Chapter 603 - 290: Grandmaster Tomb

Chapter 603: Chapter 290: Grandmaster Tomb

"This Chen Cheng is truly extraordinary! Though he is Zheng Hun’s disciple, he has long since surpassed his master. His presence is even more impressive than Zheng Hun’s!"

From a distance, Jiang Huaijin remarked with emotion. His hair and beard were completely white, which now seemed to accentuate his age.

Qin Hongbin’s face was filled with a wistful expression as he said:

"Indeed. Zheng Hun was also exceptionally talented back in his day, but in the end, he was always a step behind us old folks.

But this boy, Chen Cheng... I’m afraid he’s capable of riding right over our old heads!"

"Sigh..." Jiang Huaijin sighed. "Looking back, weren’t we all once formidable and full of ambition?

Back then, fighting Demon Fiends in the Border Region... what heroic spirit we had!

It’s just a shame. Time is merciless. We’ve all grown old!"

Then, his tone shifted as he said, "With such combat prowess, Chen Cheng will surely shine brightly if he goes to the Border Region.

But even with his peerless flair, it may all prove fleeting.

Revealing one’s edge so sharply is a great taboo in the Northern Territory. The dangers he’s about to face will far exceed what we dealt with in our time!"

"Yes," Qin Hongbin nodded and said, "Sometimes, being too brilliant inevitably makes you a target for all. Such people often fall prematurely.

Among those with us back in the day, there was no shortage of those with outstanding talent like Chen Cheng. Compared to them, we were nobodies.

But it was us nobodies who survived to the end.

In the end, Chen Cheng is a Martial Artist from Linji City. I truly hope he can grow to his full potential and become a role model for the Martial Arts Realm of Linji City!"

"Indeed! It’s time to broaden our horizons..."

As Jiang Huaijin spoke, he suddenly fell silent, his burning gaze fixed on the arena.

He saw Shen Zhaoyi leap onto the arena in a few bounds and laugh heartily at Chen Cheng, saying:

"Young friend Ah Cheng!"

"Elder Shen!" Chen Cheng hurriedly and respectfully bowed.

"Mm." Shen Zhaoyi nodded slightly. He glanced at the members of the Shen Family, then swept his gaze across the entire crowd before finally letting it rest on Chen Cheng.

After a long moment.

CLANG!

A clear ring echoed!

The Longsword at Shen Zhaoyi’s waist suddenly shot from its scabbard, pointing diagonally toward the sky as his entire Momentum climbed higher and higher.

Streams of icy aura gathered, condensing above the Longsword into a ten-foot-long sword of ice and snow!

The ice sword grew larger and larger, suddenly swelling to over thirty feet in length, carrying with it an incomparably tyrannical Momentum.

The air around the arena suddenly grew still, and even the cold wind came to a halt!

The surrounding crowd felt an increasingly bone-chilling cold. Even those Martial Artists with robust Qi Blood Power couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably!

Chen Cheng watched Shen Zhaoyi, thoroughly confused. ’I don’t understand why Elder Shen is going so far as to expend his Qi Blood Power to forge a sword of icy aura.’

Shen Zhaoyi laughed loudly, continuing to gather the icy aura for his sword!

Thirty feet... forty feet...

Fifty feet...

Fifty-five feet... sixty feet!

Shen Zhaoyi’s face was flushed red, and he was clearly beginning to struggle.

After all, this sword of icy aura was formed from the aura of the Second Layer of the Frost Snow Realm. At this size, he was nearing his limit.

"Young friend Ah Cheng, lend me a hand!" Shen Zhaoyi shouted.

"Alright!" Chen Cheng, who had a vague idea of his intentions, immediately raised his hand and activated his Qi Blood Power!

The Frost Snow Condensation Realm spread out, merging with the aura from Shen Zhaoyi’s Second Layer of the Frost Snow Realm.

The surrounding icy aura grew even denser. Even the aura from hundreds of feet away was drawn in, condensing into chunks of ice in mid-air.

The sword of icy aura began to slowly grow again!

Seventy feet... eighty feet!

"Still not enough!" Shen Zhaoyi said.

"Coming!"

With a heaven-shaking dragon’s cry, a draconic phantom suddenly appeared!

Chen Cheng’s figure shot up as if plucked from the ground. He stepped on the condensing ice and leaped dozens of feet into the air!

His Frost Snow Condensation Realm frantically gathered the icy aura!

A vast white mist of frozen ice instantly covered the area above the arena, and the mist quickly condensed into solid ice!

The dragon’s cry rose again! It was followed by the roar of wind and thunder!

Like a dragon soaring through the heavens, Chen Cheng’s figure shot up another hundred-plus feet!

High in the sky, a vast white mist condensed, looking like a giant white mushroom cloud from a distance!

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

The white mist all condensed into hail, which came crashing down with a roar!

But in mid-air, it was drawn in by the Second Layer of the Frost Snow Realm and fused into the sword of icy aura!

Ninety feet... one hundred feet!

Finally, when the sword of icy aura reached a hundred feet in length, it occupied more than half the arena!

All the icy aura for hundreds of feet around had been completely absorbed!

The ultimate icy aura emanating from the sword was like a towering, snow-capped mountain, carrying a world-crushing pressure!

Shen Zhaoyi’s Primordial Gang True Force surged wildly around him. His hair and beard stood on end, and his robes whipped about as if in a gale, snapping loudly!

Clearly, controlling this much aura from the Second Layer of the Frost Snow Realm was extremely taxing!

"Enough!"

Following Shen Zhaoyi’s great shout, the mountain-like sword of icy aura began to slowly transform.

The tip of the sword opened to reveal a pair of clear, deep eyes, which were soon followed by delicate facial features.

The body of the sword transformed into a strong and imposing figure, and the hilt changed as well...

In just a moment, the sword of icy aura had become a massive, towering statue!

BOOM!

The statue slowly descended, coming to stand tall upon the arena!

It had delicate features, a tall and straight posture, and a Long Saber at its waist. It stood with the profound stillness of a deep pool and the imposing stability of a great mountain, its Momentum immense!

It was the spitting image of Chen Cheng!

Witnessing such a feat, the crowd was utterly astounded!

The immense, world-scorning power emanating from the statue was particularly awe-inspiring!

"Master Chen is mighty!"

Someone in the crowd shouted!

Immediately, others began to bow in worship!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Soon, the sound of knees hitting the ground rippled through the crowd...

Tens of thousands of people were prostrated on the ground!

Shen Zhaoyi laughed heartily and cupped his hands in a salute to Chen Cheng, who had just landed.