NOVEL NEXT Chapter 755: Suona Accompanied by Gymnastics
"Master, your disciple has found a good bow."
Stepping out of the study, Long Zixuan reported to Li Fan.
Li Fan glanced at it but was immediately stunned, his eyes revealing a glimpse... of affection for the mentally challenged.
Just now, he thought Long Zixuan had improved, knowing to pick a sharp weapon.
But who would have guessed, he actually grabbed such a bow blank?
Was he planning to use the bow blank as a club and swing it around to smash things?
Speechless.
He also glanced at Qing Chen, only to see Qing Chen grabbing his broom again...
Li Fan felt even more helpless, oh well, he couldn't force his disciples...
He could only nod his head and say,
"Go then."
"Be careful."
Immediately, Long Zixuan, Qing Chen, Wu Dade, Big Black Dog, and Wu Xiaokun turned and left the house.
...
On the way, Wu Xiaokun repeated the situation to Wu Dade, Long Zixuan, and Big Black Dog.
"The Martial Dao Golden Ranking?"
After hearing this, Big Black Dog's canine eyes flashed with contemplation and glanced at Long Zixuan.
"Based on this Emperor's abundant experience... This thing usually has a trap."
It spoke.
"Based on Fat Master's abundant experience of being tricked by you... Fat Master believes you."
Wu Dade muttered.
"Woof, human pet, you want to die, is that it?!"
...
At this moment.
Oath Keeping Valley.
The vast Deadman Wilderness surged with murderous intent.
Outside Oath Keeping Valley, Xuan Yizong had arrived; thousands of people lined up in a row, their presence shaking the valley.
At the mouth of the valley, more than three hundred members of the Oath Guard Clan formed a neat square formation. Wu Song stood at the forefront, coldness in his aged eyes.
Next to him, a young girl stood with a sword in hand.
Xuan Qingyi!
... In this great matter of right and wrong, she chose to stand on the side of the Tomb Guardians.
"Xuan Qingyi, you traitor!"
Xuan Qiulin of Xuan Yizong glared at Xuan Qingyi and shouted angrily,
"Not only did you betray the sect, but you also dared to defect to the enemy; you truly deserve to die!"
Xuan Qingyi replied resolutely,
"The sect is unfortunate, seduced by traitors."
"There's an old saying, if the ruler isn't just, the subjects may turn to another land. What's there to say today? I seek only a battle."
"Seeking death!"
Xuan Qiulin was furious.
He turned his head, looked at Sect Master Xuan Tianqi, and said,
"Sect Master, make your move!"
"Exterminating these petty Tomb Guardians will take but a moment!"
Xuan Tianqi glanced indifferently at the square formation of the Oath Guard Clan, but then said,
"The enemy's formation is somewhat unusual."
"I've been cultivating for many years and have never seen such a thing in the Cultivation World; in my opinion, we should test their strength first."
"Let your son, Xuan Beisong, go."
Xuan Qiulin: "???"
He really wanted to say, damn it, you've arranged for your own son to be in the Beilin Dynasty, and you want my son to charge into battle?
Damn dog.
He shouted angrily,
"Beisong, go!"
Xuan Beisong: "???"
After hesitating for a moment, Xuan Beisong still stepped forward.
He quickly glanced at the members of the Oath Guard Clan; their strongest, Wu Song, was only in the middle stage of the Third Realm, which was the same realm as his.
Hatred flickered in his eyes.
"The death of my child is all because of you!"
"Today, I will avenge my child!"
He shouted loudly, "Five hundred men, follow me into battle!"
With only three hundred members, taking five hundred experts with him was more than enough!
In an instant, within Xuan Yizong, five hundred elite men mounted powerful Hei Lin Horses and charged with him.
The thundering of hooves!
Xuan Yizong had more people, and charging on the Black Scale Horses increased their might significantly; to them, the square formation of the Oath Guard Clan was like no man's land.
Lined up in formation, they would only be shattered by the charge of the Black Scale Horse brigade, suffering heavy casualties and deaths!
"Wu Elder... scatter our clansmen and fight them using the terrain."
Watching the Black Scale Horse brigade thundering towards them, Xuan Qingyi couldn't help but speak up and remind.
Worry was written all over her beautiful eyes; after all, there were only three hundred Oath Guard Clan members, and they were generally weaker than Xuan Yizong. Such a formation... could lead to a terrible death!
But Wu Song shook his head and said,
"No, we won't retreat!"
"Today, we shall show the world the glory of our Oathsworn Clan!"
Then, he raised his hand!
"Follow me!"
Wu Song shouted,
"Gymnastics, Dance of Youth, starts now!"
"On your mark, one two three four!!!"
He directly began... doing gymnastics.
Upon seeing this, the three hundred members of the Oath Guard Clan also organized themselves and started to follow the routine!
"One! Two! Three! Four!"
Wu Song roared like an angry lion; each syllable belted out with immense force.
His movements were slow, but he put his full strength into each one.
The whole group followed his lead.
Accompanied by the rhythm of the suona, the three hundred Oath Guard Clan members started doing gymnastics!
The scene was incredibly surreal!
At this moment, suddenly, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds surged!
Xuan Qingyi couldn't help but change her expression; this gallantry... was indeed extraordinary.
Endless Chaotic Spiritual Energy began to gather toward this area, pulsing with the movements of the Oath Guard Clan, as if to form a Spiritual Energy storm!
"No..."
A Xuan Yizong cultivator charging at the front suddenly felt something was off, and the next moment, he and his horse were sent flying!
This was just the beginning, as the spiritual energy storm raged, dozens of Xuan Yizong members were swept into the sky and then smashed heavily back to the ground, leaving some dead and others injured!
"What's happening?"
"No, this spiritual energy... Why does it feel like a huge wave?"
"We can't get close!"
The crowd shouted, their voices filled with shock.
For a moment, the five hundred-strong force of Xuan Yizong experts, led by Xuan Beisong, descended into chaos.
"Steady yourselves!"
Xuan Beisong was extremely angry as he commanded,
"Continue the charge, do not retreat!"
He flicked the reins and, leading a group of masters, attempted to break through the spiritual energy storm.
However, at that moment, Wu Song suddenly shouted loudly,
"The suona, play!"
Suddenly, the piercing sound of suonas filled the air!
—They were Tomb Guardians, and their skill in funeral processions was profound, so naturally, playing the suona was no challenge for them.
During their practice of gymnastics with broadcast routines, they discovered that pairing music with their movements made them more powerful and the gymnastics more engaging.
So, at this critical moment, they employed the suona!
As the sound of the suona rose, spirited and uplifting, echoing through the valley, every member of the Oathsworn Clan felt their spirits lift.
Three hundred Oathguards, led by the suona, performed their gymnastics, a scene that was utterly bewitching.
Wu Song continued to shout the rhythm,
"Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"
Raise arms, hands on hips, kick legs!
Three hundred Oathguards kicked out in unison, and instantly, the spiritual energy went into a wild frenzy.
Even Xuan Beisong found his pupils shrinking as he realized... he simply couldn't withstand this force.
"How is this possible..."
He was a mid-stage Third Realm cultivator…
But before he had time to think further, the Black Scale Horse he was riding let out a long neigh as its front legs were lifted and it flipped over, throwing him off.
Xuan Beisong was sent flying.
Bang!
He crashed hard into the ground, vomiting blood on impact!
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked and dismayed.
"What is going on?"
"What evil technique are these Tomb Guardians using?"
"They're so strong! Those movements, when performed together, have such terrifying power!"
Members of Xuan Yizong voiced their thoughts one after another.
Xuan Tianqi, however, had a serious expression as he said,
"Ancient Law!"
This... must be the Ancient Law Xuan Qingyi had described earlier.
The power... was beyond imagination.
"If my Xuan Yizong could obtain it, we would surely be invincible in the Beixuan Continent!"
He was covetous!
In the rear, atop a carriage,
Hei Luo was watching this scene from a distance, his aged eyes also flashing with surprise and confusion.
"This Ancient Law... unheard of, unseen."
"Even that organization… doesn't have it, right?"
He was extremely perplexed...
Could it be that those from the True Ancestor World have come?
—Before the Age of the Ancient White Mist, the Primordial Ancestral World was a single entity, but a world-shattering war led to the formation of "One Realm, Four Domains Eight Desolations," with the One Realm referring to the True Ancestor World, holding half of the original Primordial Ancestral World!
The True Ancestor World's status was far above the Four Domains and Eight Desolations, where almost all of the strongest inheritances of the Nine Laws were now.
Within the Four Domains Eight Desolations, forces above the Sixth Realm were rare!
The world's most powerful Ancient Law Cultivators were almost all in the True Ancestor World...
He pondered deeply!
Meanwhile, at the front.
"Sect Master, attack with full force, capture them and seize the Ancient Law!"
Xuan Qiulin couldn't wait any longer!
Xuan Tianqi raised his hand.
"Attack!"
Xuan Yizong's entire army launched their offensive.
Thousands charged, the momentum thundering, the very ground seeming to tremble.
The murderous aura was intense, immensely oppressive.
In contrast, the Oathsworn Clan only counted three hundred... isolated and vulnerable.
The menacing aura was like a dark cloud, causing the movements of the Oathsworn Clan to become somewhat disordered and hesitant.
—The time the Oathguards had to learn the "Dance of Youth" warm-up routine was simply too short!
Their combined strength... was still much weaker than that of Xuan Yizong!
"They can't hold on, charge!"
"Kill them!"
"Seize the Ancient Law, enrich our sect!"
Members of Xuan Yizong, upon seeing this, all shouted out.
"Wu Elder... we can't hold on!"
"What do we do..."
Panic showed on the faces of the Oathguards.
But just then, a terrifying storm swept in from nowhere.
Dust rose in the air, like a tornado sweeping abruptly across the field, sending over a hundred riders flying!
"What's happening?"
"Where did this tornado come from??"
Members of Xuan Yizong were taken aback, quickly pulling their horses to a stop, not daring to make another move.
"A Spiritual Power storm?"
Xuan Tianqi turned his gaze in a certain direction.
There, a group of young people had emerged.
Four youths, and one big black dog!
At the forefront, a monk with a smile on his lips, holding a broom.
Traces of wind still lingered at the tip of the broom.
Xuan Tianqi's gaze sharpened instantly, realizing that the terrifying tornado had come from this monk??
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I'll hurry with the next chapter tomorrow.
That's it for now, going to sleep.