History's Strongest Senior Brother c1-1474

by 八月飞鹰, Ba Yue Fei Ying, August Eagle

  Old Man Wei grit his teeth, roaring as some sigils flashed within his pupils.

  As the sigils shone, streams of light flickered into existence in the air above Labour Wind City, intersecting as they swiftly came together to form a massive spirit formation.

  Beneath the roiling power of the formation, Old Man Wei had his strength boosted such that his Heavenly Descending Avatar which had nearly been crushed by Yan Zhaoge with a single palm regained its stability once more.

  If someone had said to Old Man Wei earlier that not only would he be unable to beat a youth who was not yet even thirty, he would even have to rely on his guardian grand formation to preserve his life, the old man would definitely have spat straight into that person’s face.

  Now, however, he was only afraid of one thing, that his Family’s formation still might not be strong enough!

  As Old Man Wei activated his Family’s guardian grand formation, a spirit bracelet on his wrist also lit up, additional streams of spiritual qi boosting his strength.

  Boosted by the high-grade spirit artifact, not only did Old Man Wei feel his strength temporarily rising, even his control of the guardian grand formation grew much easier as well.

  Seeing this scene, Yan Zhaoge did not stop as his palm continued descending like the collapsing of the sky.

  He seemed to completely ignore Old Man Wei’s actions, merely taking a single step forward.

  While it was merely just a simple step, changes in spacetime actually seemed to occur beneath Yan Zhaoge’s feet at this moment.

  The grand formation that enveloped Labour Wind City actually slowed in its circulation for a time.

  Spirit patterns now lit up on the ground, resembling a long snake which had its tail trodden on by Yan Zhaoge.

  Yan Zhaoge smiled as he strode forth once more, directly arriving before Old Man Wei.

  That upraised palm now mightily descended!

  The high-grade spirit artifact, shattered!

  The Heavenly Descending Avatar, shattered!

  Old Man Wei gazed despairingly ahead at that unceasingly descending palm which seemed to obstruct his vision along with the sky. He wanted to struggle in resistance, yet discovered that his body was actually completely unable to move.

  “All stop for me!” A roar suddenly resounded far away in the distance, instantly arriving nearby!

  That voice shocked the entire Labour Wind City such that it seemingly shuddered, everyone within the city feeling dizzy as the world seemed to be spinning around them.

  The faces of Feng Yunsheng, Ah Hu and Zhang Qiansong all turned slightly solemn, “Martial Saint!”

  All-encompassing flames seemed to start blazing in the horizon, instantly encompassing half the sky before pressuring towards Labour Wind City.

  The green flames were brutal and tyrannical as they pierced through the air, causing everyone in Labour Wind City to feel restless as if their bodies were about to catch ablaze and be reduced to ash.

  Then, a streak of white light shot over from the boundless green flame sea, urgently striking over towards Yan Zhaoge!

  White light expanded within the sky, resembling a white crane flashing its wings as streams of green fire were swept along in simultaneously descending.

  Yan Zhaoge smiled, “This should be the Stone Fire Art of the Five Fire True Arts as well as the White Crane Treasured Spear of the Seven Fowl Treasured Spear? Indeed of the direct lineage of the Grand Xuan royalty, just that it seems to be incomplete? No wonder, you are considered a distant relative.”

  As he said this, Yan Zhaoge still struck out towards Old Man Wei’s head with a palm while his other hand clenched into a fist.

  With his clenched fist, Yan Zhaoge punched out towards the incoming streak of white light shooting towards him within the air.

  This punch contained the Northern Ocean Divine Spear executed in the form of a fist technique, the fist resembling the mighty head of a great spear!

  A great black ocean seemingly appeared in the air above Labour Wind City. Amidst the tides of the ocean leapt up a massive, peerless fish, transforming into a great roc which soared up into the nine heavens!

  Fist against fist, spear against spear, the two forces collided in mid-air, just the aftershocks of the clash alone sufficient to cause the guardian grand formation of Labour Wind City to fall to the brink of shattering.

  Meanwhile, Yan Zhaoge’s Heavenly Broad Creed Palm did not stop at all as it struck Old Man Wei’s great big head straight on right in front of the other party, blowing it into smithereens!

  The green flame sea within the air mightily exploded, a figure walking out from within.

  It was an authoritative-looking middle-aged man who wore golden armour. He emanated the feeling of dense blood throughout his entire body, emitting a brutal aura that intimidated people’s souls.

  Just coming into contact with this aura alone, martial practitioners whose wills were not firm would be overwhelmed by fear, losing all will to fight as they felt an urge to kneel in surrender and beg for mercy.

  “It’s General Yang! The Phoenix Bearing General Yang Zhaozhen!”All those in Labour Wind City who recognised this middle-aged general could not help but cry out in shock.

  The other party was a mighty general of the Grand Xuan who had always been guarding over the Phoenix Bearing Region. He had killed countless people before. Before the rebellions against the Grand Xuan had begun, he had already claimed countless lives. After the rebellions had started, those anti-Xuan martial practitioners he had personally slain were even more unquantifiable.

  It was just that flames of fury were currently evidently visible within this General Yang’s eyes.

  His face which had originally already been illuminated strongly by the blazing flames currently appeared even more brutal.

  Yan Zhaoge having slain Old Man Wei right before him with him having completely failed to stop him, Yang Zhaozhen instantly felt like his face had been slapped.

  Having slain Old Man Wei with a single palm, Yan Zhaoge retracted his palm wholly nonchalantly before calmly meeting Yang Zhaozhen’s gaze, “Oh, you came personally? Was it in order to use us as bait after having captured us in order to ambush and capture even more Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners?”

  Yan Zhaozhen stared at Yan Zhaoge, “Not a descendant of the Dim Darkness Sect? Where do you hail from?”

  Yan Zhaoge laughed, “Is this very important? Whatever the case, you’re not getting this guy of the Dim Darkness Sect.”

  Yang Zhaozhen said coldly, “It indeed isn’t important. All rebels will be exterminated!”

  Saying thus, Yang Zhaozhen’s figure shifted, white light appearing once more, sweeping along a great amount of green fire which enveloped the heavens and covered the earth as it descended towards Yan Zhaoge!

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 626: Can’t beat a Martial Saint? Transcend Mortality

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  While the terrifying spear was not as fearsome as the Northern Ocean Divine Spear, propelled by the all-encompassing green flames, it also possessed immense destructive power.

  It resembled a white crane flapping its wings, light and agile as it was rich in variations.

  The light of fire mixed alongside the spear filled the entire sky, enveloping Yan Zhaoge within.

  While it was scattered within that area, the destructive power contained within remained condensed rather than dissipating such that so long as it touched any part of Yan Zhaoge’s body, it would immediately transform into brutal, destructive frenzied waves.

  The corners of Yan Zhaoge’s mouth arched slightly upwards as he thought, “Five Fires True Art, Seven Fowl Treasured Spear…it indeed somewhat seems to have been developed from the concept of the legendary treasure of pre-Great Calamity times, the Five Fires Seven Fowl Fan. Still, it has not completely gained its essence.”

  “Haha, speaking of which, it can barely also be considered as originating from the Cl
ear Jade lineage…”

  Yan Zhaoge raised his palm once more.

  A silhouette flickered above his head, a massive giant appearing which similarly raised its palm.

  Seeing this massive avatar, everyone present was rendered slightly dazed, “True Martial Avatar! Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster!”

  Even for they who lived in the World beyond Worlds, such a young Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster was still completely unprecedented!

  Yang Zhaozhen who was executing the White Crane Treasured Spear with the Stone Fire Art and had been wishing to tear Yan Zhaoge apart to shreds was also slightly shocked upon seeing this.

  He carefully appraised Yan Zhaoge, instantly feeling shocked, “His actual age is virtually the same as his outer appearance? A Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster who’s not yet even thirty?! How is this possible?”

  Just thinking about this, the flames of fury within Yang Zhaozhen’s heart instantly dissipated greatly as he regained some calmness, “Where did this fella spring out of?”

  However, not waiting for him to change his stance, Yan Zhaoge and his true martial avatar behind him had already raised their palms simultaneously.

  With this raising of a palm, the sky was instantly shaken, the heavens and the earth overturning, yin and yang reversing as all extremities circulated backwards.

  First not speaking about how your martial arts are not completely of the Five Fires Seven Fowl Fan, even if it contained the complete power from its concept, could it resist my Cyclic Heavenly Palm?

  Yan Zhaoge’s true martial avatar instantly switched from the Heavenly Broad Creed Avatar to the Cyclic Heavenly Avatar.

  As his palm descended, the Heavenly Broad Creed Palm turned into the Cyclic Heavenly Seal, directly extinguishing the white light and the green flames between the heavens and the earth with a single palm!

  The majestic power that reversed extremities erupted, colliding with Yang Zhaozhen’s Seven Fowl Treasured Spear!

  A ringing sound instantly resounded between the heavens and the earth.

  Ceaseless explosions continuously resounded, sweeping and expanding outwards as if a formless power had completely penetrated the surrounding space for five thousand kilometres all around.

  Then, beneath everyone’s gazes, a figure was jolted up into the air.

  Up into the air…

  Yan Zhaoge was standing on the ground, while Yang Zhaozhen had attacked downwards from mid-air. If someone had been sent flying up into the air, that person must be…

  Everyone opened their mouths wide, dazedly watching this scene as they could not recover for a long time.

  In this clash, it was shockingly the Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen who had been sent flying!

  Yan Zhaoge stood where he was, his expression calm as no changes could be seen in it whatsoever.

  It was deathly silent in the entire Labour Wind City. What everyone had just witnessed just seemed like something out of a dream as they all felt disbelieving of it.

  Not only was the youth before their eyes already a Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster at his young age, he had even forcibly bested and repelled a Martial Saint expert head-on!

  While Yang Zhaozhen was only at the first level of the Martial Saint realm, the early Avatar Merging stage, that was still a genuine, authentic Martial Saint expert!

  As the commander who sat over the Phoenix Bearing Region of the Grand Xuan Dynasty, not only was his cultivation base sufficiently high, his strength was unordinary amongst martial practitioners of the same cultivation level as well.

  Transcending Mortality and entering Sainthood-after having entered Sainthood, it was a whole different world altogether from Martial Grandmasters.

  Yet, the Martial Grandmaster Yan Zhaoge had now domineeringly repelled the Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen!

  Others now appeared in the distant horizon. All of them were wearing armour and had powerful auras as they were clearly Yang Zhaozhen’s subordinates, experts of the Grand Xuan Dynasty.

  They had accompanied Yang Zhaozhen here to exterminate the rebels, having been slightly slower than him due to their comparatively weaker cultivation bases.

  It was just that never would these experts of the Grand Xuan Dynasty have thought that the first thing they would see upon arriving at the scene would be their general, the Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen, being sent flying backwards.

  All of them were taken aback, wondering what kind of a powerful enemy it was.

  When they finally saw the true martial avatar above Yan Zhaoge, all of them were instantly shocked silly.

  There were as many experts as there were clouds in the World beyond Worlds, many geniuses being produced.

  While it was not like there were no tales of Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmasters standing against and even defeating Martial Saints, all of them were legends, no one here having truly seen such happening before.

  Now that they were suddenly seeing it, they all felt shocked to the extreme.

  This was especially so after they had confirmed Yan Zhaoge’s age, upon which they were all rendered completely speechless, only feeling as though the world before them had turned surreal.

  Everyone could not help but seriously question themselves: Had all their years spent in cultivation been spent living as a dog?

  A furious howl resounded within the air, white light penetrating through space as it shot rapidly towards Yan Zhaoge!

  Yang Zhaozhen roared in rage, a jet-black spear appearing within his hands with a bright speck of white light exceptionally dazzling on its tip.

  Green flames agglomerated about the spear, forming a dim layer of green light atop its metallic length.

  The temperature of the flames could not be felt. Instead, there was only a chill that penetrated down to one’s very bones!

  Gazing at that jet-black spear, Yan Zhaoge could feel the terrifying destructive power contained within even from a great distance away.

  Low-grade Sacred Artifact, Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear!

  As the nephew of the Grand Xuan Dynasty’s Marquis and a distant relative of the royal family, while Yang Zhaozhen was only at the first level of the Martial Saint realm, he even had a Sacred Artifact!

  A Martial Saint wielding a Sacred Artifact, incomparably shocking power would be unleashed. Even with the strength of Yan Zhaoge’s fleshly body, his body would still be pierced straight through if he took a direct hit from this spear.

  It was just that to Yang Zhaozhen, having to use a Sacred Artifact against a Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster was obviously not a glorious thing at all.

  Still, he could not care about that much now as he only sought to kill Yan Zhaoge!

  As long as he slew this strange youth before him, nothing else would then matter.

  Zhang Qiansong had already long left his room. Seeing this terrifying scene now, he could not help but cry out in shock.

  Yan Zhaoge instead smiled, raising his head and roaring like a dragon towards the heavens!

  Ice-blue radiance flickered, light armour appearing on Yan Zhaoge’s body as an infinite icy ocean expanded about his body.

  Numerous ice dragons shot out from the icy sea, intermingling together as they obstructed Yang Zhaozhen’s spear.

  Those of the Grand Xuan Dynasty all stared wide-eyed in unison, “He still has a Sacred Artifact?!”

  The roar of the ice dragons resounded throughout the nine heavens.

  Yan Zhaoge and his true martial avatar above his head performed the same motion, both extending their arm and flipping their palm once more!

  Clenching his teeth, Yang Zhaozhen tried to resist it with all his might.

  Yet, a mighty collision saw the exalted Phoenix Bearing General of the Grand Xuan Dynasty, the Martial Saint expert Yang Zhaozhen, being sent flying backwards once more!

  Everything earlier had been pointless. He was still sent flying by a single palm.

  Yang Zhaozhen’s heart was overwhelmed b
y a sense of tragedy as unable to hold back his injuries any longer, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, dyeing the entire sky red.

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 627: Coming is easy but leaving is hard

  HSSB627: Coming is easy but leaving is hard

  While the humiliation and rage within Yang Zhaozhen’s heart had reached a peak, his mind immediately calmed down completely at this moment.

  While he was feeling incomparably humiliated such that it was extremely difficult to accept, he was currently clearly aware of the truth.

  He was not Yan Zhaoge’s opponent.

  Even while he had the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Sabre, the youth behind him also had an accompanying Sacred Artifact.

  If he continued to fight it out to the end, there would only be one result, which was him dying at Yan Zhaoge’s hands. There was no other possibility that existed!

  If there had been even just the hope of dragging them both down into death together, the fierce, brutal Yang Zhaozhen would still have headed into a deathmatch without question. Still, being well aware that he had no chance of winning at all, after calming down, he instantly decided to retreat.

  Looking upwards, Yan Zhaoge saw Yang Zhaozhen who had been sent flying by his palm, rather than stabilising his figure, instead making use of the momentum to fly backwards in retreat, fleeing into the distance.

  The green flames were retracted, white light expanding which seemed to transform into wings as Yang Zhaozhen directly fled into the distance.

  Yan Zhaoge laughed, “Coming is easy but leaving is hard.”

  Endless roars of dragons resounded within the air, a massive palace appearing before everyone’s eyes.

  Numerous dragons of light rampaged between the heavens and the earth, a majestic, authoritative force shocking and intimidating the surrounding area.

  Gazing shockedly over, Yang Zhaozhen saw that palace that was completely jet-black in colour, flickering with a golden radiance as innumerable sigils were evidently visible on its external walls.

  Numerous streams of golden cloud qi suffused the air, transforming into a sea of clouds which directly enveloped the horizon, completely concealing the area surrounding Labour Wind City.