Chapter 242: Chapter 200 Dominating the Scene: Innate One Qi Demon Suppression Clavicle Shrinking Great Method!
Silence!
Absolute silence!
North and south of the Beiyin River, a deathly stillness reigned!
The experts of the Six Great Sects and the Taixu Sword Sect were so shocked they couldn’t speak, and the surrounding Jianghu onlookers were all frozen, mouths agape, thoughts in disarray.
But the ones most shocked were undoubtedly Li Qingshan and Mengg Qi, who stood on the Beiyin River.
Each of them stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
This was none other than Zhang Jian, the "Night Shura"!
Among them, Mengg Qi and the other three knew this person’s strength most deeply. His saber techniques were domineering, and none of them could confidently claim they could defeat Zhang Jian outright.
And now, this overwhelmingly powerful figure had been killed so inexplicably, without the slightest resistance?
And the one who did it merely waved a sleeve, as if it required no effort at all?
"There’s definitely something fishy here!"
"He must have used some secret technique!"
"Could it be... he’s already become a Supreme?!"
...
Mengg Qi and the other three felt their minds thrown into chaos, their thoughts an incoherent mess.
And it wasn’t just them.
Even Li Qingshan couldn’t help but swallow hard. He turned to glance at his junior brother behind him, his face unable to hide his shock.
Silence.
Silence defined the Beiyin River today.
The countless Jianghu onlookers surrounding the scene didn’t even dare to whisper amongst themselves, tacitly agreeing to edge back, all wanting to stay as far away from Chen Jichuan as possible, lest they be caught in the crossfire.
On the battlefield, Mengg Qi and the other three wore shifting expressions, finding it impossible to either advance or retreat. The awkwardness was palpable.
On the north bank,
the members of the Golden Blade Shura Sect finally regained their senses. One by one, they were struck by overwhelming shock and grief, bursting into loud, heartrending sobs—
"Master!"
"Patriarch!"
"Ancestral Founder!"
It was Zhang Jian, the "Night Shura," who had founded the Golden Blade Shura Sect. Nearly all of these masters were either his direct disciples or his grand-disciples. Watching Zhang Jian be reduced to dust right before their eyes, they were too stunned to immediately react.
Only now did they begin to wail out in lamentation.
Chen Jichuan paid no attention to these people. His voice rang out clearly, overpowering the crying. He opened his mouth and said, "Mengg Qi stays. The other three, return to the north bank."
At these words,
the wails on the north bank of the Beiyin River came to an abrupt halt.
The eerie silence that had enveloped both banks was immediately shattered.
The tone of these words seemed all too familiar.
The same boundless confidence, yet this time, no one dared to question, mock, or ridicule. Everyone fell utterly silent, fixating on the situation at hand.
"Me? Stay?"
"Brother Mengg stays?!"
"This—"
Mengg Qi and the other three froze in place.
Yan Shidao, Zhangsun Chongyang, and Dong Changlai all turned their gazes toward Mengg Qi in unison.
Mengg Qi’s heart tightened as he gripped his long spear, a faint unease creeping in.
Fortunately, at that moment,
a voice sounded in the ears of all four: "Wang Shan’s methods are sinister. Don’t fall into his trap. This battle cannot continue; we must attack him together and make absolutely sure to kill this man first!"
"Brother Wei!"
"Brother Sili!"
The four perked up at the sound of the voice.
They heard it clearly—it was the voice of the Tianhe Sect’s patriarch, Wei Sili, known as the "Thousand Buddha Hand." His statement broke the deadlock.
Mengg Qi and the other three exchanged glances and immediately shouted in unison, "No need to waste words with this scoundrel—follow me and kill him!"
A single cry.
"Kill!"
"Kill this old dog!"
"Kill the scoundrel and avenge our master!"
Wei Sili, this Void Nether old monster, led the charge, followed by over a hundred experts from the north bank—all at the very least at the Void or Gang Strength levels. They moved as swiftly as lightning, rushing straight for the south bank.
Meanwhile, Mengg Qi and the other three immediately closed in, first surrounding Li Qingshan.
"This is spiraling out of control!"
"The Taixu Sword Sect is in serious danger this time."
"With the Six Great Sects joining forces to attack, the Taixu Sword Sect has no chance of holding out. At this point, it all comes down to whether the Seven-star Sword Saint can truly live up to his reputation or if he’s just putting on airs. Should he truly possess unparalleled combat strength, there might still be a chance to turn the tide."
"It’s unlikely—far too unlikely! Even if he’s extraordinarily powerful, facing hundreds of Void and Gang Strength experts, many of whom are Void Nether-level monsters, it’s hard to imagine he won’t retreat!"
...
As the battle erupted between the north and south banks, Jianghu onlookers retreated even further, igniting a roaring chorus of speculation and debate.
Most of them admitted Chen Jichuan’s remarkable skill.
Yet when they witnessed the Six Great Sects sending over a hundred experts surging forth, their hearts couldn’t help but tremble. They believed Chen Jichuan had no choice but to turn and flee, his chances of victory utterly nonexistent.
All eyes fixed on the south bank, on the figure of the "Seven-star Sword Saint."
Chen Jichuan remained completely unfazed.
He gazed toward the north bank, his face showing displeasure: "How ignorant."
Without waiting for his voice to fade,
he lightly stomped his foot.
Boom!
Suddenly, from both banks of the Beiyin River, with Chen Jichuan at the center, streams of golden light surged forth, spanning the heavens and earth like an all-encompassing Heaven and Earth Net. It spread out, enshrouding the north bank’s crowd, Mengg Qi included.
In the next moment,
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yan Shidao, Zhangsun Chongyang, and Dong Changlai, who had just been surrounding Li Qingshan, were all sent flying, unable to resist as they crashed onto the north bank, even barreling through a dozen Void and Gang Strength experts on their way.
And it wasn’t just them.
Boom!
The experts of the Six Great Sects, who had already stepped onto the Beiyin River, seemed to collide with an impenetrable steel wall. With a thunderous crash, they were all forced back, flying onto the north bank.
Crash! Clatter!
They landed in an unsightly heap, utterly humiliated.
Amidst the chaos, the Beiyin River suddenly cleared, leaving only Mengg Qi and Li Qingshan on the battlefield.
The golden lights crisscrossing the banks reached the heavens above and the Netherworld below, sealing off a portion of the mortal realm and trapping the experts of the Six Great Sects within it.
Silence!
Once again, silence blanketed both banks!
...
"Drawing the ground as a prison?!"
"Impossible!"
"Unimaginable power! With just a wave of his hand, Zhang Jian was killed. With a light stomp, over a hundred Void and Gang Strength experts, including several Void Nether masters, were sent flying, unable to take a single step forward!"
"This—"
"Terrifying! Beyond imagination! Beyond imagination!!!"
...
After what seemed like an eternity,
an uproar finally burst forth from all four corners of the Beiyin River!
If Chen Jichuan’s wave of his sleeve to slay Zhang Jian left the spectators stunned and doubtful,
then this display of "Sealing Heaven and Locking Earth" and "Drawing the Ground as a Prison" utterly crushed all disbelief. No one doubted any longer; no one thought he was merely playing tricks.