History's Strongest Senior Brother c1-1474

by 八月飞鹰, Ba Yue Fei Ying, August Eagle

  Yet, Yan Zhaoge continued striding forth as he unleashed both his palms, executing two Cyclic Heavenly Seals.

  The violent force jolted the huge axe of white jade that Shang Jun was holding till it very nearly flew out of his grasp!

  He toppled backwards in retreat, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  Shang Jun’s face was already full of shock as he looked again at Yan Zhaoge now.

  He had originally intended to make use of a powerful blow of his high-grade Sacred Artifact to force Yan Zhaoge to stop attacking and evade after which he would intercept where Yan Zhaoge dodged, making use of this chance to reverse the battle situation and gain the upper hand. He would have given Yan Zhaoge no chance to react as he slew him with swift, thunderbolt-like methods.

  Yet, never would he have thought that Yan Zhaoge was actually fearsome to this extent!

  Shang Jun had previously heard that martial practitioners of the external dao gained more powerful martial prowess at the same cultivation level in exchange for their cultivation becoming increasingly difficult in the future…

  Yet, wasn’t this young man here a little too strong?

  While it was utterly ludicrous, a thought still involuntarily flashed through Shang Jun’s mind now.

  Is this guy even human?!

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 912: A figure rarely seen in ten thousand years

  HSSB912: A figure rarely seen in ten thousand years

  A five-coloured light flickered about Yan Zhaoge’s torso, originating from the five main internal organs of his body as they transformed into five divinities.

  As the five elements circulated, the creation of life was infinite and endless with vitality flowing never-endingly.

  As a result, the defensive power and recuperative abilities of his fleshly body were both greatly boosted as it was like he had transformed into a human Cyclic Heavenly Seal, mightily slamming down towards Shang Jun’s face.

  The Heaven Earth Reversing Axe, that high-grade Sacred Artifact that Shang Jun wielded, was actually a mighty weapon. However, it was forced into only being able to passively defend now.

  As he fought, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself, “This high-grade Sacred Artifact that was forged seems to be rather good in quality.”

  His palm nearly jolted the huge axe of white jade out of Shang Jun’s hands.

  “Still, you possessing limited strength aside, your utilisation of high-grade Sacred Artifacts too has not attained perfection, right?”

  “Although you have demonstrated the might of the Sacred Artifact itself, you are unable to achieve the relationship of bolstering each other’s prowess as a veil seems to be separating the two of you.”

  Yan Zhaoge laughed, “It is treasured light that makes you, but also treasured light that breaks you.”

  Another object appeared in his hand which was long and like a sword, yet did not carry a sharp tip.

  The top was level as if it had been snapped off. Yet, there were marks inscribed on the level surface.

  It was none other than the Light Yin Sword Seal.

  Yang Zhaoge clapped out with a palm, suppressing Shang Jun even as he tapped on the Heaven Earth Reversing Axe with the Light Yin Sword Seal.

  Imprinted on by the seal, the radiance of the Heaven Earth Reversing Axe instantly dimmed greatly.

  The axe that looked like white jade seemed to be covered in a layer of lust, having lost its lustre.

  Shang Jun was unable to block the next palm as his defences were broken through and the huge axe of white jade was jolted out of his hands, flying to the side.

  Looking at Shang Jun, Yan Zhaoge shook his head slightly, “When I saw Yang Chong, I was still finding it hard to believe how being at the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm and having cultivated in the martial dao for so many years, could he really never have thought about how serious the problem with your sort of cultivation is?”

  “Having seen you who possess a higher cultivation base, I seem able to understand it better now.”

  “The treasured light of the power of faith within your bodies does not simply affect your cultivation. At the same time, it also subtly affects your thoughts and perception.”

  “All this is gradually imprinted on the depths of your very souls, becoming your common knowledge will you will unquestionably believe to be true, never thinking of doubting or rejecting it.”

  Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips, “Still, the closer one is to the grand dao, the more real it is. One should, logically speaking, still detect it after having attained a certain cultivation level? It is just that you still seem unable to feel it now at yours now.”

  “Then, what sort of cultivation base will you have to attain before you can consciously detect it?”

  Yan Zhaoge appraised Shang Jun, whose expression was livid, “Evil devils and those of the external dao, even if you can be arrogant for a time, let us see how you can be hundreds, thousands of years later.”

  He executed some footwork, consecutively taking twelve steps as ripples blossomed amidst space, resembling walking on floating clouds as he sped backwards in retreat.

  The Earthly Branches Toppling Rain Hand was named as ‘hand’, yet really possessed both palm arts and movement techniques.

  Their Twelve Consecutive Steps virtually possessed the ability to shift space.

  Shang Jun dared not battle Yan Zhaoge anymore as he sought to flee.

  Up in the distance was a Human Exalt of his Immortal Court.

  So long as he could flee over there, he would immediately be safe.

  Yet, how would Yan Zhaoge allow him to escape?

  He formed a seal with his left hand, holding the Light Yin Sword Seal with his right.

  Yan Zhaoge merged entirely with his sword-light as he seemed to have transformed into a long river of time, rapidly speeding off in pursuit of Shang Jun.

  Time flowed on rampantly as space and time seemed to suddenly accelerate about Yan Zhaoge’s body.

  His speed seemed to have abruptly shot to a whole new level as well as he was able to close the distance that Shang Jun could traverse in a few breaths of time in simply a single breath of time.

  Shang Jun felt desperate as he turned and chopped towards Yan Zhaoge with a palm.

  Yan Zhaoge dispersed his sword-light, dodging Shang Jun’s palm.

  He punched outwards, light and darkness intersecting as chaos could indistinctly be seen.

  The next moment, chaos was retracted with light and darkness unceasingly born.

  The boundless darkness faded, transforming into immeasurable radiance.

  Amidst the radiance, twelve heavenly wheels rotated amidst space, resembling twelve divinities of light which illuminated endless space.

  Then, the light was shattered, the two extremities no longer existing as the heavens and earth were extinguished!

  The Great Shattering Brightness Palm in which was secretly integrated profundities of the Peerless Heavenly Scripture ferociously struck the middle of Shang Jun’s chest!

  The ten flickering runes circulated simultaneously around Shang Jun, all his true essence being used to protect his body.

  A muffled boom resounded as the ten runes were all shattered and blood violently spurted out of Shang Jun’s mouth.

  Yan Zhaoge did not cease in his movements as his fist remained before Shang Jun’s chest, exerting force once more!

  The next moment, Shang Jun’s chest was completely pierced through by Yan Zhaoge’s fist!

  Shang Jun stared wide-eyed at Yan Zhaoge, dying with unresolved grievances.

  At this moment, Shang Jun who was usually filled with confidence and a sense of superiority with regard to his dao tradition felt some doubts for the first time.

  As an Immortal Bridge Martial Saint, he had actually died at the hands of a single Seeing Divinity Martial Saint?

  Watching on by the side, Fu Ting suddenly said softly, “You should not feel so unresigned. Of we descendants of the orthodox Three Clear l
ineages, figures like him are probably hard to come by even in a thousand, ten thousand years.”

  She had originally intended to join forces with Yan Zhaoge.

  Having clashed once with Yan Zhaoge before, having a general understanding of his abilities, Fu Ting had not been worried that Yan Zhaoge might be unable to defeat Shang Jun.

  Still, obtaining victory against an enemy and slaying an enemy had two completely different levels of difficulty altogether.

  Even if he was of the Immortal Court’s lineage, if an eighth level Martial Saint did not wish to partake in a battle of life and death and fully concentrated on fleeing, she would not be confident of blocking their escape at the very least.

  Yet, watching the entire battle play out, Fu Ting had fallen silent.

  She had always been a Heaven’s favoured daughter. Having grown up in the World beyond Worlds, ever since she had started cultivating, she had never been defeated by those of the same cultivation level, those of a similar age.

  The Phoenix Prince Zhuang Chaohui was a genius amongst geniuses who was currently at the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm. However, Fu Ting who was at the fifth level of the Martial Saint realm did not fear even him.

  Even Fu Ting’s own father, the Brocade Emperor, might not have been able to defeat her at the same cultivation level, with his martial prowess from back when he had still been a Martial Saint.

  Having grown up in an environment like this, Fu Ting had indeed suffered quite a blow today.

  She was not an arrogant, self-deluded person. There were people who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

  Gao Qing of the Roving Jade Heavens was similarly talented and skilled in martial arts.

  However, a person who was a whole level above her having suddenly appeared before her just like that, she still felt extremely unsettled by it.

  This being something that she had never experienced before, Fu Ting felt it a strange sensation as she felt somewhat at a loss as well.

  Still, her will was extremely firm as she quickly calmed her restless mood.

  Looking at the unresigned Shang Jun, Fu Ting shook her head slightly, unable to stop herself from saying that line.

  This was actually the prevalent thought on her mind now.

  Hearing her words, the corners of Shang Jun’s mouth twitched slightly as he seemed to want to laugh yet was unable to do so.

  He wanted to speak, yet his last breath dissipated, and he died there and then.

  Yan Zhaoge was nonchalant as he smiled, “Miss Fu overpraises me. Many geniuses have appeared over the grand course of history. This Yan is but one of the innumerable lifeforms seeking his way forward in the dao.”

  Fu Ting cast Yan Zhaoge a sidelong glance.

  For some reason, while the contents of Yan Zhaoge’s words were clearly very humble, she just felt them to be somewhat strange as they were said by him.

  With that, her complex emotions from earlier gradually faded.

  “You did not utilise a martial art of the Faceless Devil Scripture just now, killing him directly just like that?” Fu Ting switched to asking.

  Yan Zhaoge shrugged, “I did. Still, it was mixed with several other martial arts. I have not cultivated seriously in the Faceless Devil Scripture in the first place. It is only for its effects that I do so.”

  Fu Ting glanced to the side, “Perhaps there is no difference whether or not you use it.”

  Yan Zhaoge gazed over in the same direction as her.

  There, amongst the powerful auras, there was clearly a Human Exalt of the Immortal Court who had arrived in the vicinity!

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 913: Cohabiting with the heavens

  HSSB913: Cohabiting with the heavens

  Yan Zhaoge discovered the same problem as Fu Ting had.

  A powerful aura was descending amidst space close to the Lofty Towering World which was not any inferior to those two suns at all.

  It was clearly another peak Human Exalt expert who had arrived.

  From that brilliant treasured light, it was evident that this was not some Buddhist bigwig, instead being a Daoist expert of the Immortal Court’s lineage.

  “Immeasurable Heavenly Lord.”

  As the sonorous voice reverberated amidst the surrounding space of the universe, that powerful aura joined the battlefield with Buddha light instantly dimming.

  Besides this peak expert of the tenth level of the Martial Saint realm, other martial practitioners of the Immortal Court had arrived as well.

  Now, the counterattack began as the Buddhist martial practitioners began falling back in retreat.

  The Loathing Square Immortal Realm and the Lofty Towering World were the Immortal Court’s territory at the end of the day. Communication and the arrival of reinforcements would be much more convenient for them than for Buddhism.

  Still, this was not good news at all for Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting.

  Indeed, after the Buddhists began their retreat in the distant battlefield, the Immortal Court experts headed off in pursuit of them.

  Yet, that great golden sun instead swiftly streaked through the pitch darkness of space, attacking in their direction!

  Shang Jun, an expert of the mid Immortal Bridge stage, had been the number one expert of the Lofty Towering World.

  He was not someone without any fame or status in the Loathing Square Immortal Realm.

  The death of such a person would naturally quickly be noticed by the experts of the Immortal Court here.

  While Yan Zhaoge had tried to widen the distance between them whilst also secretly obstructing the treasured light with the profundities of the Peerless Heavenly Scripture, this had still been too close for a Human Exalt as it had not been much different from killing someone right before his very eyes.

  Battling with a Buddhist bigwig of the same level earlier, he had been unable to divide his attention.

  Now that he was freed of that, he immediately discovered what had happened.

  Yan Zhaoge sped off in retreat alongside Fu Ting. This time, it was not at that same controlled pace as he was no longer ‘fishing’ like earlier, instead simply trying to get away from the Lofty Towering World as quickly as possible.

  That Human Exalt of the Vast Yang Palace had originally thought that he would be able to catch up with Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting very quickly. In the end, however, he discovered that they were much faster than he had thought.

  With that, he got slightly more serious.

  He had originally thought that it was only because the two bore precious treasures that they had been able to slay Shang Jun of the eighth level of the Martial Saint realm.

  Now, however, this actually did not seem to be the case.

  The two of them were extremely powerful.

  That great golden sun left behind a bright golden trail as it streaked through the darkness of space. The trail did not dissipate even after a long time as it resembled a golden heavenly river.

  Its speed was far superior to that of Shang Jun of the eighth level of the Martial Saint realm. While Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting were fast indeed, the great golden sun still gradually managed to catch up with them.

  Feeling the blazing heat and piercing light emanating from it which resembled the actual sun in the sky, Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly.

  It seemed as though there was a palace within the great golden sun which was like the residence of a divine sun king.

  Golden flames continually gushed out from within that formless palace.

  A voice resounded from within, “Heh, two juniors of the mid Seeing Divinity stage were actually able to kill Shang Jun of the mid Immortal Bridge stage?”

  The other party seemed not to be underestimating the two of them or looking down on the defeated Shang Jun who had died in an inconceivable manner though it was really like there was no logical explanation for it to have happened at all.

  As the sunlight descended, a gaze which seemed able to penetrate and see through Yan Zhaoge and F
u Ting appraised them all over.

  “Oh? There is a traitor too.”

  That person said, “He is someone of the Lofty Towering World’s Chaotic Heavenly Sect. I remember his name to be Yang Chong. What a pity that he has fallen to the external dao.”

  Yan Zhaoge raised his brows slightly, flicking the sleeve of his robe and causing winds and clouds to stir as his aura dispersed, Yang Chong and Quan Haolong being revealed.

  Looking at that golden sun, Yang Chong had a complex expression on his face, “Vast Yang Exalt…”

  The Vast Yang Palace was precisely the greatest power of the Loathing Square Immortal Realm. It had been at its thriving peak when that Vast Yang Emperor had been alive that year.

  After the Vast Yang Emperor had died to the palm of the World beyond World’s Dim Radiant Emperor Yin Tianxia, the Vast Yang Palace had yet to produce another true immortal all these years.

  Still, this Palace Lord of Vast Yang Palace here, the Vast Yang Exalt Pei Hua, had risen to prominence afterwards as the fame of Vast Yang Palace was maintained in the Loathing Square Immortal Realm.

  Within the great golden sun, the image of a palace vaguely disappeared as the figure of an old man instead appeared.

  The old man had faint golden hair and was dressed in a white robe as it was like his entire body was radiating light.

  It was none other than Pei Hua, the Palace Lord of the newly reassembled Vast Yang Palace beneath the Immortal Court’s reign in post-Great Calamity times.

  Pei Hua glanced indifferently at Yang Chong, asking mildly, “Do you know the consequence of banding together with evil devils and those of the external dao, going in contradiction to the heavenly dao against the natural order of things, Yang Chong?”

  Yang Chong stammered, “This disciple…this disciple…”

  Yan Zhaoge spread his arms apart, “Yet, it was precisely because he saw that Emperor of your sect who attacked an Emperor of my orthodox Daoism two against one yet was not a match for him in the end that he awakened to his problem.”

  While this Vast Yang Exalt’s gaze that swept across Yan Zhaoge and Yang Chong was clearly fiery hot, it caused a chill to arise within their hearts.