Chapter 335 — The Peerless Master Who Courts Death
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He knew his mind was too agitated, so much so that even his dao heart had been shaken by this tremendous news. Though he was an old monster who had lived ten thousand years, this immense joy had still addled him, and he could not settle his dao heart. "Once I cultivate to the Spirit Bridge realm and open the Spirit Bridge Divine Treasury, becoming a god will be no trouble at all! I must raise my cultivation quickly!
" Just then the Shaman Venerable came to report outside the sacred hall of the Golden Palace: "Great Venerable, the front is hard-pressed. Khan Luandi sends word that the Jingping Imperial Preceptor has reached the front, and these past two days another has arrived, called the Nether Demon Sect Master. His swordsmanship is godlike — he showed his hand, and sword-light like a sea seized control of the battlefield for hundreds of li around.
" Ban Gongcuo was astonished, then laughed despite himself: "Has Luandi gone mad? The Nether Demon Sect Master is that little devil surnamed Shen. How could he have such ability?
Sword-light controlling hundreds of li? Even in my past life I had no such skill!
The Jingping Imperial Preceptor likely doesn't either, and he's still nursing wounds besides. Mad ravings — sheer mad ravings. " The Shaman Venerable said, "Khan Luandi's meaning is that he begs the Great Venerable to dispatch the Golden Palace's experts to reinforce him. " Ban Gongcuo was in excellent spirits and laughed: "That boy Luandi is a bit too timid.
I've already sent orders to the steppe for a hundred khans to aid him. Over a hundred tribes and a hundred khans have all gone to lend him a hand; those khans are hardly weak in cultivation, and the Kingdom of Langjuxu is attacking Cold Iron Pass in the north as well, dividing Jingping's forces — and still he wants to borrow the Golden Palace's strength. " The Shaman Venerable said hastily, "Great Venerable, how should we answer Khan Luandi? His talk of sword-light like a sea does not seem feigned. " Ban Gongcuo rose and paced back and forth: "Sword-light like a sea, sword-light like a sea.
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. I have seen such swordsmanship before! Heh heh, it seems that one has arrived. The old Human Sovereign is not quite at peace even on the verge of death. " The Shaman Venerable shuddered.
"The old Human Sovereign? " "If the old Human Sovereign has shown himself, then matters are much easier.
" Ban Gongcuo said with a smile, "This is the Golden Palace's chance to shine. Go to the Holy Mountain of the Western Land, burn incense, and invite the people of Heaven Above to come. Tell them the old Human Sovereign has walked out of the Desolate Ruins.
I will take the Golden Palace's experts ahead to reinforce the border.
" The Shaman Venerable's expression changed drastically, and he blurted, "Great Venerable, think thrice!
With the old Human Sovereign here, his swordsmanship is so sublime that I fear our Golden Palace. . .
" Ban Gongcuo said leisurely, "The Golden Palace is a holy land after all — should we fear this old bastard who won't die? The Jingping Imperial Preceptor is finished, Emperor Yanfeng is finished, Dao Lord Rulai is decrepit, and neither the Daoist sect nor the Great Tingming Temple has anyone fit to lead.
The Nether Demon Sect's master, that boy Shen, is barely out of diapers and utterly useless. Jingping deserves to be destroyed. " The Shaman Venerable was briefly taken aback and said hurriedly, "Great Venerable, Jingping is not to be underestimated. " Ban Gongcuo tucked the Golden Book Precious Scroll close to his body and walked out, smiling: "You overestimate them.
The Golden Palace is not to be trifled with either — we have more than ten experts of Sect Master caliber, plus over a hundred steppe khans.