Looking closely at his garb, feeling his aura-qi, Ah Hu’s gaze grew even colder.
The newcomer, was clearly of the Sacred Sun Clan.
This middle-aged man appraised Ah Hu, “I have heard of you before, a little thug always following Yan Zhaoge. However, it was fine when you were still a Martial Scholar. Now that you are already a Martial Grandmaster, you are actually still willing to be the retainer of a Martial Scholar?”
“Utterly ridiculous! Don’t you know that you can already create a sect of your own, leading to the rise of a new second-rate power?”
Ah Hu hooked his ear with his fingers, then pointed, “What I do-what do you care?”
The Sacred Sun Clan Martial Grandmaster laughed coldly, “While our Sacred Sun Clan said not to start a conflict with Broad Creed Mountain over this period of time, this does not include the seeking out of fortune.”
“You should be new to the Martial Grandmaster realm, no? Well, let me give you a lesson today-consider it a welcome.”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 238: You again?
HSSB238: You again?
Having finished speaking, this Sacred Sun Clan Martial Grandmaster did not hesitate, directly hitting out with a palm.
A fierce light instantly surfaced on his palm, the illusory heaven and earth formed of his aura-qi condensing into glowing spirit soil.
A Heaven Striking Palm, resembling the descent of the great sun, instantly illuminated the entire area as it descended towards Ah Hu.
Ah Hu smiled savagely, his entire body’s aura-qi surging as strong black winds surfaced, his entire person resembling a human hurricane, a black storm that obscured the heavens and covered the earth wherever it went, as the very sunlight seemed to have dimmed.
“Indeed of Black Nightmare Mountain’s direct lineage,” His opponent smiled coldly, “But even if it is Black Nightmare Mountain, so what?”
Saying thus, his Heaven Striking Palm clenched and unclenched, forcibly meeting Ah Hu’s Ghost Tiger Divine Claw head-on.
The Sacred Sun Clan Martial Grandmaster chuckled, “A Martial Grandmaster being a retainer-do you think that your master is a Martial Saint? What a joke!”
He unclenched his fingers, five golden lights surging into existence, seemingly transforming into a massive golden palm which slammed out towards Ah Hu.
Baring his teeth, overflowing with brutality, Ah Hu asked, “Is it not you who are treating yourself as a Martial Saint?”
Saying thus, Ah Hu interlocked his claws, ten strong gusts of wind abruptly slicing out, slicing apart the very air before him.
That massive golden palm was immediately sliced to pieces, turning into streaks of light that were extinguished within the air, as though they were ripped apart.
Ah Hu abruptly crouched, then leapt, resembling a ferocious tiger out of a cage as he was instantly before his opponent.
One hand clawing for the throat, one hand clawing for the chest, he was filled with killing intent, as his enemy could only feel a chill penetrating into his very bones.
The Martial Grandmaster of the Sacred Sun Clan was shocked, “What fierce power-how come it feels comparable to Tang Yonghao having newly ascended into the Martial Grandmaster realm?”
But, how was this possible?
What kind of figure was Tang Yonghao?
After all, in the Fire Domain, in the hearts of most Sacred Sun Clan martial practitioners, Tang Yonghao was indisputably the number one person of the Eight Extremities World’s younger generation!
Even if he couldn’t compare to Yan Di’s complete dominance in the past, Tang Yonghao was also the most outstanding martial practitioner of his generation.
In the Heavenly Connection Meet, Tang Yonghao had defeated the Seven Seas Young Master Song Chao, the leading figure of the younger generation of the Sacred Sun Clan’s longtime enemy, Jade Sea City.
While he had fought to a draw with Broad Creed Mountain’s Xu Fei later on, and was also overshadowed by Yan Zhaoge who suddenly sprung up to prominence from nowhere, Tang Yonghao was indisputably an elite of the current younger generation, a genius amongst geniuses.
Geniuses had different benchmarks from normal people, and if levels were drawn for geniuses and monstrous figures, Tang Yonghao would still be a peak figure who presided over those of the same generation.
This Martial Grandmaster of the Sacred Sun Clan even doubted his own judgement a little at this moment.
This foolish looking big guy following Yan Zhaoge around all day long like an attendant actually had strength comparable to Tang Yonghao’s?
How laughable!
In the War of the Eastern Tang that year, when Ah Hu had still been a Xiantian Martial Scholar, he had once battled with martial practitioners of the Sacred Sun Clan.
However, comparing it with back then, this Sacred Sun Clan martial practitioner discovered that Ah Hu’s combat prowess at the same cultivation level was actually clearly even stronger than before!
“A ghost in broad daylight!” This Martial Grandmaster grit his teeth, executing the Leap of the Rising Sun, barely dodging Ah Hu’s twin claws.
However, Ah Hu’s speed was clearly faster than his opponent’s, immediately following up with another claw, directly clawing towards the crown of his opponent’s head!
His opponent was also a veteran of a hundred battles, instantly not daring to continue fighting on as he saw this situation.
The Heaven Striking Palm was a momentum-based suppressive martial art that grew smoother and smoother the more it hit, unceasingly expanding one’s advantage. However, once the advantage was overturned, it would instead only grow more and more disadvantageous for the user.
This Martial Grandmaster of the Sacred Sun Clan calmed his heart, immediately switching from the Heaven Striking Palm to the Sunset Thousand Illusory Palms, fighting a protracted battle with Ah Hu with lithe and graceful changes in technique.
Illuminated by the light of sunset, the primordial forest was instantly painted the colour of twilight.
However, having gained the upper hand, Ah Hu was unforgiving in his momentum, his movements as unpredictable as a phantom’s, demonstrating a deep understanding of the essence of the Ghost Tiger Divine Claw as his claw attacks were violent and ferocious to the extreme, seemingly able to rip the very space apart.
That Sacred Sun Clan Martial Grandmaster was beat by him into constant retreat, barely managing to hold on.
If not for Ah Hu still splitting up a portion of his attention to stay vigilant of potential enemies in the surroundings, his opponent would long since have died by his claws!
As the two clashed, the surrounding area was directly levelled as countless towering trees that soared up to the heavens fell, either burnt to ashes or sliced into shattered fragments.
A glow emanated around Yan Zhaoge’s body as he was enveloped by the restrictions of fist-intent left behind by Loose Practitioner He.
Affected by the aftershocks by the fight between the two Martial Grandmasters, some marks appeared in the originally formless fist-intent restrictions.
Having been enveloped by the restrictions from Loose Practitioner He’s fist-intent, while Yan Zhaoge’s path to the thatched hut was blocked off, it also protected him from being affected by the ongoing fight, able to focus his mind on breaking the restrictions.
Yan Zhaoge could feel the restrictions of fist-intent before him currently relaxing unceasingly as it weakened naturally.
These restrictions of fist-intent were more or less connected to this foreign dimension, and with the spiritual qi here deteriorating and the entire space moving towards destruction, it was also affected by this to some extent.
Yan Zhaoge was currently in a race against time, having to break the restrictions and get what he wanted before this foreign dimension collapsed.
As time passed, Yan Zhaoge got closer and closer to the thatched hut.
Finally, the immortal crane silhouette above the thatched hut let out a long cry before gradu
ally dissipating.
The world before Yan Zhaoge suddenly relaxed as no more obstructions existed before him, with him able to directly rush towards the thatched hut.
But just at that instant where the restrictions of fist-intent completely vanished, in the distance, a powerful aura suddenly appeared!
Quick as flashing lightning, a figure rushed towards the thatched hut!
It was also a Martial Grandmaster, who had been waiting for Yan Zhaoge to break the restrictions before making his move.
Ah Hu had always been on his guard for such a situation, as with a roar that shocked the very heavens and caused the earth to quake, his entire person blocked the other party’s path like a raging hurricane, stopping his forward momentum with a single punch!
That Sacred Sun Clan Martial Grandmaster wanted to make a move, but Ah Hu had not forgotten about him.
Interlocking his palms, wind howled madly as Ah Hu’s fist-intent spread completely outwards, transforming into a storm that enveloped the entire surrounding area, completely obscuring the surroundings of the thatched hut.
Combatting two with his own power, forcibly shaking the attacks of the two Martial Grandmasters, as both were unable to approach the thatched hut by a single step.
Yan Zhaoge entered the thatched hut, as what first entered his eyes was a snowy white cloak, sewed completely of the feathers of cranes.
The cloak of crane feathers hung within the room, as on a short table beneath were placed a few items.
Yan Zhaoge saw the Life Illuminating Immortal Stone amongst them with a single glance.
However, as he approached the short table, the cloak of crane feathers suddenly shook and expanded, resembling an immortal crane flashing its feathers as countless strong winds gusted towards Yan Zhaoge, making it difficult for him to approach.
Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, the purplish-green light of thunder flickering within his right eye as it held off the strong winds, before he reached out for the things on that short table.
Just at this time, Ah Hu’s enraged roar resounded from outside!
Then, a dim light flickered at the door of the room, soundlessly stabbing towards Yan Zhaoge’s back!
“You again?” Yan Zhaoge raised his brows.
The attacker was none other than that Martial Grandmaster who had ambushed and nearly killed him back in the devilish formation at Clear Concealed Lake!
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 239: Dark Light Sword, Immortal Crane Wings
HSSB239: Dark Light Sword, Immortal Crane Wings
Within Yan Zhaoge’s vision, a black figure flickered, foreign yet familiar.
Saying that it was foreign was because he had only seen it twice before.
Saying that it was familiar was because Yan Zhaoge had previously experienced the aura of death at this sword.
The newcomer wore a jet-black mask as well as a hood, his entire body swathed in a black cloak, resembling dark clouds pressuring a city.
The only light from his entire body was from that pair of yellowed pupils which emanated a bloodred light, as well as the dim sword-light shining in his hands!
Yet another soundless sword, seemingly holding no presence at all, stabbed towards Yan Zhaoge.
As compared to the ambush back in the devilish domain at Clear Concealed Lake, the black-robed man’s movements having already been exposed by Ah Hu, he didn’t have to move so covertly this time, as his attack was even swifter and fiercer than before!
Like a jet-black bolt of lightning, the dim sword light stabbed towards Yan Zhaoge.
The Eye of the Thunder Emperor of Yan Zhaoge’s right eye was currently entangling with the cloak of crane feathers in mid-air.
The attack of the black-robed Martial Grandmaster came precisely when Yan Zhaoge had split up his strength, fast, precise, vicious!
Wanting to condemn Yan Zhaoge to death with a single strike!
Like rumbling thunder, Yan Zhaoge raised his speed to the maximum, speedily flashing to the side.
In terms of speed and movement techniques, Yan Zhaoge was superior to the most outstanding Heavenly Thunder Hall martial practitioners at the same cultivation level, and even by quite a bit!
While the newcomer was a Martial Grandmaster, with it not being a covert assassination, Yan Zhaoge managed to successfully evade his sword.
However, his swords came each one faster than the previous, dim light flickering as his sword-light chased after Yan Zhaoge in hot pursuit.
The other party’s attacks didn’t have momentum that soared up to the heavens like Ah Hu and the others, whose surroundings were in chaos as they hit out with their palms, the rocks and mountains of the great earth where they were all shattered into smithereens.
However, that sword-light which seemed weak and dim actually seemed to have an extremely fearsome power hidden within.
Yan Zhaoge did not doubt in the least that if he was stabbed by this sword-light, his fleshly body that had been ceaselessly tempered and strengthened by the Tough Rhino Demonic Fist and the Ocean Stabilising Spirit Fist would be pierced through in an instant without question.
He had already recognised the martial arts that the other party cultivated in.
Dark Light Killing Art, with one’s power focused in a single line, incomparably refined and indestructible, the aura-qi condensed to the point where its light, sound as well as presence could be concealed, resembling the self-obscuring of a divine object.
It was only when it reaped an opponent’s life that it would erupt with brightness.
What Yan Zhaoge was especially wary of was that his opponent’s current weapon was a low-grade spirit artifact.
Yan Zhaoge had many low-grade spirit artifacts, more than any other Martial Scholar had.
These were mostly spoils of war that he had obtained from his enemies.
However, the problem was that the past owners of these spoils of war had mostly been Martial Scholars like Yan Zhaoge.
And Martial Scholars were actually unable to fully draw out the power of spirit artifacts!
It was different for Martial Grandmasters. Even though the opponent before him was only at the first level of the Martial Grandmaster realm, with a cultivation of the early Spirit Vessel stage, with a low-grade spirit artifact on hand, he was like a tiger given wings!
A spirit artifact in the hands of a Martial Grandmaster and a spirit artifact in the hands of a Martial Scholar were two completely different concepts altogether.
This black-robed Martial Grandmaster moved, not saying a single word as he executed his Dark Light Killing Art to the point of perfection, also completely unleashing the power of the spirit artifact sword in his hands.
The sword-light was dim, seemingly looking weak and gloomy, but each sword was faster than the previous, stronger than the previous, attacking towards Yan Zhaoge with a momentum of a chain of mountains toppling a sea!
The Eye of the Thunder Emperor fragment temporarily entangled with the cloak of crane feathers, Yan Zhaoge did not have it easy against the opponent before him.
Outside the hut, the enraged Ah Hu expanded his full power, wanting to rush in.
However, while his opponents were not all from the same place, they all worked together at this moment as though by a tacit agreement to clamp down on Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu who had held the initiative.
Ah Hu was similarly a Martial Grandmaster now, as the power of his Black Nightmare Armour was completely unleashed, dark clouds roiling and black wind roaring as the big guy resembled a lord of the devils.
Yan Zhaoge had also handed the mid-grade spirit artifact, the Hidden Clear Sunlight Sabre, to Ah Hu.
While as a Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmaster, Ah Hu was unable to completely draw out its power, he could already wield a portion of it.
While Ah Hu did not cultivate in the sabre, he currently wielded the Hidden Clear Sunlight Sabre with his qi, concealing it within the black storm formed of his fist-intent.
The spirit artifact sabre mix
ed with the sharp daggers of wind, causing enemies to be hard pressed to defend against them.
However, Ah Hu’s opponents also had spirit artifacts on them. Other than the two Martial Grandmasters at the start, another Martial Grandmaster very quickly joined in as well.
Faced with their collective attacks, Ah Hu remained undaunted, with him even getting more and more of an upper hand as time went by, causing his three opponents to feel shocked and afraid.
It was only that, entangled by these three opponents, Ah Hu would not be able to rush into the thatched hut to reinforce Yan Zhaoge within a short period of time.
Ah Hu was frustrated to the extreme, “Other than Young Master’s, there should be another door here. People of so many different places actually came.”
“Right, there was possibly only that spying Martial Scholar at the beginning. Realising that he was not our match, he leaked out the news, attracting all these people over!”
Within the thatched hut, wearing the Lofty Mountain Armour, Yan Zhaoge was in a protracted battle with the black-robed Martial Grandmaster.
Looking within his yellowed pupils that emanated a bloodred light, other than coldness, Yan Zhaoge could also see resentment.
Within the thatched hut, Yan Zhaoge was in an intense battle with the masked Decimating Abyss martial practitioner, while outside of it, the four Martial Grandmasters was fighting an even more heated battle that caused the heavens to roil and the earth to overturn.
If not for that cloak of crane feathers within the thatched hut which vaguely seemed to be protecting it, this place would long since have been levelled by their fight.
With so many Martial Grandmasters here, all the Martial Scholars who had entered this foreign dimension all wisely retreated.
Perhaps there were some rare, precious treasures here, but with such a situation, it was most likely out of their reach.
If they got swept up in a battle between Martial Grandmasters, they might not even know how they died afterwards.
However, there was one exception.
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