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Jiang Han was deliberating matters in the secret chamber, unaware that a significant disturbance had erupted at the mountain gate.
A figure flew out from the void, and wherever he passed, the air exploded, creating a vacuum as he descended upon Manichaeism's Bright Summit.
"Jiang Han, come out and die!"
A young man dressed in a Dragon Robe shouted angrily, his face filled with frost.
The spiritual energy in the air surged violently, causing the surrounding mountain gates to tremble.
To dare shout such words at Bright Summit, the identity of this newcomer must be extraordinary.
An elder guarding the mountain gate glanced at the newcomer with a cold expression and said, "Which dynasty's prince or noble are you to be so brazen at my Manichaeism's mountain gate? Do you understand the consequences of such behavior?"
Observing the newcomer's demeanor, he felt that he did not resemble an ordinary prince or noble; he suspected that he might be from one of the Four Great Ancient Kingdoms. However, Manichaeism was far from the Central Plains, and their only enemies were the Western Chu Royal Family.
Yet now, facing pressure from Da Zhou and Great Qi, the Western Chu Royal Family was likely too preoccupied with their own troubles to seek out Manichaeism for trouble.
Thinking this, he discreetly scanned his surroundings, concerned that there might be hidden experts nearby. After all, a Martial Arts Grandmaster would need to be incredibly bold to dare shout at Bright Summit!
"Hmph," the man snorted coldly, soaring into the air. With a horizontal grip on his long spear, a buzzing sound roared. A stream of blood-red, eerie energy flowed along the spear's body. That was the life force of the enemies he had killed; the more he absorbed, the stronger his blood spear became. "I am the Eighth Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty; quickly call your worthless leader out!"
The Mountain Guardian Elder had initially intended to speak with him calmly and probe for hidden truths, but upon witnessing such humiliation towards Manichaeism, he was instantly filled with rage. So what if it was the Great Zhou? The mountains are high and the emperor is far away! It was not the same as several thousand years ago when it was a mighty dynasty!
Although Manichaeism was certainly not as powerful as the Great Zhou, it had not reached a point where it needed to bow down to them! He signaled to the clever youngsters to report to their superiors, and then the Mountain Guardian Elder resolutely stepped forward. Although he was merely a Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster, he could not allow the other party to casually insult Manichaeism.
For someone like him, who regarded Manichaeism as a faith, it could be defeated but never be brought down! "What an arrogant little brat!" The Mountain Guardian Elder's face turned furious as he swung a purple-gold hammer and shouted, "If you have the guts, let’s fight for three hundred rounds!"
The Eighth Prince scoffed, his face full of disdain. Then, as if recalling something, he spoke in a nonchalant tone: "Very well, today I shall stretch my muscles and see just how much weight your Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster from this remote area carries."
Under the powerful influence of the Central Plains Martial Arts World since childhood, the Eighth Prince often looked down on overseas Loose Cultivators and foreign Sects with disdain.
"Thief, do not be so arrogant!"
The Mountain Guardian Elder's hair stood on end as a powerful battle intent erupted from him. He swung his large hammer like a small giant, with golden light flickering beneath his skin.
Clearly, he had cultivated the Indestructible Vajra Skill!
At this moment, many disciples of Manichaeism began to worry about the Mountain Guardian Elder.
To be fair, was the Mountain Guardian Elder strong? Yes, he was a Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster, a rare top expert in the entire Western Region.
However, the Eighth Prince was no ordinary person; daring to shout at Bright Summit showed a level of courage that few could possess, and an overwhelming aura surged forth from him.
A massive field of energy formed around him, roaring and surging.
In terms of momentum alone, the two were worlds apart. The Mountain Guardian Elder was merely a Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster. In contrast, the Eighth Prince had clearly ventured far into the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster.
"Fight!"
Fearless, the Mountain Guardian Elder activated the mountain gate formation, channeling power into himself. Suddenly, he swelled up like a balloon, resembling a walking giant.
"Seeking death! You think you can stop me?"
The Eighth Prince wore a contemptuous smile on his face: "At your age, you've only reached this level? You're nothing but a waste!"
"You are seeking your own doom!"
The Mountain Guardian Elder was instantly furious, his face turning red. Even though he knew that he might ultimately lose this fight, he was unwilling to retreat even a step.
He decisively struck out, swinging his hammer as if a star was falling, aiming it at the Eighth Prince.
"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" He pushed off the ground with his royal foot, and in an instant, beams of divine light surged forth, True Qi howling as it charged outwards.
"Boom!"
The beams of divine light from both sides collided fiercely, as if the very heavens and earth were about to collapse. The energy swept through, suddenly draining the spiritual energy, making it seem as if the mountains themselves were about to crumble.
However, in that brief moment of contact, the divine light emitted by the Eighth Prince struck the Mountain Guardian Elder's purple-gold hammer, sending him and his hammer flying away.
The outcome was clear!
"Hmph!"
The Mountain Guardian Elder was sent flying, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a significant setback.
"You are no match for him; come back for now!" Just as he was about to fight again, a voice stopped him.
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