CHAPTER 871: CHAPTER 354: YOU OVERESTIMATE YOURSELF

The two people couldn’t help but turn their heads and exchange a glance.

They both thought that Brother Chu was becoming increasingly flamboyant.

At this moment, the entire vicinity of the mountain gate was filled with the screams of a group of young women. The combined sound resonated for miles, penetrating the clouds, causing almost all the Jianghu travelers present to feel a sharp pain in their eardrums, their faces turning pale.

If these screaming women were ordinary people, it wouldn’t matter.

But they all had cultivation, with the lowest being at the Seventh Rank.

Among everyone, only Chu Ming frowned, feeling disheartened.

This guy had left seclusion? Did he really dare to accept the challenge?

Just as Chu Ming was marveling, Chu Xisheng was engaging in a stare-down with Shui Ruge.

"With purple eyebrows, you must be Shui Ruge, and you wish to challenge me?"

Upon seeing Chu Xisheng, Shui Ruge too was invigorated.

He immediately tossed the zither in front of him to the handsome young attendant behind him.

The latter’s spirit instantly relaxed. The discordant zither playing, with chaotic notes that couldn’t even correctly identify the five tones, had thoroughly tormented his ears.

Shui Ruge raised his hand, clasped his fist, and said, "I am Shui Ruge from the Xingxiu Divine Sect, here to seek guidance from the Infinite Blade Lord!"

Chu Xisheng chuckled lightly and leaped down from the sword boat.

The sword boat immediately reverted to the shape of a sword box with a series of ’swish’ sounds, appearing incredibly cool.

Chu Xisheng stood ten zhang in front of Shui Ruge: "I dare not claim the title of Blade Lord, standing here showing off my modest skills before so many masters.

It’s interesting that you traveled tens of thousands of miles just because of some useless article on the Debating Martial Arts Tower, claiming I snatched your position as the Sky Monarch? Does the ranking on the Qingyun List hold such importance?"

Shui Ruge thought to himself that this guy was truly skilled; with just a few sentences, he painted him as someone obsessed with fame and fortune and easily swayed by words—though this was indeed the case.

Shui Ruge couldn’t help but laugh, appearing candid: "I do care about the title of the Qingyun Four Heavenly Monarchs and wanted to find out about the young hero who replaced me. I am also curious about what your Infinite Slash is all about."

Chu Xisheng nodded slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "If you wish to challenge, I certainly cannot refuse. As the noble Purple Eyebrow Heavenly Monarch, you indeed have the qualification to face me. May I ask if Coach Ye is present? Please request the coach to witness our duel."

Upon hearing this, many disciples of the Formless Divine Sect regained their spirits.

This is their Heaven Punishing Saint Transmission, the Infinite Blade Lord!

A significant number of Jianghu travelers felt secretly ashamed.

They had mistakenly thought that the Infinite Blade Lord was uninterested in a fight and was a coward.

These people immediately began to look forward to it.

For the battle between the Purple Eyebrow Heavenly Monarch and the Infinite Blade Lord, the betting pool on the side had already increased to over fifty million Divine Gold.

Many present wanted to know whether Chu Xisheng was famous but unimpressive, or if the rankings on the Debating Martial Arts Tower were genuine and true.

They weren’t particularly concerned with the swordsmanship or techniques of the two.

They mostly didn’t understand it and wouldn’t be able to learn anything from it anyway.

When Shui Ruge saw Ye Zhiqiu, whom he had seen before, stepping out from the crowd, his heart moved.

He thought to himself that this Infinite Blade Lord was indeed an upright gentleman.

He was actually quite wary of those ’Pingtian’ Holy Transmissions of the Formless Divine Sect, feeling very insecure about them.

The elders of his sect had told him that those who perfected the Pingtian Sword in the Formless Divine Sect were incredibly devious, excelling in deceit and trickery.

If a ’Pingtian’ Holy Transmission were truly invited as a witness, he would have to devote at least thirty percent of his attention to them.

He was not ambiguous, taking a few golden needles from his sleeve and inserting them into the back of his head one by one.

"I shall not take advantage of you, my cultivation is three tiers higher than yours. Today, I’ll use these golden needles to limit my True Essence to match your realm."

Chu Xisheng, however, was not convinced, thinking to himself that while Shui Ruge’s cultivation could be limited, his Bloodline Talent could not be, still giving him an advantage.

Moreover, he possessed the Three Branches Power of the Wood Sword Immortal, not inferior to most Martial Cultivators of the Fourth Grade Lower in strength.

He shook his head: "It’s really unnecessary, in the Upper Tier of the Sixth Grade, you’re no match for me in a few moves."

Shui Ruge’s gaze sharpened, then he smiled faintly: "That remains to be seen, I am ready, if the Blade Lord has no objections, let’s have this Coach Ye begin."

By this time, Ye Zhiqiu was already standing beside them.

Holding a Copper Coin delicately in her jade hand, she glanced sideways at Chu Xisheng.

Seeing the young man give a slight nod, she immediately flicked the Copper Coin high into the air.

"Take note, you may act when the coin falls. The Formless Divine Sect and Star Constellation Immortal Sect have watched over each other for ten thousand years. It would be best for you two to stop at the point and not hurt the camaraderie."

Actually, with Ye Zhiqiu’s cultivation, she was not qualified to supervise the duel of these two.

However, both of them were fully confident in their control over their weapons.

Meanwhile, during the dialogue before the mountain gate, three miles away above the clouds, Jian Cangfeng stood suspended in the air, smiling: "Elder Brother, who do you think will win between these two?"

"I don’t know, I can’t gauge the depth of either of them."

Zong Sanping stood with hands behind his back, his face full of admiration: "Our little junior brother is incredibly talented and will undoubtedly inherit the Heaven Punishing Saint Transmission in the future."

If he couldn’t see through their strengths and weaknesses, it was truly impressive.

Jian Cangfeng’s lips curled up slightly: "Elder Brother, you should have participated in the betting? I heard someone say you’ve recently pawned two Magic Artifacts?"