Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1170 - 687: Mutual Destruction

By pure chance, Sui Yi encountered Jin just as they were emerging from the water... well, along with that terrifying sword aura.

Originally thought of ambushing them, but seeing the scale of their battle, damn it, how did just one trip underground suddenly make them so powerful?

Great Grandmaster!

Bian Bufu and Bi Chen’s first reaction was that they came out too early, could they crawl back in?

It seemed like those two hadn’t noticed them, right?

More accurately, they were being ignored.

This feeling was truly complex.

Bian Bufu and the others remained silent, standing quietly under the rustling bamboo shadows, and the distance between them and Jin, who was on the surface of the water, was only a dozen meters, a distance that could be closed in the blink of an eye.

The two dared not move, just like leopards crouching in the front, they lacked the speed to escape, so they could only pretend to be nonexistent in silence.

Yan Huifeng and others made the same decision; however, Li Jiancheng spoke up, attempting to leverage his position as the noble scion of the Li Family to scold these people, and subsequently win them over...

Yeah, right! To a master of Great Grandmaster level, even the Imperial Family wouldn’t catch their eye, not to mention the Li Family, currently only temporarily in power, and with a thin veil of legitimacy.

Moreover, is there a lack of kings these days?

Therefore, as soon as Li Jiancheng spoke, Ouyang Xiyi and Tai Chongshan both inwardly exclaimed: not good!

Li Xiuning, protected behind Chai Shao, changed her expression, just about to speak.

Sui Yi had already looked over.

What the hell?!

Li Jiancheng immediately stepped back, his face pale, while Li Yuanji and the others instinctively retreated as well.

This person was indeed Sui Yi, but why was his gaze so terrifyingly cold?

No visible change, yet it exuded an inexplicably striking and frigid indifference, devoid of any warmth.

Shong Xiufang turned pale, subconsciously clasping her wrist, the slight pain snapped her back to reality, and she secretly recalled the "doctor" who had softly advised her to take care of her own health the other day indoors.

Looking at this person now...

"Teacher?" Shong Xiufang gently called out.

Sui Yi glanced at her, then turned away, walking towards the lake, palm opened, with the Evil Emperor’s Relic spinning, threads of the Evil Emperor’s Essence twisting and wrapping around Sui Yi’s arm.

As he walked, Sui Yi’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper, slowly saying, "Jin, you may have been wrong. I am not entirely devoid of desire for slaughter; it seems the more I discover over time, the deeper the urge for bloodshed grows within me."

Demon Que scratched a continuous, unnerving sharp sound across the ground.

"In youth, my mind was unsettled, copying 3,150 rolls of the ’Heart Clarity Spell’ and inscribing 2,098 rolls of the ’Sitting Buddha’."

"As I grew up, I forgot what was to be forgotten and remembered what was to be remembered..."

"But some things became more distinct."

"For instance, if something is to be protected, something else must inevitably be killed."

Sui Yi had already reached the lake’s edge, paused, and raised his eyes, "You pose too great a threat to me."

"You cannot be left alive."

In that second, Sui Yi was no longer Sui Yi, nor the High Priest, but seemed to possess the aura of someone else.

For example... Wu Jue.

Jin’s expression changed rapidly, yet she did not retreat, for this battle could not afford retreat, and Sui Yi wouldn’t allow her that option, not to mention her own pride was at stake.

So then...

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

From beneath Jin’s feet, the lake spread out like boiling hot water, bubbles pierced the surface, a bizarre sight indeed, and Ouyang Xiyi and others were quite shocked, yet they secretly thought of Natasha’s fireball from some time ago, making it seem like this wasn’t much in comparison.

The Western Regions were not lacking in bizarre Techniques like this either.

But...

Tai Chongshan looked towards Sui Yi, who took a step forward.

With that step, his foot fell upon the water’s surface.

It seemed like a decisive hammer blow, or like a layer of solidified starch; once immersed, it spread slowly and silently from one side to the other, quickly calming those bubbles.

Soon, one side of the lake was boiling, the other, dead silent.

This is the lake of Luo River.

Perhaps, this is the Battle of Luo River.

Ouyang Xiyi and the others, rather than anxious, were filled with light in their eyes; this was a battle of great strength, a battle at the Grandmaster Level.

"It’s been many years... How many years since there was a Grandmaster level battle in the Martial Arts World? Was it Master Song of the Clan, or Great Hermit Ning, these people have been silent for many years now... Coupled with Shi Zhixuan’s retreat, and the likes of Zhu Yuyan concealed and undisclosed, the Jianghu has been quiet for far too long."

If not for recent activities by Wanwan and the others, Ouyang Xiyi would think their Martial Arts World in the Jianghu had already begun to decline.