Qian (Heaven) Open

Over on the other side, Grandpa Jin was pointing angrily at a Martial Saint.

“You two traitors actually betrayed Great Xia!”

His words were immediately met with scornful mockery.

“Who the hell are you, a refugee from that stick country, to tell us what to do?”

“When you chose to rely on Great Xia, wasn’t it because Great Xia was stronger than your stick country?”

“How are you any different from us?”

Beside him, Yang Honghui endured the pain in his leg and hurriedly tugged at Grandpa Jin.

“Old Jin, don’t be so impulsive!”

“Everyone has the right to choose.”

“Let’s go. Don’t interfere in their affairs.”

He understood only too well.

He possessed only the strength of a Martial Venerable, and one of his legs was crippled.

Not only could he not help Grandpa Jin in battle—

he would even be a burden.

If Grandpa Jin had to face the two of them alone, the odds were grim.

The two men saw through Yang Honghui’s thoughts at once.

They could not help but sneer.

“Chairman Yang really knows how to conduct himself.”

“But unfortunately, today we must use your heads to earn ourselves some merit!”

Yang Honghui’s expression changed.

He lowered his voice and said to Grandpa Jin,

“Old Jin, if things go wrong, run immediately.”

“At a time like this, don’t make a pointless sacrifice.”

Grandpa Jin’s face darkened.

He knew it too.

Today, he might very well die in the Kunlun Mountains.

He glanced at his longtime partner and let out a sigh.

“Don’t worry. I’m not that foolish.”

Just as both sides were about to make their move—

a powerful, baleful aura suddenly descended from above.

A massive stone coffin hovered dozens of meters over their heads.

The abrupt appearance of the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin immediately drew everyone’s attention.

They all looked toward the head of the coffin.

Three large characters were clearly inscribed there:

“Qian Is Heaven!”

Yang Honghui and Grandpa Jin both widened their eyes.

According to the intelligence they had received,

the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin bearing the hexagram “Qian Is Heaven” was one of their primary targets this time.

It was said that the person inside was Su Yuanshan’s mortal enemy.

Yang Honghui immediately made a decisive call.

“Old Jin!”

“It looks like we can’t leave now!”

“You have to hold them off for me.”

“I’ll open the coffin!”

The moment he finished speaking,

the two Martial Saints on the other side, along with several Martial Venerables, all attacked at once.

“Don’t let them touch that coffin!”

Battle erupted in an instant.

Grandpa Jin roared.

His hands took on the sheen and hardness of metal and stone.

He charged forward fearlessly, abandoning all defense.

He was fighting with the intent to trade his life for theirs.

But the two Martial Saints on the opposing side had no intention of risking their lives.

They had pledged themselves to Su Yuanshan precisely so they could survive what was to come.

Naturally, they would not stake their lives against Grandpa Jin now.

As for the Martial Venerables, they were no match for Grandpa Jin at all.

For the moment, Grandpa Jin managed to hold everyone back.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Honghui used his Martial Venerable cultivation to leap up on one leg.

Then he struck the coffin lid with his palm.

The grinding sound of stone against stone rang out at once.

The faces of the people on the other side immediately turned even uglier than Grandpa Jin’s.

Two Martial Saints and six Martial Venerables on their side,

yet they had failed to stop a single Martial Saint and a crippled Martial Venerable.

One of the Martial Venerables shouted furiously,

“Is this how you intend to serve after joining us?”

“You want to put in no real effort and fool Brother Shan?”

“You’re courting death!”

The expressions of the two Martial Saints also darkened.

They had joined them in order to survive.

Of course they were unwilling to risk their lives.

But they could not say that aloud.

Otherwise, the consequences were obvious.

After the coffin was opened.

Yang Honghui sensed his body.

Just as the intelligence had said.

There was nothing left.

Only a phantom remained.

Or rather, a soul.

When Grandpa Jin saw his old comrade Yang Honghui, his weightless figure floating in the air—

His eyes immediately reddened as he said sorrowfully,

“Old Yang, may you rest in peace!”

He had wanted to say that he would soon follow him.

But then he remembered.

When he died, he would go to the underworld.

Yang Honghui, however, would have his soul scattered and vanish completely.

Looking at his grieving old comrade,

Yang Honghui said proudly,

“To die in service of Great Xia is my honor!”

“Old Jin! Your immigration to Great Xia—”

“Is also an honor to Great Xia!”

Grandpa Jin wiped away his tears.

Then he looked at the people before him and shouted,

“I’ll make them accompany you to the grave!”

With that, he charged into battle with them.

Yang Honghui floated in the sky.

Outwardly, he appeared calm.

But as he watched Grandpa Jin fight those people,

his heart was filled with profound sorrow.

“People of Great Xia have become traitors!”

“And in the end, it is Old Jin, an immigrant, who must risk his life to protect Great Xia!”

“What bitter irony!”

…

Elsewhere,

Su Yuanshan was walking step by step toward Wang Zun, intending to finish him off.

Chen Feng, who had been secretly watching the battle,

suddenly unleashed the Dragon God Art, transforming into a purple dragon-shaped shadow.

He charged at Su Yuanshan from afar.

The dragon shadow was covered by the Indestructible Golden Body.

As it surged forward, it also condensed a powerful sword aura,

using the Sixteen Deadly Swords as its vanguard.

Su Yuanshan narrowed his eyes.

He said coldly,

“You brat, you’re still alive!”

He swung a kick sideways, colliding head-on with Chen Feng.

At once, the ring of a sword echoed out, accompanied by the crack of shattering ice.

The dragon shadow dispersed.

The Indestructible Golden Body shattered.

Chen Feng coughed up blood and flew backward.

However, Su Yuanshan’s right foot, which had only recently recovered,

was severed by Chen Feng in one stroke.

The cut was clean and smooth.

Yet Su Yuanshan did not even blink.

He immediately used the Star-Sucking Art,

forcibly drawing the severed foot back onto his lower leg.

“I didn’t expect your swordsmanship to be so accomplished, kid!”

Chen Feng endured the pain and forced himself to his feet.

He looked at Su Yuanshan, his eyes full of shock.

He had never expected that, despite being so severely wounded, his opponent would still possess such terrifying strength.

Even Chen Feng, a top-tier Martial Saint, found it difficult to get close to him.

But he did not give up.

The Yi Jin Jing circulated wildly within his body,

rapidly repairing his injuries.

At the same time, his martial manifestation appeared once more.

The enormous martial phantom stood a thousand meters tall.

It had three heads and six arms, playing a zither in one hand and wielding a sword in another.

Dragon roars echoed without end.

With the Heaven-Disabling Kick crushing the earth beneath him,

Chen Feng charged at Su Yuanshan again with overwhelming might.

“All flash and no substance!”

“You’ve learned quite a few techniques!”

“You’re just as foolish as Zhang Bowen!”

“A mishmash of skills, none mastered!”

The shattered stones and chunks of ice around Su Yuanshan immediately converged toward him.

Just as he was preparing to deliver a fatal blow to this son-in-law of his,

that martial phantom suddenly collapsed at the slightest touch.

In the next instant,

he abruptly turned his head.

Only then did he discover that Wang Zun’s badly wounded body had vanished from where it had been.

“I was actually fooled by a feint.”

Su Yuanshan gave a self-mocking smile.

He slowly sat down on a rock,

then drew a weary breath.

And waited for the next enemy to come.

Chen Feng ran all the way out of the Kunlun Mountains

and arrived at the Martial Arts Association in Kunlun City.

He hurriedly laid Wang Zun down and dripped his own blood into Wang Zun’s mouth.

“Keep a close watch on the old man!”

With that, he shot off like lightning, charging once more toward the Kunlun Mountains.

Only then did the personnel left behind at the Martial Arts Association react.

As they looked at Wang Zun lying on the ground, with only one leg still intact,

their faces were filled with shock.

From the earlier surveillance footage of the Kunlun Mountains, they had learned that Wang Zun had advanced to the rank of Martial God.

However, they had lost the feed during his final battle with Su Yuanshan.

Yet Wang Zun had ended up like this, sent back by the Great Xia hero.

It seemed highly likely that Su Yuanshan had won.

A feeling known as despair began to spread through their hearts.

Meanwhile,

near the Four Symbols Heavenly Chasm,

Yin Hu found another forbidden site.

Using the same method as before, she bit through a hill in a single bite,

then tore apart the formation’s restrictions.

The next moment,

a stone lion appeared at the center of the formation.