Ming Jiuqi of the Green Eye Sect was 400 years old this year.
He was actually half a generation older than Shen Zhongshan, Yan Qian Sha, and the others. His cultivation was also more profound.
Because he cultivated the power of the green eyes, his cultivation was all tied to his eyes.
His figure was tall and thin, almost like a withered skeleton. He had a huge head.
In his eye sockets, a pair of green eyes flashed with a demonic light.
In fact, he should have abdicated long ago, but the successor he was most proud of had died under Shen Mengtian's sword.
He was not willing to fall out with the 12 Sword Towers for the sake of two useless elders. It was fine if he just asked for some benefits.
But in order to avenge his son, Ming Jiuqi went crazy. He almost forced the prideful Shen Zhongshan to order the expulsion of Shen Mengtian. From then on, the Green Eye Sect and the 12 Sword Towers, who were originally staunch allies, fell out and became enemies.
Ming Jiuqi did not care at all.
In fact, he was still brooding. He felt that revenge was far from enough. How could he get back the life of his own son if he only belittled Shen Mengtian?
If his son had not died, the Green Eye Sect might have risen to the top and suppressed the other seven major sects. They would be the only one in the world and be on par with the Great Moon Empire!
Since his son was dead, Ming Jiuqi could of course imagine a better future. He blamed the current predicament of the Green Eye Sect on Shen Mengtian. His hatred for Shen Mengtian deepened day by day.
When he heard that Shen Zhenyi had a descendant who would meet him in the Nine Zen Heavenly Combat Arena, Ming Jiuqi rubbed his hands and swore to kill Shen Zhenyi!
The Dreamless Monk was not the only one who came to persuade Shen Zhenyi to back down.
When Shen Zhongshan, who was in seclusion, heard the news, he immediately sent a message to sincerely persuade Shen Zhenyi not to enter the arena. "The Third Prince, I know your swordsmanship is godly, but your accumulation of essential Qi is not enough. If you meet an ordinary person, you can suppress them with your superb swordsmanship. But the power of the green eyes can break all the skills in the world. It is your nemesis. When the time comes, this old bastard will rely on his vigorous True Qi to fight you head-on. Wouldn't that destroy both jade and stone? "
Shen Zhongshan advised earnestly, "The Third Prince has a bright future ahead of him. Why bother arguing with an old man who has one foot in the grave? Why not let him win this time?"
They were really afraid that if Shen Zhenyi was not careful, he would be injured by Ming Jiu Qi. That would be too unjust.
Shen Zhenyi still didn't care. He asked the people of the Twelve Sword Towers to reply, "Don't worry, I won't lose."
When Shen Zhongshan received this news, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know whether to praise Shen Zhenyi's self-confidence or worry that he was overestimating himself.
However, it was a pity that he was far away in the Twelve Sword Towers. It was possible for him to pass on the message, but if he wanted to personally come and stop them, it would take a long time. By then, it would be too late.
The next morning, Shen Zhenyi still followed his usual routine and ate breakfast. Only then did he leisurely rush to the golden stage and wait for the arrival of his opponent.
— — The battle between Shen Zhenyi and Ming Jiu Qi attracted the attention of most people.
This was a head-on confrontation between a veteran master and a new master.
This was the power of the Green Eyes that could break all techniques. It was a battle between Shen Zhenyi's mysterious and unfathomable swordsmanship.
This was also the battle to end the enmity of the past.
Just these few gimmicks were enough to attract everyone's attention.
The Emperor was also looking at Shen Zhenyi from the clouds.
He was silent.
Princess Yan was secretly worried for Shen Zhenyi. She deliberately asked her father, "Father, although Shen Zhenyi's swordsmanship has reached a wonderful level, the power of the Green Eyes is said to be able to break all techniques in the world. In front of him, all sword techniques are useless. Isn't it obvious who will win? "
"Break all techniques in the world?"
The Emperor sneered, "This is just the boasting of the Green Eyes Sect. The power of the Green Eyes is good at detecting the opponent's momentum and the flow of vital energy. Therefore, it is easy to see through the secrets of the techniques. It is actually nothing special. "
When one's martial arts cultivation reached a certain level, it was natural to be able to see through the techniques of opponents who were weaker than oneself. However, if one met a stronger martial artist, even the power of the Green Eyes might not be useful.
How could the Green Eyes Sect boast about it like it was a treasure?
What was so great about it?
Princess Yan's eyes brightened, "So, Shen Zhenyi should be able to win?"
The Emperor glanced at her and said playfully, "Why, do you want him to win?"
Princess Yan realized that she had lost her composure and quickly covered it up, "Of course not. What does the victory of these ants have to do with me? It is just that father said that the power of the Green Eyes is flashy but not practical. That is why I am curious. "
Chanyu Jing smiled. He looked at his daughter quietly for a long time before saying, "It is good that you understand. These people, no matter how outstanding they are, are different from the royal family. You must not make a mistake."
He paused and said, "I see you as my successor. You must not disappoint me!"
Although the news was spreading like wildfire outside, this was the first time Chanyu Jing talked about the successor in front of Princess Yan.
Princess Yan was shocked. Although she was happy, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.
After all, the royal family was different from ordinary people.
She did not dare to look at Shen Zhenyi directly. She pretended to glance at the arena from the corner of her eyes.
Chanyu Jing's eyes were half closed. She did not know if he had noticed it or not.
Ming Jiuqi had arrived in the arena.
His long silver hair fluttered in the air like silk. Although he was an old man, the murderous intent in his eyes was stronger than that of a young man.
"Your surname is Shen?"
"You deserve to be killed if you have the surname Shen."
"If you kill yourself in front of me now, I can still leave your corpse intact."
He said coldly and only said three sentences.
Shen Zhenyi shrugged and smiled.
"Sir, I do not want to die today. What should I do?"
"Then you can wait to be chopped into pieces!"
Ming Jiuqi snorted coldly. His body moved like a ghost and suddenly moved forward. He did not care about his status as a senior and attacked first!
In an instant, his hand was in front of Shen Zhenyi.
"Ghost Hand of Hell!"
Someone exclaimed. "This old man has been in seclusion for hundreds of years and he has mastered such a deadly Kung Fu!"
This kind of Kung Fu was sinister and terrifying. It was not practiced by ordinary people. However, when combined with the power of the Green Eyes, it could increase the power by several times!
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