Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 130

“Primordial Golden Bell Shield, block it for me!”

Jiang Tian’s strike was too sudden and too cunning. Mo Haoxiong didn’t even have time to dodge. Cursing inwardly, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

With a thunderous boom, his face turned crimson, and his feet sank deep into the marble floor. Every one of his pores expelled true energy, forming a shimmering golden protective shield above his head.

“My Primordial Golden Bell Shield can even withstand bombs!” Mo Haoxiong said with a stern, proud sneer.

“This is the legendary refining Qi into Gang Armor!” the onlookers exclaimed in awe.

Even Wei Peng looked on with admiration.

Even Wei Shuofeng showed a slight change in expression. To reach this level in martial arts was to rival a spellcaster who had entered the Dao.

“Trash! You can’t withstand a single blow!” Jiang Tian said disdainfully, his right hand continuing to press down.

The demon flame longsword sliced through the Primordial Golden Bell energy shield as if cutting grass. A thin line of blood appeared from Mo Haoxiong’s forehead down to his crotch. In the next second, his body erupted into flames and instantly turned to ash.

If not for the charred, messy patch of marble and the lingering flames, one might have thought he had never been there at all.

The hall fell dead silent. Everyone stared in disbelief at that tall, imposing figure.

Mo Haoxiong, Lingnan’s only martial arts grandmaster, had been killed by Jiang Tian just like that? So easily?

“My god, that’s terrifying!”

“He’s simply a demon!”

“He must be a demon, not human! Absolutely a demon!”

Everyone was terrified, their souls shaking. Their legs trembled, their bodies shivered, cold sweat poured down, and their faces turned as pale as paper.

They were all powerful figures in their own right, had seen death, even killed with their own hands, and were utterly ruthless.

But they had never witnessed such a brutal and cruel method of killing. Mo Haoxiong had been completely erased from this world!

Everyone looked panicked, their eyes turning to Wei Shuofeng, hoping he would act.

Even Wei Shuofeng was slightly moved, his sharp eyes flickering as he said softly, “Cultivating both spells and martial arts. Rare!”

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn’t spoken in years. Yet, he still showed no intention of making a move.

Wei Peng pointed at Jiang Tian and shouted angrily, “Jiang Taichu, stand down! Do you not know that the Jiangbei tycoons are already under my control?”

Hearing this, everyone felt slightly reassured.

Yes, the revered Master Wei had already moved his forces in and taken control of the Jiangbei faction. Jiang Tian would surely hesitate, fearing for his people.

“Heh, boasting shamelessly. You think those worthless scum can harm my people?” Jiang Tian paced with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and leisurely, full of disdain. “Those disciples of yours are already dead!”

“What? You’re talking nonsense!” Wei Peng couldn’t believe it.

The men they had sent were all spellcasters who had entered the Dao!

Once they cast their spells, they were unpredictable as ghosts and gods, killing as easily as cutting grass. A dozen special forces soldiers couldn’t stop them.

Just then, a man covered in blood stumbled in, crying out in horror and agony:

“Master! Senior Brother! The operation failed! The other side was wearing protective artifacts made by that Master Jiang! All the other disciples were killed by the backlash!”

After saying this, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open, motionless—dead with everlasting grievance.

In truth, his internal organs had already been shattered by the magical backlash. Making a desperate run to the Wei family to deliver the message had used the last of his strength.

The great hall fell into a dead silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was dumbfounded, rooted to the spot, staring at Jiang Tian with utter fear as if he were a demon god.

He wasn’t even present! Just the artifacts he left for the Jiangbei group had killed over a dozen Wei family disciples. What kind of power was that?

This kind of magical ability was like that of a god—too terrifying. I’m afraid even the Wei family’s prodigy, Young Master Wei Peng, would be slightly inferior.

Indeed, Wei Peng himself now realized Jiang Tian’s fearsomeness. His face pale, he retreated step by step.

“Wei Shuofeng, do you dare to fight me now?”

Jiang Tian didn’t even glance at Wei Peng. Instead, he looked disdainfully at Wei Shuofeng and asked in a deep voice.

Everyone felt suffocated, finding it hard to breathe, their faces deathly pale.

Jiang Tian was as forceful as a dragon, crushing all opposition within the Wei family. Now he actually wanted to challenge Wei Shuofeng, Lingnan’s number one spellcaster!

“Master Jiang! Revered Master Wei! Senior Mo! Please wait a moment!”

Just then, several figures in military uniforms hurried in. The leader was actually Tang Guozhu, the head of the Tang family.

He looked around in surprise and asked, “Where is Senior Mo Haoxiong?”

No one dared to answer. Everyone looked warily at Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian said lightly, “I already killed him.” His tone was relaxed, as if he had merely killed a chicken.

“Ah, I was still a step too late!” Tang Guozhu stamped his foot, his face full of regret. Then, pulling himself together, he looked at Jiang Tian and Wei Shuofeng with a bitter smile. “Master Jiang, Revered Master Wei, military leadership asked me to relay a message. They hope you experts can shake hands and make peace, to avoid a major conflict.”

Jiang Tian frowned and pretended to be angry. “The Wei family injured my brothers in Jiangbei first. I must have my revenge!”

In truth, the Jiangbei group hadn’t lost a single hair. It was the Wei family that had suffered heavy losses.

But Jiang Tian needed to defeat Wei Shuofeng to obtain the Xuanhuang Hou Earth Pot and complete the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Array.

Having fought his way to the Wei family’s doorstep, how could he just stop now? That would be like entering a treasure mountain and leaving empty-handed.

“If we are to shake hands and make peace, fine! Then Wei Shuofeng must hand over the Xuanhuang Hou Earth Pot and all his family assets!”

“You’re insane! That is the heirloom treasure of our esteemed Wei family, a family of spellcasters! How could a lowlife like you even dare to covet it?” Wei Peng’s face turned red with anger. Emboldened by the military’s presence, he pointed at Jiang Tian and cursed.

“Racket!” Jiang Tian raised his hand and swatted at Wei Peng as if swatting a fly.

He made no spellcasting gestures—no hand seals, no incantations—just a light, casual swipe.

But Wei Peng felt the energy of heaven and earth grow restless and agitated, pressing down on him like Mount Buzhou collapsing. His bones felt on the verge of shattering, and alarm bells rang incessantly in his heart.

His eyes sharpened. His hands flew up and down like butterflies, forming hand seals. He stomped his right foot and roared, “Mountain-Bearing Shield!”

Southern School Finger Technique—Palms and Fingers Forming Arrays!

The Wei family had combined various schools of Feng Shui secrets—Nine Palaces Flying Star, Shaking the Dragon and Touching the Acupoint, the Ways of the Eight Trigrams and Six Harmonies—to create this secret technique.

Using palms and fingers to form seals, they communicated with the energy of heaven and earth to form terrifying offensive power and solid defense.

If a array master had been present, they would have seen strands of heaven and earth’s energy surge and converge madly, forming a thick energy shield inscribed with talismanic patterns that protected his entire body.

This energy shield was the ultimate defensive technique of the Wei family’s spellcasting, boasted to be able to withstand the pressure of a great mountain at its peak, thick as a city wall.

Although Wei Peng hadn’t cultivated it to the pinnacle, he had achieved about thirty percent mastery—enough to resist a bomb explosion to some extent.

However, against the tremendous force Jiang Tian had sent forth, the Mountain-Bearing Shield shattered as if made of paper.

Immediately after, that violent force, like raging waves crashing against the shore, slammed solidly into Wei Peng’s body.

Wei Peng was sent flying sideways like a scarecrow in a hurricane. With a sickening thud, he was smashed against the wall, blood streaming from his seven orifices as he slowly slumped to the ground.

By now, he had internal bleeding in multiple organs. If the Mountain-Bearing Shield hadn’t blocked seventy percent of the force, he would have been reduced to a pulp.

“Young Master Wei… couldn’t even block a casual slap from Master Jiang?” The crowd was horrified, stumbling backward in fear. They pressed against the walls like misbehaving children, not daring to make a sound, holding their breath.

One by one, they lowered their arrogant heads, not even daring to meet Jiang Tian’s eyes.

This was a clash between Lingnan’s two supreme powerhouses. Even the military had stepped in to mediate. They had no right to interfere.

They only prayed not to anger Jiang Tian and become collateral damage, hoping to leave this banquet intact.

“Adults are talking. Children shouldn’t interrupt! So impolite. How did your grandfather raise you?” Jiang Tian muttered, sounding like a disapproving elder, without even glancing at the terrified, fallen Wei Peng.

Then he looked sideways at Wei Shuofeng on the high platform and said calmly, “Old Wei, masters are lonely. In this current age of declining Dharma, spiritual energy is scarce. It’s hard to find masters of both spells and martial arts! For those of our level to meet an opponent of equal strength is so rare. How about we spar a bit?”

“Oh?” Wei Shuofeng glanced at Jiang Tian and smiled faintly.

“Today, let’s have a wager. If I win, your family assets and the Xuanhuang Hou Earth Pot belong to me!” Jiang Tian said lightly, his hands behind his back. “If I lose, Jiangbei and my unfinished Spirit Gathering Array are yours! Fair, isn’t it?”

“Fair. Very fair! This wager, I accept,” Wei Shuofeng said, examining Jiang Tian carefully for the first time, and nodded.

“Good. Elder Tang and everyone present here must bear witness!” Jiang Tian said with a faint smile.

Everyone was shocked, their expressions excited, speechless.

This was a staggering wager! Involving hundreds of billions, affecting the entire Lingnan region.

Only Tang Guozhu took a deep breath and nodded. “The military won’t interfere in conflicts between spellcasters, but I can act as a witness.”

“This old man observed the celestial phenomena at night and once sensed a dragon emerging in Jiangbei. I didn’t expect you to be this formidable!” Wei Shuofeng’s face suddenly darkened. His tiger-like eyes blazed with intense light as he shot a bolt of lightning, thick as a finger, towards Jiang Tian’s head.

Zila!

The lightning bolt shot towards Jiang Tian’s mind.

Jiang Tian’s eyes focused. A strand of divine sense shot out from between his eyebrows to meet the lightning.

Kacha!

The two bolts of lightning collided violently in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere before dispersing together.

“Generating lightning from divine will, interfering with reality! So strong!” many spellcasting experts exclaimed in awe, feeling sharp pain in their minds, unsteady on their feet. Even Tang Guozhu watched wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

“Wei Shuofeng, since my rise, you are the first whose mental cultivation has reached this level!” Jiang Tian’s expression didn’t change as he sighed leisurely.

“You are also very strong!” Wei Shuofeng said gravely, sighing deeply. “This old man has read ancient texts recording that the real masters of antiquity had mental power condensed like steel blades, ten times stronger than today’s spellcasters. Seeing it today, it is indeed true!”

He rose to his full height. Without any visible movement, he shot out like a missile, landing hundreds of meters out on the sea in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, rain poured down. Deep within the clouds, lightning danced like silver snakes, flashing madly. The sea, whipped by the fierce wind, churned with waves several meters high.

He stood upon the rolling waves like an immortal, as steady as the mythical divine needle. His voice carried clearly back to the villa:

“The strong of antiquity loved to perform martial arts atop peaks and cast spells overlooking great marshes. How about you and I battle upon these endless waves, to truly display the bearing and artistic conception of us spellcasting adepts!”