252: Chapter 252 Quite Bold

Valley Master Qin Cangyan no longer hesitated as the Cangyan Saber flipped in his hand, the azure flames on the blade suddenly surging and transforming into an azure blade aura several zhang long.

Within the blade aura, countless resentful souls were faintly churning and roaring; those were the lingering obsessions of the dead souls who had died under this blade over countless years, now reawakened by his spiritual power to form an even more terrifying might.

His figure pressed forward, and the Cangyan Saber was held high above his head, the blade aura tearing through the air and fiercely slashing down toward Lu Jinghan's direction.

Before this slash could even fall, that world-destroying coercion had already blown away all the shop signs on both sides of the street, and the bluestone ground collapsed inch by inch under the pressure of the blade aura, forming a depression several zhang in radius.

Sun Mingcheng was pressed by that pressure to the point where he could barely breathe, his legs turning weak; if not for Lu Jinghan blocking in front of him, he would have already collapsed to the ground.

The longsword in Duan Xinghe's embrace emitted an unprecedentedly sharp hum—that was the instinctive Battle Intent and warning when facing a formidable enemy far surpassing oneself.

At the very instant when the blade aura was about to fall, Valley Master Qin Cangyan's figure abruptly paused.

His pupils contracted violently, and the blade aura on the Cangyan Saber stopped abruptly less than three chi above Lu Jinghan's head.

It was not that he withdrew his hand, but rather that his body was firmly locked down by an extremely terrifying coercion, to the extent that he could not even move a single finger.

That was the coercion of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and there was more than one.

Three coercions of the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence descended from the sky simultaneously, pressing down on his shoulders like three towering mountains at the same time, causing even the circulation of his spiritual power to stagnate.

Three ripples suddenly appeared in the Void Realm above the street.

Three figures slowly stepped out from the ripples: one wore green robes with a sword on his back and had a lean face; another wore grey robes, cradled a sword, and had white hair and a beard; the other was also dressed in Kunlun attire with an aura as deep as an abyss.

The three of them stood within the Void Realm, overlooking Valley Master Qin Cangyan from above with gazes as calm as if they were examining an already entombed corpse.

Elder Cangwu stood with his hands behind his back, his voice plain yet carrying an unquestionable majesty, slowly echoing in the silent street: "You have quite some nerve daring to touch a Kunlun Disciple of mine."

The three coercions of the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence hung heavily over the sky above the street in front of Laifu Inn like three insurmountable mountain ranges.

The entire street fell into a death-like silence in that instant, and the watching Cultivators even forgot to breathe.

The first to break the silence was Wu Zhengyuan, the City Lord of Huaiyang City, who stood on the flying eaves of the street corner restaurant.

He abruptly snapped out of his shock and blurted out: "Kunlun Undergoing Tribulation! They are Kunlun Elders!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd watching on both sides of the street instantly boiled over.

Those Loose Cultivators who had originally been shivering behind shop door panels, along with informants sent by various factions to gather news, all let out suppressed exclamations.

"How could Kunlun Elders appear here? Those are experts of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, who usually see their heads but never their tails, yet three of them have come all at once today!"

"Didn't you hear what that green-robed Elder said just now? Daring to touch my Kunlun Disciple—so those few young people turned out to be Kunlun Disciples! No wonder, no wonder they could block an attack from the Mahayana Stage with the Void Refinement Stage, Kunlun Disciples truly live up to their reputation!"

"Now there's a good show to watch! Five of the Mahayana Stage against three of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, Valley Master Qin Cangyan's arrogance has come to an end!"

An elderly white-haired Cultivator stroked his beard and sighed, his eyes holding both emotion and a bit of schadenfreude.

Representatives of several factions on good terms with the Sun Family let out long sighs of relief.

They had wanted to help just now but lacked the capability, having to watch helplessly as Clan Head Sun Henian was heavily injured and repelled by Valley Master Qin Cangyan, feeling extremely stifled in their hearts.

Seeing the Kunlun Elders appear at this moment, that long-suppressed gloomy breath was finally able to be released.

A middle-aged clan head who had a deep friendship with Clan Head Sun Henian was even so excited that his eye sockets turned red, and he muttered: "The Sun Family is saved..."

City Lord Wu Zhengyuan stood on the flying eaves, his expression changing several times before he finally suppressed the shock in his heart and made a gesture to the few guards behind him.

The guards understood and quietly retreated from the crowd; since today's matter involved Kunlun and Cangyan Valley, it was no longer something that a mere City Lord of Huaiyang City could interfere with.

The only thing he could do was send people on fast horses to report the news to the higher-level Sect that Huaiyang City belonged to, asking those big figures who could truly call the shots to make a decision.

Meanwhile, by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, Zheng Lingfeng's expression turned pale as paper in an instant.

His hands tightly grasped the window lattice, his knuckles cracking loudly, and his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

He never could have imagined that Kunlun Elders would actually appear in Huaiyang City, and three of them had come at once.

The Mahayana Stage against the Tribulation Transcendence Stage—what spanned between Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence was an almost insurmountable chasm; this battle was already lost before it even began.

He gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Damn it, why are there Kunlun people everywhere?"

At the same time, in the shadow of the street corner, Yun Tianxiang slowly retracted the right foot he had stepped half a step out with.

He had originally prepared to make a move, but the appearance of the three Tribulation Transcendence Elders caused him to suppress his impulse.

His gaze swept past Elder Cangwu and the other two, landing on Valley Master Qin Cangyan, before shifting to that pale face by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, a glint of biting cold flashing through those dark eyes.

Zheng Lingfeng, your backing is probably no longer enough.

But he did not show himself, remaining hidden within the shadows; what he was waiting for was Mu Mingfeng, as Zheng Lingfeng was merely a small fish, and the real big fish was still hidden behind the scenes.

Right at this moment, a somewhat hurried sound of footsteps came from the other end of the street.

Great Master Changming parted the watching crowd and walked quickly to the front.

His alchemist robe still had a few fragments of Spirit Medicine leaves attached to it, clearly having rushed over hurriedly from the Spirit Medicine market without even having time to tidy up his robes.

Behind him, Changming Lingxi trotted along out of breath; upon receiving the news, she had immediately rushed back to Yuelan Dojo and dragged her grandfather out without saying another word.

Great Master Changming had originally been comprehending the insights into the Dao of alchemy gained from his exchanges with Zhou Tianchen over the past few days. The profound crux regarding the dual Yin and Yang attributes of Alchemical Fire was repeatedly revolving in his mind, giving him a faint epiphany that he was about to touch a Bottleneck, and he had been somewhat displeased when interrupted by his granddaughter.

But when he saw clearly those opposing figures on the street, his footsteps abruptly stopped.

His gaze first fell upon Valley Master Qin Cangyan, then on the unburned third Talisman in Lu Jinghan's hand, and finally upon those three figures in the Void Realm whose auras were as deep as an abyss. A complex expression surfaced on his aged face, containing both worry and a hint of relief.

"Grandfather! Quickly help Brother Zhou and the others!" Changming Lingxi tugged at his sleeve and urged anxiously.

Great Master Changming slowly shook his head instead, patted his granddaughter's back of the hand, and said in a gentle and calm voice: "There's no need. With those three around, there's no use for this old bones of mine."

Although he said so on the surface, a wave of considerable turbulence still stirred within his heart.