Martial Boss Chapter 821

At the border of Shuzhou, a sombre atmosphere makes the vast hills seem dull. The two sides facing each other are both at sword point, ready to strike.

The Cang Sheng Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect have been facing each other at the border of Shu Prefecture for two hours. Both sides are wary of each other, but both refuse to back down.

In the sky above the Cang Sheng Sect, Mu Cang Sheng, who was sitting on his throne, looked at the image that appeared in front of him and said in a hateful voice, “Old Man Shi Fate, you are really good, you have undermined me.”

Mu Cang Sheng had never expected that Old Man Time-Life’s response would be so timely and ruthless. In just one night, on the way to hunt down the Golden Wolf Khan King, the Great Qian was split.

This caused Mak Cang Sheng’s well-made plans to instantly turn to dust, even as the road ahead was difficult.

“Heh, each other, isn’t it true that Sect Master Mu has also shaded the old man?” The image of Old Man Time Life also showed his anger, “No one would have thought that the sect master of the Western Cang Sheng Cult would be the son of the Great Qian’s Great Ancestor, the imperial ancestor of the imperial family. Should I call you Sect Master Mu? Or should I call you Prince Niansheng.”

Prince Ji Niansheng, a renowned Tong Shen powerhouse three hundred years ago, had even entered the level of the supreme powerhouse after receiving Ji Mu Qing’s transmission of kung fu.

He once wanted to wipe out the world, but the timing was not right and he was severely injured. At that time, the forces of the jianghu had just eradicated Ji Muqing and were in a sensitive period, so they would not allow Ji Niansheng to continue on Ji Muqing’s path.

So Ji Niansheng was defeated, so badly that he gave up the throne, which should have been his, to his nephew, who was not good at martial arts, in order to compromise. He himself, however, remained in seclusion in the imperial tomb to heal from his heavy wounds.

But Ji Niansheng did not sink there. Today, three hundred years later, he has returned again in the name of Mu Cang Sheng.

“Yesterday’s events died yesterday, and today’s events are born today. I am Mak Cansheng, the one who shepherds the living. Old Man of Time and Destiny, even with the Blade God present.” Mak Cansheng said coldly.

“Is that so?”

A sound like the clash of golden gongs rang out from the array plate suspended in front of him, and the image of the Old Man of Time and Destiny split from top to bottom, and a blade mark appeared.

There was no sword qi, just a domineering sword intent that cut the illusory image in half, cut the array disk below in half, and even appeared to cut the pupils of the onlookers in the midst of the crowd, to cut their pupils in half.

“Humph…”

Mu Cansheng snorted coldly and waved his hand to shake away the sword intent created out of nothing, saving the Four Directions Dharma King around him from being traumatised.

However, this did not come without a price. A slash mark faintly appeared on the right hand that Mak Cansheng waved. Although it was fleeting, the presence of that blade mark fell into the eyes of the crowd.

“My subordinate deserves to die.” The four Dharma Kings all half-kneeled in the air and said.

Mu Cansheng was blocking the blade for them, this was clear to the Four Directions Dharma Kings. If it hadn’t been for Mu Cansheng blocking the blade, the Four Directions Dharma King’s eyes at this moment would have been very traumatized.

When Qing Yu was just peering between the vault of heaven, he was injured in the eye by the Blade God’s blade intent. Now that the Blade God was nearby, the blade intent was not comparable to the one Qing Yu had received. If there was no Mak Cang Sheng to block the blade, the Four Square Dharma King would have to go and heal honestly.

“Get up,” said Cang Sheng, waving his hand, “a great battle is coming, who will kill the enemy for me if you are injured? Besides, blocking the Blade God’s blade intent was also a test of his strength by this seat. Now it seems ——”

Mu Cansheng looked at his white right hand, at the place where the blade marks disappeared, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

Although it was only a trivial wound, not even a minor one, the appearance of the blade marks was undoubtedly proof of the gap between Mu Cansheng and the Blade God.

To be able to do so with just a blade intent using the Thousand Mile Mirror Light Formation as a medium, his true combat power must be terrifying to the extreme. He could not have imagined that he could not win against Nangong Broken Sword with his 300 years of power, which was more than 180 years.

Hearing this, the Four Method Kings said with some hesitation, “Thank you, Sect Leader.”

They slowly stood up, except for Nangong Ling who was still half-kneeling in the air.

“Dharma King Nangong ——,” Dongfang Hanzhang whispered.

Mu Cang Sheng looked up at Nangong Ling, only to see Nangong Ling clasping his hands and bowing his head tightly, saying, “My subordinate’s lax discipline has allowed such scum to come out of the Nangong family, it is my subordinate’s sin.”

The Blade God, Nangong Broken Sword, came from a side branch of the Nangong Family, and in terms of seniority, he was also Nangong Ling’s cousin.

“If I wanted to blame you, I would have done so a hundred years ago, why would I wait until today,” Mu Cansheng looked at Nangong Ling’s bowed head and shook his head, “Besides, when Nangong Broken Sword left the Nangong Family, you were only in your twenties and had not been in charge. Even if you were to suffer, it would not be your turn.”

When Nangong Broken Sword left the Western Region, your father reported to this throne that he was the only one who wanted to leave the family and go out to make his own way in the world. At first, this throne even tacitly approved of his departure. After all, no one would have thought that that insignificant side branch’s son would become the Blade God of today.”

“It’s just that, in the end, Nangong Broken Sword has also cultivated a Nangong Knuckle for this throne, Nangong Fa Wang you are not guilty, but rather meritorious.”

Saying that, Mu Cansheng raised his hand and helped Nangong Ling up.

“Thank you, Sect Master.” Nangong Ling was almost two hundred years old, but now he was somewhat unable to hold back the wetness in the corners of his eyes.

Their four families, from childhood, were instilled with allegiance to the Empress of Men, and only Nangong Broken Sword was not valued at the time, not educated in the family’s loyalty, otherwise it would have been this way by now.

“The strength of Nangong Broken Sword is so profound that the only way to hold him back is for this throne and Yan Luo to fight together. Therefore, the key to this battle still lies with you and the others.

Among the Ten Kings, the Five Official Kings have fallen in Karthim, and most of the rest are not here, only King Qin Guang and King Equality can help you. The Nine Heavens, to which the Elder of Time and Destiny belongs, is a mixture of forces that are not united, but can use more power than we can, so you need to be careful.” Mak Cang Sheng instructed.

“I respectfully follow the teachings of the sect master.”

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On the other side, Elder Timeless Life looked at his own image being split in half and said a little furtively, “Blade God, there is no need for the transmission of blade intent to split my image as well, right?”

The Blade God’s blade intent was too intimidating, and as Old Man Time-Life watched his own image being split, he himself felt a cold feeling of empathy.

“I’m not sure how much weight you have,” Nangong Broken Sword said, “if this blade intent could have cleaved you, you would have died under my blade years ago.”

“But just by dodging that slash, I lost a few months of my life,” whispered the Old Man of Time, laughing to himself, “I am indeed old, too old to make a move. As soon as I do, my few remaining lives will be lost. This thieving God ——”

The whispered words were self-deprecating, resentful, and more than that, resigned.