Chapter 59: Lowering the Head |
Daoist Longshan’s Daoist robe billowed, exuding an aura of transcendence. His expression was calm as he stood level with the Wang Clan Patriarch, his eyes gleaming with brilliance. Although he didn’t display the astonishing life-reversal phenomenon like the patriarch, his momentum was by no means inferior.
“Good! Very good!”
The Wang Patriarch suddenly shouted.
The next moment.
Both figures shot into the sky, with the dense power of heaven and earth slamming violently at the center between them, then rapidly spreading outward. All the onlookers watched in horror.
Only those in the Qi Origin Realm barely managed to stay upright, while everyone else staggered and swayed.
If the two hadn’t taken the initiative to ascend, just the aftermath alone might have been enough to doom the Wang Clan's grand estate.
All members of the Wang Clan looked solemn, especially Wang Qingfeng—the middle-aged man who had brought this disaster upon them—whose face had gone deathly pale. At this moment, he regretted it deeply. He should never have allowed greed to fester and tried to lay hands on the Zhenwu Sect’s legacy. Who would have thought that Daoist Longshan would really ascend to the Heaven-Man Realm and then come knocking so fearlessly.
Now, he could only hope their clan patriarch could force Daoist Longshan to retreat. Otherwise, he’d be in for a bad end today.
All eyes turned to the sky.
Two figures were charging at each other with terrifying killing intent.
Their true appearances were unclear. Only two dazzling clusters of light continuously burst forth, stunning the spectators.
Booms echoed through the sky from time to time, shaking the heavens. The entire prefectural city had its gaze drawn over.
This was a clash of flesh and strength.
Even more so, it was heaven and earth power colliding, sending out astonishing ripples. Opportunities to witness Heaven-Man Realm experts fight were extremely rare. Many didn’t dare blink, afraid to miss a moment of insight, even as tears streamed from their eyes due to the brightness.
A knowledgeable Qi Origin Realm expert watched in shock and murmured to himself:
“It’s said that Heaven-Man Realm experts cultivate the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit. Any one of these, taken to the extreme, holds supreme power. From what the Wang Patriarch said earlier, both have cultivated the Flower of Essence. Their physical bodies must have reached a level unimaginable to us!”
“I just didn’t expect that Daoist Longshan, having only just broken into the Heaven-Man Realm, already possesses such terrifying strength.”
Everyone was stunned.
Daoist Longshan’s displayed combat power was beyond expectations—utterly breathtaking.
“Not even a hundred years old and already stepped into Heaven-Man Realm, with such strength... Daoist Longshan entering the Heaven-Man Rankings in the future is practically guaranteed. The only question is whether he can break into the top ten!”
But some noticed another detail.
“The Wang Patriarch seems to be showing signs of fatigue... perhaps his end is near and his energy is declining. Rumor has it that he used extraordinary means to break through to the Heaven-Man Realm all those years ago. Now it seems, that may hold some truth.”
High above the sky.
The two glowing forms continued to rise until only faint signs of movement could be seen.
The Wang Patriarch appeared to have a slight upper hand, but Daoist Longshan was by no means powerless to strike back. This left everyone holding their breath. They had thought that with centuries more of cultivation, the Wang Patriarch would easily suppress Daoist Longshan.
But now, it seemed the tide had shifted. No one could say what the final outcome would be.
Everyone was filled with anticipation.
The Wang Clan members wore extremely grim expressions.
They knew at least a bit of their patriarch’s condition. Especially the current head of the clan, Wang Qinghe, who gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Qingfeng, wishing to chop off his head. After today, the Wang Clan’s prestige would undoubtedly take a major blow.
Eyes once again looked toward the sky.
Time passed in tense silence.
Finally.
The two beams of light slowly descended from the sky.
Everyone craned their necks, their hearts pounding. The two had clearly changed in appearance.
Daoist Longshan’s Daoist robe was disheveled, his hairpin shattered, long black hair flowing down his waist and dancing in the wind. There was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but the brilliance in his eyes hadn’t dimmed in the slightest—on the contrary, it only burned brighter.
The Wang Patriarch no longer looked like a middle-aged man. He had transformed into an old man in fine robes, but his aura remained steady. With his hands behind his back, it was unclear what he was thinking.
Seeing this, the crowd speculated—had Daoist Longshan lost?
The Wang Clan members began to show joyful expressions.
But the patriarch’s next words made their faces change:
“Young people are truly formidable.”
He let out a long sigh, his gaze somewhat complicated.
The difference between one genius and another was often greater than the gap between a genius and an ordinary person. He had thought he could drive off Daoist Longshan, but now it seemed he had underestimated him.
To reach the Heaven-Man Realm before the age of a hundred was entirely different from someone like himself who had relied on external forces near the end of life.
He could still suppress Daoist Longshan for now, but it wouldn’t be long before the latter surpassed him with ease.
Daoist Longshan said calmly:
“You flatter me, Senior Wang. I am no match for you.”
Though his words admitted inferiority, his aura was undaunted. For now, he couldn’t defeat the Wang Patriarch, but surpassing him would not be hard. He still had a long lifespan ahead, like a rising sun. The patriarch, on the other hand, was a flickering candle in the wind.
He had never intended to defeat the Wang Patriarch.
He only needed to make him feel threatened.
As long as the patriarch still cared about the Wang Clan’s legacy, he had to bow his head.
Looking at Daoist Longshan’s resolute gaze, the Wang Patriarch slowly spoke:
“I’ll give you an answer.”
As he finished.
Without turning his head, he reached backward with a grasp.
In an instant, Wang Qingfeng’s expression twisted in horror. His face contorted, filled with fear, but he couldn’t utter a word.
The Wang Patriarch’s expression remained indifferent. With a slight squeeze—
Wang Qingfeng’s head was twisted off.
Everyone was horrified, hearts pounding. They had never expected the Wang Patriarch would actually bow his head.
“Are you satisfied?”
The patriarch looked at Daoist Longshan.
Daoist Longshan fell silent for a moment, then gave a shallow bow of respect. Wang Qingfeng was the true culprit. As for the rest of the Wang Clan, they were likely unaware.
Had he not demonstrated great strength and potential today, negotiation would’ve been impossible. He knew these centuries-old clans well—even when their own were at fault, they wouldn’t easily admit it.
“Thank you for your understanding, Senior Wang. I will apologize properly another day for today’s events.”
Daoist Longshan pointed a finger, and the corpses of Iron Dragon and Iron Tiger fell behind him. He was ready to leave.
But the patriarch’s voice rang out again:
“Hold on.”
“Is there anything else, Senior Wang?” Daoist Longshan turned with a raised brow, his gaze calm.
Everyone felt a jolt in their hearts. Was there still another fierce battle to come?
But then they heard the patriarch pause, then laugh:
“Wang Qingfeng coveted the Zhenwu Sect’s legacy. This was due to our poor family discipline. Today, I suppose we met by fighting. Qinghe, fetch the Condensed Qi Pill.”
Everyone was stunned.