PFC Chapter 184 Showdown with the Number One Military God of the Great Yu Dynasty!
Chapter 184 Showdown with the Number One Military God of the Great Yu Dynasty!
"Grandpa, that incomparably handsome young man in front is Junior Brother Li."
Shen Ming's eyes lit up, and he quickly lowered his voice to introduce the old man.
Watching the young man dressed in black, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, stroll leisurely towards the front of the army without showing the slightest fear.
Even Shen Huaimin, a seasoned and ruthless military genius, couldn't help but exclaim, "His sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his extraordinary demeanor, are unlike any ordinary person."
"Junior Brother Li, my grandfather can withdraw his troops, but he needs your cooperation to go through the motions..."
Shen Ming stood still, transmitting his voice without making a sound.
"Alright, I'll have your grandfather do his best later, otherwise it won't be convincing."
Li Wudao responded casually.
He observed that Shen Huaimin's cultivation level was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary mid-stage Martial King, and still posed no threat to him.
"Well... let's do as Junior Brother Li says."
Shen Ming was taken aback.
His grandfather was the number one military god of the Great Yu Dynasty. Whether it was cultivation or combat experience, he was the best. He had no rivals in this dynasty.
However, considering Li Wudao's extraordinary talent, he couldn't help but waver.
Shen Huaimin was somewhat taken aback after hearing Shen Ming whisper the message in his ear.
This was the first time he had ever heard someone ask him to go all out, especially since the other party was just a boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.
However, he believed that the person who could earn Shen Ming's respect and severely injure the senior disciple of the Li Huo Sect with a single strike was no ordinary person.
At this moment, Miao Mingda noticed the unusual whispering between the two, and his expression turned strange, as if he didn't understand why.
"Young man, is it you who killed the Second Prince?"
Shen Huaimin spoke in a low voice, feigning a question.
"it's me."
Li Wudao nodded.
Behind them, many curious onlookers came down from the Imperial Treasure Pavilion.
As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw a young man standing alone in front of an army with a menacing aura, no more than ten meters away. I immediately felt a chill run down my spine.
"That's the number one war god of the Great Yu Dynasty, the old Duke Shen?!"
"Hiss, the old Duke has personally led 100,000 imperial guards here. It seems His Majesty is truly enraged. This young man will probably not be able to leave alive."
"That's right. The old Duke alone is enough to capture this kid, not to mention the 100,000 troops watching him like hawks. They could drown him with a single spit from each of them!"
"I have to say, this guy is really brave. He dared to go up there all by himself. Isn't he afraid that the old Duke could just slap him to death?"
Many powerful families who knew Shen Huaimin well now wore expressions of amusement and began to comment on his abilities.
"Daring to act and having courage!"
Shen Huaimin exclaimed in admiration, then said in a deep voice, "However, you have killed a prince after all. Today you must give this Duke an explanation."
At this point, he seemed to hesitate, but in reality, he had already planned ahead:
"I am not willing to bully the weak. As long as you can survive for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will not interfere and will withdraw my troops."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place was in an uproar.
Some people think there's no problem, after all, Shen Huaimin's cultivation level and reputation are undeniable, making it almost impossible for him to lose.
"this......."
Miao Mingda and Meng Zhenhu's expressions changed, and they became somewhat uneasy.
Inside the venue, the domineering and fierce slash that Li Wudao delivered to wound Fei Han is still vivid in my mind; it definitely possesses the combat power of a mid-stage Martial King.
But at this critical juncture, even with their status, they dared not question Shen Huaimin's decision and could only pray silently.
"can."
Li Wudao agreed with great interest.
The original owner grew up hearing about the title of the number one military god of the Great Yu Dynasty. Now that his childhood idol was standing in front of him, he naturally had to fight.
.........
at the same time.
High above the Imperial Treasure Pavilion, an exquisitely crafted flying boat engraved with obscure inscriptions broke through the clouds and slowly descended.
A handsome young man stood out prominently at the front of the deck.
On either side stood a burly man, as tall as an iron tower, and a thin man with a cold and stern aura.
These people were none other than the members of the mysterious force that had passed through the territory of Dayu some time ago.
"Wow, what a grand display!"
Looking down at the dark mass of troops below, the burly man clicked his tongue slightly in amazement.
"Senior Brother Yang, are you sure the person you're looking for is down there?"
The thin man scanned the crowd with some suspicion.
"There's no mistake, the lingering aura of that strange phenomenon from that day is right here..."
The handsome young man was certain. His deep gaze swept across the entire scene before finally settling on Li Wudao, who stood in front of the army. He murmured, "This must be the one."
After a few breaths, he withdrew his probing divine sense, and a strange light flashed before his eyes. "Interesting. Some kind of aura on his body seems to be able to trigger my bloodline connection."
The two people beside him were shocked and looked at Li Wudao with disbelief in their eyes.
"Senior Brother Yang possesses the Thunder Saint Body, so what makes him feel something...?"
"Could this young man also possess a sacred body?!"
"Hiss, no way, the Holy Body isn't something you can just pick up anywhere. It's one in a billion. How could you possibly run into one in a small place like this?"
The burly man and the thin man were filled with surprise and doubt.
It should be noted that even in the most supreme cultivation holy land, the Holy Body is an extremely rare bloodline constitution, and can be counted on one hand.
Faced with the two conflicting accounts, the handsome young man remained silent for a long while before finally saying in a low voice, "Whether he is a Holy Body or not, I'll find out after I fight him."
At this point, he laughed with interest, "Alright, everyone quiet down, the show is about to begin."
Although they were hundreds of meters in the air, their cultivation level allowed them to clearly hear the conversation below.
"That old man's aura is quite strong, even stronger than that of an ordinary mid-stage King Realm cultivator. Senior Brother Yang, do you think that young man can win?"
Seeing how much the handsome young man favored him, the burly man with the iron tower became somewhat doubtful and couldn't help but question it.
"That young man's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the King Realm, but his cultivation aura is extremely refined, and his foundation is so profound that it is no less than that of the geniuses of the Holy Land. Even if he is not a Saint Body, fighting against opponents of higher levels should not be difficult for him."
The thin man's pupils narrowed slightly, as he vaguely sensed Li Wudao's extraordinary nature.
"Qiao Yuan's analysis is reasonable; that boy can win."
The handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back, Li Wudao's figure reflected in his pupils. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Moreover, not only will we win, but we might also get a surprise."
.........
at that time.
In front of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion.
Shen Huaimin leaped off his warhorse and landed steadily on the ground. Although his body was slightly hunched and thin, no one present dared to underestimate him.
"Young man, this old man is about to make his move."
The old man spoke in a deep voice, his dull eyes suddenly sharpening, and an invisible aura emanated from his body. The pressure of a mid-stage Martial King was released, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Suddenly, everyone felt his hunched back straighten up, giving people a desolate and heavy sense of oppression.
Li Wudao remained silent, watching him quietly, and waved his hand to signal him to make a move.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence. Ten thousand pairs of eyes stared intently at the scene, holding their breath, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
The next moment, Shen Huaimin's eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force with his feet.
"call out--"
With a lingering sound, a deep crater was left behind.
The old man's figure had already disappeared from the spot, turning into a streak of light, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Li Wudao, delivering a fierce punch.