Chapter 710 Power of the Dancing Cauldron, Heart of Assured Killing

October 3rd, the weather turns cold, and the chill sets in early.

In the Chu Capital City, the citizens hurried back and forth, those with some wealth donned heavy clothing early.

However, within the Tongming Hall of the Imperial Palace, waves of heat rolled and warmth surged.

Moreover, the wind howled, with a deafening roar.

Under the attack of this heat, all the guards and eunuchs stood far away, not daring to get too close to the center, all with a hint of astonishment in their eyes, looking at each other.

“Mr. Taiyan, Daoist Lingdu, how do you find this king’s power?”

A deep and resonant voice, like crashing thunder.

Where the voice came from, one could see a massive black shadow rolled up into a fierce wind, blowing the shadows of trees wildly, and exuding an overwhelmingly dominant feeling, pressing heavily on everyone’s hearts.

It was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old in a yellow robe, with eyebrows like slanted blades, and eyes sharp and resolute.

The young man wore the Flat Heaven Crown on his head, with a tall and robust figure, his hands rotating, wielding a massive square cauldron.

What a massive cauldron it is.

The cauldron is as tall as half a floor, pitch-black and shiny, with four legs as thick as beams, just the look and texture alone make it impossible to argue it weighs less than four or five thousand pounds.

Yet, this heavy Golden Iron Cauldron, in the hands of that young man in the yellow robe, is like woven straw, light as nothing, wielded like a falling meteor, its might astonishing.

“The divine power of Your Majesty, difficult for the world to match, truly lives up to the name [Qingtian].”

Amidst the wild wind, the giant cauldron swept over his head several times, making his robe flutter wildly in the wind, a middle-aged handsome scholar with five wisps of long beard, his brows bright and calm, sincerely praised.

He truly felt that the power of this King Chu Qing was incomparable.

If one were to confront him head-on, regardless of their martial arts prowess, it would be useless; under such boundless power wielding weapons, even a scrape would wound, a touch would kill.

With such utterly unreasonable strength, one doesn’t need many skills, just charge recklessly and casually strike to be a top master.

Moreover, just for a while, he saw at least twenty-eight kinds of Hammer and Stick Techniques and Saber Technique and Swordsmanship when this King Chu Qing wielded the cauldron.

Mastering a hundred arts and applying them with one’s own skill, casually striking smoothly and fluidly.

Even such an elusive four-legged square cauldron can be wielded to cast impermeable layers of illusion, thus knowing that King Chu Qing is by no means an unlearned brute, far from the rumors of relying solely on ancestral legacy, just a reckless brute.

On the right stood a Daoist in a tall crown and green garments, who also respectfully saluted with one hand and smiled: “Truly speaking of the battlefield charge and killing the enemy, whenever Your Majesty strikes, none can resist its sharpness, our planning is already without worry…”

King Chu Qing Dong Huaizhen laughed heartily, tossing the giant cauldron, half the size of a house, beside him.

It released a muffled “woo” sound.

One person stepped forward, lifted it with both hands, retreated three steps, face flushed, caught the giant cauldron, and gently placed it down.

This person was nine feet tall, with leopard-like eyes, blue brows, double pupils, and a wide mouth, standing by like a mountainous presence, exuding majestic and murderous aura.

If Chen Ping were here, he would see that this person bore a striking resemblance to Dong Chongming whom he encountered along the way.

However, this person’s face was pale without a beard, his brow held a heavier killing aura, and his physique was much stronger, except for lacking a green beard.

“Chongyang’s strength seems to have reached over five thousand pounds, already at the peak, not bad, also very good.”

King Chu Qing’s eyes slightly squinted, having discerned the level of strength of his capable subordinate.

Five thousand pounds are five times that of an ordinary human’s thousand-pound strength; it doesn’t seem too far apart, but as the real strength reaches its limits, even gaining another ten or eight pounds provides a significant advantage, let alone a doubling.

If the strength doubles, the combat power is not just thrice the odds.

A martial artist with two thousand pounds facing one with a thousand pounds, defeating eight or ten would be like dealing with a child.

Already not a match at the same level.

Let alone five thousand pounds.

During an attack, using weapons for acceleration, employing skills to exert, a force of ten or twenty thousand pounds is not a difficult feat.

Of course, compared to his own seven times the strength of an ordinary person’s seven thousand pounds, Dong Chongyang’s strength amounted to nothing.

Besides a scholar, a Daoist, a king, and a general, the remaining person was a middle-aged eunuch with a pale face and slightly fat build, who smiled mildly, casually moving the giant cauldron to the corner of the hall…

“Mr. Taiyan, you have seen, here I only have two people, Chongming and Cao Daban, having divine techniques strength, able to assist another in refining divine power. If this mission is successful, the two may choose either strength or speed, the initial proposal for the inheritance, let us no longer speak of it…”

“This…”

Jiang Taiyan pondered deeply, suddenly smiled, “Your Majesty speaks rightly, then so be it, just hoping there won’t be any breach of promise afterward.”

He was born in the Qii Kingdom royal family, acquired the Seven-Quartet Celestial Sword legacy, his skills nearly reaching the Dao, ingeniously crafted.

Simultaneously, according to this legacy, he thoroughly researched martial skills worldwide, established Yushan Academy, spread martial arts over the world, and greatly enhanced the martial atmosphere of Qii Kingdom.

Singly judging martial arts techniques, the Jianghu and royal court of Qii Kingdom could lead the Seven Kingdoms.

The world all hailed Jiang Taiyan as Sword Saint, in fact, he not only had outstanding achievements in the path of swords, but was proficient with eighteen different weapons, all extraordinary.