Chapter 1964: I Have Reached the End of the Immortal Path

Another figure appeared behind Wu Qingfeng. "Brother Wu, aren't you afraid you'll provoke the anger of those martial artists supporting Li Guozhu if you act against him like this?"

Wu Qingfeng smiled faintly. "There is nothing to fear. We're fully prepared today. Not only this Blind Sword Saint—even those two staying in his residence will be taken down in one fell swoop. A tiger that has lost its fangs is nothing worth worrying about."

He paused briefly before glancing at the newcomer. "What about you? Have the Ghost God Guards uncovered the backgrounds of those two?"

"They couldn't find anything. It's as if they appeared out of thin air. Perhaps they had been in seclusion all this time and headed immediately for the capital after exiting seclusion without taking any detours."

Wu Qingfeng sneered, a subtle trace of cold mockery in his eyes. "Then they have come here specifically for Li Guozhu. Did Li Guozhu notice our preparations and invite them over to help? How interesting. The seemingly upright and unyielding Li Guozhu actually has such a close relationship with martial artists. How is he any different from my father? Yet everyone under heaven calls my father a treacherous minister."

"Brother Wu, do you think Divine Fist Lu will be a match for the Blind Sword Saint?"

"We'll see."

***

That single step Divine Fist Lu took forward was tantamount to a declaration of war.

An invisible yet terrifying surge of force swept down the street, aimed directly at the Blind Sword Saint.

The Blind Sword Saint merely took a slow step forward and lightly tapped his stick. The force sweeping toward him was split apart. It passed harmlessly around his body without causing the slightest disturbance. Not even half a strand of the Blind Sword Saint's hair moved.

The Blind Sword Saint smiled. "Divine Fist Lu, if that's all you've got, you had better go back to wherever you came from. To beat you, I don't even need to draw my sword."

"What arrogant words."

Divine Fist Lu tossed his black umbrella aside and rushed straight toward the Blind Sword Saint like a bolt of lightning.

Before anyone could react, the two had already engaged in battle. Every move they exchanged was potentially lethal, yet both deliberately restrained themselves to prevent the shockwaves from damaging the surrounding residences.

The scholars in the bamboo pavilion exclaimed with emotion.

"What formidable methods! Either of these two could easily slaughter all of us."

Although they also possessed some status and had a group of martial artists following them, the difference between their subordinates and those two was as vast as heaven and earth.

From that, one could also see that the foundations of Grand Tutor Wu and Li Guozhu were indeed beyond what they could rival.

"Divine Fist Lu is of the younger generation. He is still far too young. I am afraid he won't be a match for the Blind Sword Saint."

"Blind Sword Saint might be a renowned senior, but he suffered injuries when he went up to the Taia Palace back then. Divine Fist Lu is young and vigorous. Perhaps he really can defeat the aging Blind Sword Saint."

"Since the Blind Sword Saint is here, the three hundred plus swordsmen of the Sword Saint Manor should also be in the capital city. Does no one know where they are staying? If that group of swordsmen acts, the capital will surely fall into great turmoil."

"Since Grand Tutor Wu anticipated this matter, he naturally has a follow-up plan to deal with it. Neither of them would let the capital fall into turmoil. That is not their goal."

By that time, the two sides had already exchanged over a hundred blows.

Meanwhile, Fang Chen and Lang Daochun stood on the rooftop, openly watching the fight between the two. However, anyone else looking toward this spot would see nothing.

"It's hard to imagine that in the previous era of the Nine Realms, martial arts flourished." Lang Daochun watched for a while before sighing. "They haven't mastered Void Force. If they had, their power would rise exponentially."

Fang Chen said indifferently, "Don't underestimate the Martial Path, and don't look down on the Immortal Path either "

Lang Daochun smiled. "That's true. Still, I feel it's way easier to step on the Martial Path when compared to the Immortal Path. No wonder it flourished in the previous era."

Divine Fist Lu was gradually showing signs of defeat. His attacks were no longer as powerful or decisive as before.

On the other hand, the Blind Sword Saint remained calm and composed.

The three captains of the Martial God Division exchanged glances. The shock in their eyes was clear.

Both men were clearly considered among the finest experts of the age, yet Divine Fist Lu was actually so much weaker than the Blind Sword Saint? The Blind Sword Saint hadn't even drawn his sword!

At that moment, the short stick tapped lightly on Divine Fist Lu's chest. He was instantly sent flying backward a hundred zhang

After stabilizing himself, Divine Fist Lu glanced down at his chest. Then, a jet of blood erupted from his mouth.

The Blind Sword Saint said indifferently, "I told you, I don't even need to draw my sword to beat you."

Divine Fist Lu stared fixedly at the Blind Sword Saint, his expression becoming increasingly complicated.

At the tea house, Wu Qingfeng curled his lips. "Useless trash."

A few moments later, a figure fluttered over, appearing behind Divine Fist Lu.

The newcomer was clad in a white dress. She was exceptionally beautiful. Her bearing was too extraordinary to fit a mortal woman. Instead, she was like a fairy from heaven.

People quickly noticed her feet weren't touching the ground. She floated three inches off the ground!

"Who is this!?"

"There exists such a peerless beauty in this world!?"

"Rumor has it that the Master of the Taia Palace has a penchant for wearing white. Could this woman be her?!"

"Grand Tutor Wu can even invite the Master of the Taia Palace! If she personally takes action, then today's matter should already be decided."

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Only now did Divine Fist Lu notice the person behind him. He turned to look at the woman in white. A look of shame washed over his face. "Palace Master, I am not the Blind Sword Saint's match."

"No matter, you did your best. There are always differences between people. Some are born with the ability to walk very, very far along this path."

After the woman in white spoke, she raised her hand and swept her sleeve. A wave of coolness instantly seeped into Divine Fist Lu's body, and his injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lang Daochun smiled. "Entering the Dao through martial arts. She is truly talented."

Fang Chen nodded. This woman was clearly no longer the same as ordinary martial artists. She controlled spiritual energy, not internal energy. He couldn't be considered a martial artist anymore. It was more fitting to consider her a cultivator. But her cultivation was not particularly high and remained in the Qi Refining Realm. However, that already set her apart from martial artists who couldn't use Void Force.

When the Blind Sword Saint heard that familiar voice, his expression shifted. The short stick in his hand slowly slid off, revealing the sharp blade hidden within.

Even after exchanging so many blows with Divine Fist Lu just now, he had not drawn his sword. Yet the moment the woman in white arrived, he shed his scabbard and exposed his blade.

Seeing this, the gazes directed at the woman in white gained a trace of reverence. If she really was the person they suspected, then this white-clothed woman's cultivation should rightfully rank first in the Dongsheng Empire.

Divine Fist Lu cupped his hands in gratitude, a fanatical look flashing in his eyes. "Thank you for healing my injuries."

She was incredibly strong. He firmly believed the Palace Master of Taia Palace was the number one expert of this era!

The Blind Sword Saint said indifferently, "Taia, when did you start meddling in secular disputes? Isn't the purpose of your Taia Palace to seek immortality and pursue the Dao?"

"I have already reached the end of the Immortal Path, so I came down the mountain." The woman in white smiled faintly. "Blind Sword Saint, shall we resolve secular affairs through secular means? The Martial God Division wishes to invite Li Guozhu back for questioning. Just step aside and let them."

At that moment, Li Guozhu slowly stepped out of the Li Manor.

Seeing the upright and unyielding Lord Li, everyone's expressions changed.

The Blind Sword Saint didn't even turn his head around. "Lord Li, why did you come out? Go back and rest."

Li Guozhu said calmly, "I will go with them."

The Blind Sword Saint immediately refused. "You cannot."

He raised his blade toward the woman in white, his eyes cold. "We didn't finish our battle back then. It's time to continue."

The woman in white merely waved her sleeve, and a violent gust of wind blasted toward the Blind Sword Saint.

The Blind Sword Saint felt as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed him. He was hurled violently into the surrounding wall and buried deep beneath a pile of shattered stone.

The entire scene fell dead silent.