Chapter 328: Chapter 204: Chen Zhixing, You Finally Came!
Seventh day.
A round of morning sun slowly rises from the horizon at the end of the sea.
The golden sunlight shines on the deep blue sea surface, forming a glittering gold.
A cluster of golden waves pushes toward the beach, lifting fine sand that returns to the sea.
Fubo City, the shore leading to the depths of the East Sea.
At this moment, although it’s only early morning, the commotion is already arousing the heavens.
On typical days, the long coastline of Fubo City would be packed, layer upon layer, heads bobbing, making it impenetrable.
The leaders of various powers occupy the best positions on the Observation Platform to watch the battle.
On the beach.
A golden carriage pulled by nine True Dragons crawled across the long beach!
On the other side.
The Netherworld Elders stood with their hands hidden in their sleeves, expressionless, behind them stood members of the Dark Division, faces covered with rabbit masks.
Front position at the shore.
"So many people!"
Xu Qingqing’s small face was full of excitement. She had grown up in the Nanping Sword Sect and it was the first time she had seen such a lively scene.
Even the knowledgeable old black-clothed woman beside her, as well as the calm-natured Muu Jianping, couldn’t help but express admiration.
"From the Thirteen States of the East Profound Domain, more than half of the top forces have sent people here."
"There are more than a dozen Nirvana Realm presences, and True Self Realm cultivators are as numerous as cattle!"
"Rare, truly rare in this world!"
The black-clothed old matron shook her head, letting out a bitter laugh.
As the dignified Great Elder of the Nanping Sword Sect, with True Self Cultivation, she was considered a respected figure in the Southern State, welcomed with respect wherever she went.
But now, in this front of the shore, there are nearly a hundred True Self Realm cultivators like her!
"I fear that the entire Southern State combined does not have as many True Self Realm cultivators, right?" The black-clothed old matron laughed bitterly.
As for Muu Jianping, she was slightly dazed.
Since the time she was in the Nanping Sword Sect, she had often heard of Third Young Master Ziwei Chen Zhixing’s deeds. Although she knew this Third Young Master was in the limelight, standing on the cutting edge of this era.
But the extent of Chen Zhixing’s influence was unclear to her.
Now she understood!
What does it mean to stand at the forefront of an era?
It means that casual actions can move the entire world!
A simple battle creates a spectacle where millions gather!
"Hehe, Senior Long, junior sisters, this spot wasn’t easy to secure. If I didn’t have connections with the Ziwei Chen Family, and hadn’t specially greeted them, we wouldn’t be standing so close forward based on our identity and strength."
Tang Long, holding a white folding fan, fanned himself while boasting.
"Young Master Tang, you’re amazing!"
Xue Qingqing couldn’t help but show an admiring gaze toward Tang Long.
"Hahaha, not at all, when the battle ends, if Third Young Master wins, maybe I can take you all to meet him."
Tang Long laughed heartily, alleviating the pain of spending a whole ten thousand spirit stones for this spot.
"Junior sisters, I’ve helped so much this time, tonight we must drink well and not leave till we’re drunk! You can’t refuse anymore!"
Tang Long feigned seriousness with a half-joking tone.
"Hehe, definitely, definitely." Xu Qingqing nodded her little head like a pecking chick.
Muu Jianping, thinking about her repeated refusals of Tang Long’s invitations in recent days, felt embarrassed and nodded:
"As Young Master Tang says."
...
...
Time slowly passed.
That round of morning sun gradually left the sea, rising higher.
The thick fog over the glittering sea surface gradually dispersed.
Far from Fubo City.
A figure with gray-white hair draped, wearing a bamboo hat, sat cross-legged on the sea, quietly fishing with a rod.
Pale cold air unconsciously spread from beneath him, gradually freezing and solidifying the whole sea surface.
"Li Changsheng!"
"Li Changsheng is here!"
Instantly, countless people were shocked, uttering low whispers.
Next moment.
All their gazes converged on the spot where the Nether Elder duo was.
The set time for the duel had arrived.
Li Changsheng was here.
So... where is Third Young Master Chen Zhixing?
Inside the golden carriage pulled by nine True Dragons.
The curtain was gently lifted by a large hand.
Sikong Xuanji sat in the center of the carriage, speaking blandly:
"Where is Chen Zhixing? Why isn’t he here? Is he so untrustworthy?"
The Nether Elder glanced at him sideways, pouting casually:
"Why are you in such a rush, you old man? Our young master always sleeps early and rises late, if you want a fight, wait for our young master to be fully rested!"
"You!"
Sikong Xuanji’s eyes flashed with anger upon hearing the words.
Old man?
This Nether Elder might be older than him yet still has the face to call him old man?
"Hmph, it’d be best for your young master to hurry, so many are waiting for him alone, or else he’ll become a laughingstock worldwide."
Sikong Xuanji took a deep breath, speaking with a sullen face.
As a Patriarch of the Longevity Family, he wouldn’t lower himself to bicker like a shrew with this Nether Elder.
"They can wait if they want, if not, leave. Our young master doesn’t care about this."
The Nether Elder muttered indifferently.
Just as he couldn’t help but open his mouth to make more mocking remarks.
Crash—!
The members of the Dark Division behind him parted cleanly in two lines, bowing automatically to create a path.
The Nether Elder duo, along with the Ten Great True Self Elders, simultaneously looked back upon hearing the sound.
Then smiles appeared on their faces.
"Third Young Master."
At the very back of the crowd.
A figure with black hair like a cascade, dressed in white like snow, possessing a pair of long eyes, with an unmatched and handsome face like a celestial deity, walked steadily forward.
Swish, swish, swish—!
In an instant, the whole city shook!
Countless gazes gathered on Chen Zhixing.
"Chen Zhixing has arrived!"
"Third Young Master Ziwei Chen Zhixing!"
Countless people exclaimed.
Muu Jianping, Xu Qingqing, and others in the crowd also stood on tiptoe to look.
"So that’s Chen Zhixing? Even... even more handsome than in portraits!!"
Xu Qingqing’s mouth slightly opened, instantly becoming dazed.
Beside her, Muu Jianping’s heart was also stirred, with brilliant flashes in her beautiful eyes.
Tang Long, in the eyes of ordinary people, was already considered extraordinarily handsome, but compared to Third Young Master Chen Zhixing, it’s like the light of a firefly compared to the bright moonlight—completely incomparable!
Far from Fubo City.
"Chen Zhixing, you’ve finally come!"
Li Changsheng, with gray-white hair draped, wearing a bamboo hat, slowly raised his head to look at Chen Zhixing.
Fiery battle intent surged in his eyes, his gaze piercing countless voids!