man pulled out a strange spirit artifact that looked like a string of pearls.

He aimed the pearls at you, as if scanning you.

Then he gasped in shock.

"Chen Yi! He's Chen Yi! The top bounty target of the Dragonmen! If we kill him, the Dragonmen will reward us with ten realms!"

The other Winged Men wore expressions of surprise.

As if they couldn't believe that the famed Chen Yi had grown so old.

You clasped your hands behind your back, turning your face to the side, striking the pose of a master.

"Since you know who I am, leave now. Don't think you can run rampant in the mortal realm. You're no match for me."

A Winged Man let out a snicker.

"Chen Yi! Do you think we're afraid of you? It is indeed impressive that you led the mortal realm to defeat a Dragonmen expedition and defeated the Celestial Lords and Earth Lords among them. We truly admire that. But... you're old! The grave is yawning for you! You're nothing like you used to be! Who's afraid of a decrepit old man?!"

You almost burst out laughing.

Indeed, the path of martial arts practiced by humans was a bit of a young man's game.

As you aged, not only did breakthroughs become far more difficult, but as your vitality waned, your combat power also suffered.

Many old martial artists had emergency techniques to ensure they could fight temporarily unaffected by age.

But you were far more badass.

Old? Waning vitality? One foot in the grave?

Tell that to my "Old Ginger Is The Spiciest"!"

One Winged Man said impatiently.

"Enough talk! Let's find the human race's Guardian! He definitely knows where the Path to Immortality is! If he doesn't talk, we'll rip out his soul and torture him for eternity!"

Ding!

Trigger keyword detected.

You, who had been so relaxed and carefree moments before, suddenly exuded a murderous aura.

Shen Yue and the others immediately retreated far away, terrified of getting caught in your crossfire.

They even thought these five aliens had some serious guts.

Everyone in the world knew that the current Guardian, the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty, was the Swordbearer's beloved.

The Guardian also served as the ruler of the world, protecting the human race.

The Swordbearer protected the Guardian.

You want to touch the Guardian?

Have you always been this bold?

The five aliens also sensed something was wrong.

The old man before them, who seemed ready to keel over at any moment, suddenly became towering and majestic.

"Damned native, how dare you unleash killing intent on us! You're asking for death!"

In the final year of your life,

You engaged in the last battle of your existence against five uninvited guests from another world.

「Heart of Steel」!

「The Sternest Father of the Alien Races」!

「Kirin Arm」!

「Slingshot of Words」!

「Calamity of a Thousand Races」!

「Irritable Temperament」!

「Super Saiyan」!

「The Hulk」!

「One Serious Punch」!

...

Volume twelve of the Lexicon of Titles slashed down with each entry!

The human Swordbearer on his last legs, wielding four Grand Dao Immortal Artifacts, sent five god-level cultivators from the alien races fleeing in panic, crying and begging for mercy.

Shen Yue and the others remained very calm.

They shielded White Cloud County to prevent the battle's aftershocks from harming your adopted son and fellow townsfolk.

That was the limit of what they could do.

They knew their own limits and absolutely wouldn't cause you trouble.

The world knew that the current Swordbearer experienced a surge in combat power when facing alien races, a natural-born alien slayer.

The common folk of White Cloud County once again witnessed your heroic bearing, recalling the day of the Seven Luminaries Ascension.

"It is Lord Yi!"

"Who knew the old man in the East Courtyard's mansion was Lord Yi!"

"I used to deliver vegetables to that courtyard! Lord Yi even said my veggies were fresh!"

"So Lord Yi has been living in our White Cloud County all along!"

When you usually looked old and decrepit, no one connected you with the God of Battle.

Now, in all your majestic glory, wreaking havoc, with that familiar heroic spirit and unique fighting style, everyone recognized you at once.

Under your iron fists, the Winged Men's arrogance quickly turned into pleas for mercy.

"Speak! Where is the mortal realm's Path to Immortality!"

That was you asking.

The five Winged Men found it utterly absurd.

They were the ones who came from outside, and yet the local was asking them?

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