Urban All-Round Master

Even though the Lianyun Empire now has a National Guardian Martial God and quite a few formidable figures, what happens when all these people grow old? Once his Empire no longer has a next generation with immense potential, no solid cultivators to train, the Empire’s fate will still be hard to change, and it could be wiped out at any moment.

Back when the Lianyun Empire was still just a tiny little Duchy, talent was everywhere—that’s the only reason there is a Lianyun Empire today!

”Situ Mingzheng’s cultivation has actually reached Sub-Saint Third Layer Heaven!” Sitting below, watching the fight, Lin Zifeng’s heart surged as well. Although in the Mortal World there are countless experts of Situ Mingzheng’s age, they’re still relatively rare. Lin Zifeng had seen very few experts in the Mortal World with strength like Situ Mingzheng’s.

Back during the Dragon Team days, aside from that slightly advantaged guy Long Tianya, there basically weren’t any top-tier geniuses. In Fusang, there hadn’t been experts this powerful either. But in this world, any random expert he runs into is a Sub-Saint.

Looks like the abundance of Primordial Energy in this world has indeed given those low-level cultivators a lot of benefits—their cultivation is clearly rising. If the Mortal World’s cultivators could have conditions like this, there’d probably be countless powerhouses too...

Right now, facing that white-robed youth in front of him, Situ Mingzheng had no choice but to go all out. If he was even a little careless, he could very likely be defeated. Then his face would be utterly swept away. He had just been laughing at Dongfang Ziyue for admitting defeat so quickly, yet now the opponent he was facing was stronger than hers, and the pressure on him was even greater. If he wasn’t careful, he might really end up losing today.

”Good, keep it coming!” Situ Mingzheng laughed wildly. Although his opponent was very strong, he wasn’t invincible. So, after that crazed laugh, he gripped the dark war spear tightly and dove down toward the white-robed youth at high speed, wanting to defeat him in the shortest possible World. After all, the white-robed youth gave off an uncanny feeling—if he couldn’t be taken down in the shortest World, then the Elemental Power consumption on Situ Mingzheng’s side would be enormous.

The corner of the white-robed youth’s mouth still hooked into a cold, sharp arc as he smiled, meeting Situ Mingzheng’s counterattack head-on.

”Die!” Situ Mingzheng roared harshly. The war spear in his hand tore through the air, killing intent surging. With a single sweep, even the surrounding air seemed to be solidified by some force. Facing this thrust, the white-robed youth spread his arms, lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and leapt into the air. A smile hung on his face as he watched Situ Mingzheng’s attack surge up from below. But the white-robed youth’s cultivation was not shallow, and he was a true battle maniac.

He could see Situ Mingzheng’s cultivation level, and he understood his arrogant temper. Precisely because of that earlier arrogance, he had given the white-robed youth a huge opening to exploit—otherwise, he wouldn’t have suffered such a heavy loss in a single exchange. But now things were different. Situ Mingzheng had reined in his arrogance, so the white-robed youth had no choice but to reconsider how he treated this opponent.

Seeing his spear again stab into empty air made Situ Mingzheng’s face burn even hotter. There were so many people behind him watching this battle. He was at least the National Guardian General, yet he still couldn’t defeat a youth so much younger than himself. That was pure humiliation—a slap in the face. It made the lofty title of National Guardian General on his head feel like it was steaming. If he really lost, his reputation would be completely ruined.

So he kept shouting to himself in his heart that he could not lose—absolutely could not lose this match.

”My god, just what is the background of that white-robed youth? To dodge Mingzheng’s strike so easily, he really is a brilliant young man.” Up above, Emperor Liu the Fatty was shocked once again. Just now, he had clearly seen Situ Mingzheng quickly thrust his spear—his spear technique was fierce and swift. With ordinary cultivation, it would be impossible to avoid that sharp spear glow. Yet the white-robed youth had slipped past it with ease. That truly made Liu the Fatty’s heart tremble.

It also stirred a greedy thought in his heart. If a youth with such boundless potential could be taken in by his Lianyun Empire, it would be unbelievably good for the Lianyun Empire.

Not only did Liu the Fatty have this idea flashing through his mind, but even the National Guardian Martial God sitting quietly at his side furrowed his brows. If he were to go up and fight that white-robed youth himself, he feared even he might not be a match for him.

The National Guardian General’s cultivation was powerful to begin with, and he was a standout figure among his peers. Yet even he couldn’t defeat that white-robed youth in the first instant. It went without saying how ferocious the white-robed youth was.

Among them, the one blushing the most was Situ Mingzheng’s father, Situ Xuanwen. The match had barely started, and his son had already suffered heavy losses again and again. If this went on, it really would be hard to secure a complete victory over the opponent.

If his son lost this match, then this old face of his would have nowhere to hide. He clenched his fist secretly, silently cheering his son on in his heart.

”Again!” The white-robed youth up in midair chuckled and let out a low shout. The folding fan in his hand snapped open once more, and then he swooped down at high speed. His folding fan swung repeatedly, several flashes of light gleaming. Five or six razor-sharp energy waves wrapped Situ Mingzheng below and then went to finish him in one stroke!

But Situ Mingzheng was also an expert who had been through countless battles. Facing his opponent’s plan, he let out a cold snort, the war spear in his hand continuing to whirl. A black spear-net formed around his body, wrapping him inside. As soon as the opponent’s energy waves came down, they would inevitably be shattered in the first instant.

”Whoosh～”

After the white-robed youth sent out several energy waves, his figure in midair hurriedly changed direction. When Situ Mingzheng shattered those energies with his spear, he suddenly realized the white-robed youth’s figure had disappeared from his sight. A cold sweat broke out all over him. Was he really going to be defeated by that youth?

Losing track of the white-robed youth’s position was undoubtedly throwing himself into a predicament.

”Time to gamble!” Situ Mingzheng gritted his teeth and forced himself forward. Now he could only rely entirely on his senses. If his instincts were right, he could win this match. If they were wrong, the embarrassment would be colossal.

”Kill!”

Suddenly...

As a fierce wind howled past his ears, the vigilant Situ Mingzheng’s lips curled up, his gaze cut to the side, and he caught the direction from which the white-robed youth was attacking. At once, the long spear in his hand left his grip, shooting out violently straight toward the white-robed youth.

”What!”

The eerie white-robed youth suddenly appeared, only to meet a cold, dark war spear flying at him. One had to know, his opponent’s cultivation was also very strong.

”Boom!”

Caught off guard, the white-robed youth could only grit his teeth and forcibly clash with the war spear thrusting toward him. With a thunderous boom, the dark spear was blasted to pieces under the white-robed youth’s ferocious impact. But the youth didn’t come out unscathed either—taken by surprise, he hadn’t had time to prepare properly.

This attack sent his Primordial Energy surging chaotically inside his body, and the folding fan in his hand was shattered by the violent collision.

Swish～

Situ Mingzheng seized the chance to rush forward in quick steps, his movements fierce and savage. His Iron Fist hurtled straight toward the white-robed youth’s jaw.