167: Chapter 164 The Great Battle Three Days Later!

"Sect Master Wang."

Chen Heng stood up and bowed slightly to Wang Ming.

Wang Ming was the number one powerhouse in the Desolate Province and the protector of the Human Race. Regardless of seniority or strength, he deserved this bow.

"No need for formalities."

Wang Ming waved his hand, but his gaze went straight past Chen Heng and landed on Chen Zhiwen.

His eyes were deeper than the night, and the emotions contained within were extremely complex.

There was admiration and amazement, but more than that, it was a heavy pressure.

"The matter has been settled."

Wang Ming did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

His voice was low and powerful. Every word seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, echoing in the silent courtyard.

"The North Sea Demon Clan has already agreed to your request."

"Their army will immediately stop attacking and retreat one hundred miles."

Chen Zhiwen and Chen Heng looked at each other and saw a trace of relief in each other's eyes.

This was undoubtedly the best news.

The Human Race could finally catch its breath for a moment.

"However..."

Wang Ming changed the subject, and the atmosphere in the courtyard, which had just eased, instantly tightened again.

"They also put forward a condition."

"Three days later, five Old Ancestors from the North Sea Demon Clan will personally come to our Zetian Sect."

Wang Ming looked at Chen Zhiwen and said word by word.

"They said they want to... request a demonstration of your high techniques."

Request a demonstration of your high techniques.

These four words were said nonchalantly, but what they contained was undisguised Battle Intent and provocation!

Chen Heng's brows instantly furrowed tightly.

There was no surprise on Chen Zhiwen's face; instead, he revealed a faint smile.

"As expected."

He picked up his wine cup, filled it for himself, and filled it for Wang Ming.

"Since they want to see, I will let them see enough."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an inherent confidence that looked down upon the world.

During the day, he was able to face five enemies alone and suppress five Great Grandmasters from Great Chu, Great Yan, and others.

Now, what is there to fear if five more Old Ancestors from the Yao Race come?

Watching Chen Zhiwen's indifferent appearance, Wang Ming did not feel relieved; instead, the grave look on his face became even more intense.

He silently picked up his wine cup and drank it in one gulp. The spicy wine went down his throat, but it could not suppress the heaviness in his heart.

"Zhiwen, I know that your battle today showed world-covering Divine Might."

"On my way back, I already heard about your heroic feat of fighting Chu Chaosheng and the other four alone."

Wang Ming put down his wine cup, his voice becoming extremely serious.

"But, you must never be careless!"

"You today defeated five people who seemed powerful, but among them, only Chu Chaosheng and Fang Tao are true Late-stage Grandmasters."

"The other three have merely just entered the Late Stage, their Foundation is still shallow."

Chen Zhiwen heard this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and waited for the rest.

He knew that what Wang Ming said next would be the real key.

Wang Ming took a deep breath, as if the words that followed were a huge pressure even for himself.

"And the five Old Ancestors from the North Sea Demon Clan who will come in three days are the true Peak existences within the North Sea Demon Clan!"

"As far as I know, among those five, four have reached the Late-stage Grandmaster cultivation level, and have been immersed in this Realm for hundreds of years. Their strength is far beyond what Chu Chaosheng and the others can compare to!"

"As for the last one..."

Wang Ming's voice paused, and a flash of unprecedented wariness appeared in his eyes.

"It is the Old Ancestor of the Biyou Flood Dragon Clan, Ao Shang."

"This demon, as early as three hundred years ago, had already stepped into... the Peak Grandmaster Realm!"

Boom!

Peak Grandmaster!

These five words were like an invisible, ancient divine mountain, crashing down, causing the air in the entire courtyard to freeze!

Chen Heng's face instantly turned deathly pale!

As a Late-stage Grandmaster, he knew best that the gap between the Late Stage and the Peak, which seemed like just one step away, was actually a huge chasm like a natural moat!

That was a completely different level of life!

"The Yao Race is different from our Human Race."

Wang Ming's voice became increasingly heavy.

"They have long Lifespans and possess unique Physical Body and innate Divine Ability."

"That Ao Shang was already a Peak Grandmaster powerhouse three hundred years ago. Now, three hundred years later, when I saw him in the North Sea this time, I only felt that he... was even more unfathomable."

"He stood there like an abyss, making it impossible to see the bottom."

Wang Ming looked at Chen Zhiwen, his eyes filled with a trace of apology and helplessness.

"To tell you the truth, Zhiwen."

"Even for me, I do not have absolute certainty that I can take on Ao Shang alone, plus the combined efforts of the other four Late-stage Grandmaster demon ancestors."

These words were undoubtedly earth-shattering!

One must know that Wang Ming is the recognized number one powerhouse in the Desolate Province!

If even he said such things, then to what terrifying extent were the five upcoming Old Ancestors of the Yao Race?

The smile on Chen Zhiwen's face slowly faded and was replaced by an unprecedented gravity.

He took a deep breath and sighed inwardly: "He is indeed very strong..."

Yes, Chen Zhiwen had absolute confidence in his own strength. He believed that within the same Realm, he was absolutely an invincible existence.

However, this did not mean that he could underestimate the enemy before him.

He could rely on the many trump cards in his hands to contend with a Peak Grandmaster powerhouse, and might even be able to defeat him.

But what if four more Late-stage Grandmaster powerhouses who had been immersed for many years were added?

Thinking of this, Chen Zhiwen's brows furrowed tightly. He finally realized that he seemed to have underestimated the North Sea Demon Clan, which had inherited its Legacy for eternal years.

The North Sea Demon Clan, this mysterious group entrenched in the North Sea, had been confronting the Human Race for countless years. Their Foundation was far deeper than Chen Zhiwen had imagined.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, he did not know when.

The night became deeper and more oppressive.

After a long time, Chen Zhiwen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and all the gravity in his eyes turned into monstrous Battle Intent!

That was a kind of dominance that became stronger when encountering the strong and never retreated!

"I understand."

He looked at Wang Ming and nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for the reminder, Sect Master Wang."

Wang Ming saw the flames reignited in his eyes, feeling slightly relieved, but his anxiety remained undiminished.

He patted Chen Zhiwen on the shoulder, a thousand words finally turning into a sigh.

"Prepare well for these three days."

"When the time comes, no matter what, I will fight side by side with you."

After speaking, Wang Ming did not linger. His figure flashed and turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the night.

He had to go back and make full preparations.

The battle three days later not only concerned the life and death of Chen Zhiwen, but also the balance between the entire Human Race and the Yao Race!

After Wang Ming left, Chen Heng looked at his junior, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but did not know where to start.

In the end, he just sighed heavily.

"Zhiwen, be careful with everything."

"Old Ancestor... is going into seclusion."

He tightly held the Jade Slip recording the Soul Tempering Undying Scripture and turned to leave.

He knew that any comforting words at this moment were pale.

The only thing he could do was to improve his strength as quickly as possible.

Even if he could only improve a little bit, perhaps in three days, he could share a little more pressure for Chen Zhiwen.

Soon, only Chen Zhiwen was left in the courtyard.

He sat quietly by the stone table, as if he were the only one left in the whole world.

The night wind blew his robes, making them rustle, but he did not care at all.

His gaze was deep and calm, like the stars in the night sky, bright and distant.

However, beneath this calm surface, there was a pressure as surging as the tide.

But he was not knocked down by this pressure; instead, he straightened his spine, welcoming this powerful force.

The path of Cultivate is inherently a road full of thorns and challenges.

Competing with heaven, fighting with earth, battling with people, every step is full of difficulties and obstacles.

But Chen Zhiwen was not afraid at all, because he knew that only by experiencing these hardships could he truly step onto the Peak of martial arts.

"Peak Grandmaster... Ao Shang..." He whispered the name, a brilliant flash of light appearing in his eyes.

This name represented the existence at the pinnacle of the Desolate Province, a goal that countless Martial Artist dreamed of. And now, Chen Zhiwen had to face this powerful opponent directly.

"Very well." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile, "Let me see what kind of scenery this so-called Peak of the Desolate Province really is!"

He slowly stood up, his tall figure appearing exceptionally straight under the moonlight.

His gaze swept across this quiet courtyard, as if to engrave everything here in his heart.

"Three days..." He said in a low voice, "It is enough."

Before the words fell, he took a step out, his figure like lightning, instantly disappearing from where he was.

Only a breeze was left, gently blowing over the stone table, as if telling the story of his departure.

He did not return to his room, but went directly to the closed-door cultivation secret chamber prepared for him by the Zetian Sect.

He wanted to completely fill his only shortcoming within the next three days!

The path of Soul Refining, break through the Realm!

Step into, the Great Grandmaster Realm!

...

That very night when Chen Zhiwen chose to go into seclusion.

An invisible storm, centered on the North Sea, swept crazily across the entire Desolate Province continent.

"Have you heard? The Fifth Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, Chen Zhiwen, will fight the five great demon ancestors of our North Sea alone at the Zetian Sect in three days!"

"What? Really? Although Chen Zhiwen is strong, he is too arrogant! With all five great demon ancestors appearing, who can stop them?"

"This matter is absolutely true! It was said by our Old Ancestor himself! This battle will determine the future direction of our Yao Race and the Human Race!"

Under the deliberate promotion of the North Sea Demon Clan, this news seemed to have grown wings, spreading to every corner of the Desolate Province at an incredible speed.

From the bustling imperial capital of the Imperial Dynasty, to the remote Sect small town.

From the high and mighty Cultivator, to the peddlers and pawns in the mundane world.

Everyone was stunned and shaken by this news!

When the Great Chu Dynasty Old Ancestor Chu Chaosheng heard this news, he was stunned for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha! Good! Good!"

"Truly, there is a path to heaven you do not take, and you break into Hell where there is no door!"

"Chen Zhiwen, oh Chen Zhiwen, do you think that defeating a few of us makes you invincible in the world?"

"Those five old monsters from the North Sea are not comparable to us! Especially Ao Shang... Hehe, this time, let's see if you don't die!"

The humiliation he suffered during the day seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.

In the Great Yan Dynasty, Fang Tao also received the same news, a cruel sneer appearing on his face.

For a time, all forces with grudges against Chen Zhiwen began to stir, gloating, preparing to watch a huge show.

And the Great Yu Dynasty, which was on good terms with the Great Xuan Dynasty, and those Human Race Cultivator who admired Chen Zhiwen, were all worried, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

"Too impulsive! His Highness Chen's move is truly too impulsive!"

"Fighting five alone... and the opponents are the high-end combat power of the North Sea Demon Clan, this... this is simply a hopeless situation with ten deaths and no life!"

"Could it be that the glimmer of hope that our Human Race just ignited is about to be extinguished?"

Pessimistic emotions spread rapidly like a plague in the hearts of many Human Race Cultivator.

However, regardless of the reaction from the outside world, whether gloating or worried and anxious, an unstoppable trend had already quietly formed.

Countless powerhouses, as if drawn by an invisible force, began to take action one after another. Among them, some Human Race old monsters had long ignored worldly affairs and had been immersed in closed-door Cultivate.

But at this moment, they all walked out of their places of seclusion, looking far towards the direction of the Zetian Sect, their eyes revealing an indescribable and complex emotion.

At the same time, those young Prodigy in the Yao Race with noble Bloodline and innate talent also transformed into human forms, resolutely leaving the North Sea, and embarked on the road to the Zetian Sect.

Their hearts were filled with curiosity and expectation, wanting to witness with their own eyes what kind of shocking demeanor this legendary Human Race Prodigy had.

Not only that, the spies and experts from various Sect and various Imperial Dynasty, as if they had smelled some important information, also flocked to the same destination like birds returning to their nests.

Zetian Sect! This name was thunderous. It was like an insurmountable high mountain, proudly standing at the Peak of the Desolate Province, having experienced the baptism of countless years, yet remained as firm as a rock.

However, at this very moment, this once unreachable Holy Land had suddenly become the focus of the entire world.

It was as if a violent wind had suddenly risen, starting from the most subtle places, and quickly swept across the entire Desolate Province.

This wind started from the end of the green duckweed, seemingly insignificant, but it contained endless power and variables.

A world-shaking battle that would determine the future pattern of the Desolate Province, amidst this surging wind and clouds, quietly opened its prelude.

The entire Desolate Province was shrouded in this storm, and people's moods also became grave and tense.

They were waiting, waiting for that decisive moment to arrive.

Three days later, it would be the day of this Peak showdown.

On that day, Chen Zhiwen and the five great Great Grandmasters of the North Sea Yao Race would fight it out at the Peak of the Zetian Sect. Their victory or defeat would not only concern their own honor and disgrace, but also influence the future direction of the entire Desolate Province.

This was destined to be a fierce battle recorded in history; regardless of the winner or loser, they would leave a heavy stroke in the long river of history.

And the entire Desolate Province was silently waiting for that soul-stirring moment, waiting to witness the glory and tragedy of this Peak showdown.