Looking at the black hurricane that was growing fiercer and fiercer in the distance, Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, "Ah Hu, hover in the air above the lantern, using your aura-qi to suppress the ritual."
Ah Hu glanced somewhat worriedly into the distance, but still did as Yan Zhaoge instructed.
He hovered above the spring, his aura-qi surging as he sat in the air above the two golden lanterns propped up by two long poles.
A black hurricane also appeared on Ah Hu's body, containing a faint purple qi within as it enveloped the Time Connection Spring in the west.
Yan Zhaoge walked towards the black hurricane that was sweeping over from the distance.
Within the black hurricane, the figure of an old man was indistinctly visible, his face sunken. It was precisely the remnant Elder of Black Nightmare Mountain, Zheng Shuo.
Zheng Shuo similarly stared fixedly at Yan Zhaoge.
He did not head for the ice lake, instead continuing to search for traces of Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu in the Extreme Northern Snowy Plains.
Whether it should be said that his luck was too good, or Yan Zhaoge's luck was too bad, after many days of searching, Zheng Shuo had really found the Time Connection Spring.
This time, Zheng Shuo did not attempt to find anyone else to help him.
Earlier, at the Ice Pith Vein, he had seriously thought about it, having exposed his intentions, causing Yan Zhaoge to set up a trap that had nearly buried everyone within the ice cave.
While he had not returned to the ice lake, Zheng Shuo had also established some contact with the Heavenly Thunder Hall martial practitioners before this, exchanging what they needed. Earlier, he had heard that Yan Zhaoge's Sacred Artifact fragment had already been used at the ice lake, having expended a great deal of its power. Even if he still had some left over, he would not fear it.
Therefore, this time, he wanted to directly make a move, not giving Yan Zhaoge any time to prepare or react.
The old man strode through the air, gazing coldly at Yan Zhaoge, his hands forming claws as they clawed downwards.
Then, a terrifying Black Nightmare Storm descended from the sky, attacking towards Yan Zhaoge.
As the storm rampaged, it seemed to have transformed into a ferocious black tiger, its body a hundred feet long as it rampaged between the heavens and the earth, ferocious to the extreme.
Yan Zhaoge raised his head to look at the opponent before him. Similarly using the Black Nightmare Godly Wind and the Ghost Tiger Divine Claw, Zheng Shuo was much more ferocious than Ah Hu's.
This was an Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster who had already successfully nurtured his true martial soul, having refined his aura-qi into essence, becoming ever stronger with age.
The full powered strike of the Eye of the Thunder Emperor fragment at the ice lake earlier had directly blown a longtime Elder of the Heavenly Thunder Hall of the same level as Zheng Shuo into smithereens.
At this moment, the pillars of the Divine Palace were suppressing the icicles that sealed the remains of the True Dragon.
However, Yan Zhaoge himself had already recovered from the depletion caused by wielding An Instant's Thunder with the Eye of the Thunder Emperor fragment after so many days.
But a martial practitioner at the second level of the Martial Grandmaster, the Spirit Vessel middle stage, against an opponent at the fourth level of the Martial Grandmaster, the Essence Spirit early stage, under normal circumstances, no matter how one looked at it, it was a hopeless matter.
At least, Ah Hu admitted that he couldn't do it.
This opponent was no ordinary martial practitioner. While Black Nightmare Mountain had fallen, its legacy was still one of the peak martial arts of the current Eight Extremities World.
Zheng Shuo roared, the ferocious tiger formed of his black true essence lunging straight towards Yan Zhaoge.
The roar of a tiger resounded, its speed swift and ferocious to the extreme, virtually not inferior to longtime Elders of the Heavenly Thunder Hall at the same cultivation level.
Before it was annihilated, the martial arts of the Black Nightmare Mountain Range, besides being imposing and forceful, piercingly cold and swift, was also known for its speed that was swift and violent like the wind.
Zheng Shuo's claw strike displayed its characteristics to the fullest.
Facing this powerful attack, Yan Zhaoge's expression did not change as his figure abruptly shook.
As he shook, Yan Zhaoge's body instantly vanished from the spot.
Many martial arts that excelled in speed were currently already in the state of being mastered by Yan Zhaoge.
With the Peerless Heavenly Scripture as his foundation, Yan Zhaoge's aura-qi was both vigorous and heavy, also domineering and sharp.
Under the powerful explosive force, Yan Zhaoge instantly evaded the ferocious black tiger lunging over towards him.
Having missed, the ferocious black tiger directly clawed towards Yan Zhaoge from where it stood.
Zheng Shuo's expression was cold. He had long since known that Yan Zhaoge's cultivation base far surpassed martial practitioners of the same cultivation level.
However, the full power of a Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmaster, to an Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster like Zheng Shuo, was merely something that he could casually do as he pleased.
Changing moves after moves, Zheng Shuo moved with ease.
What he was actually guarding against was Yan Zhaoge's pillar of the Divine Palace.
While Zheng Shuo didn't know what it was, also not understanding the specific situation, having heard that it was an extremely precious treasure, even though it was not as violent as the power of the Sacred Artifact fragment, he still secretly paid attention to it.
But very quickly, he discovered that he had been thinking too much.
Before considering treasures like the Eye of the Thunder Emperor fragment and the pillar of the Divine Palace, he first had to face Yan Zhaoge's own strength!
Faced with Zheng Shuo's sudden change in stance, Yan Zhaoge's expression was as calm as ever.
Executing Finger Flicking Shocking Thunder, Yan Zhaoge's speed of controlling qi and returning it was not any slower than the Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster Zheng Shuo in the least.
His figure flashed, evading Zheng Shuo's attack once more. Treading on the air, his body like lightning, he directly evaded the tiger's claw, instead nearing the black tiger's abdomen.
Amidst the roar of a dragon, a jade green sword-light whistled out from Yan Zhaoge's sleeve.
Yan Zhaoge merged with his sword, chopping towards the black tiger's abdomen!
Zheng Shuo was greatly enraged, clawing within the air. The ferocious tiger formed of the Black Nightmare Storm expanded madly, its waist rising as it raised its claw to block Yan Zhaoge's sword-light.
Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, the jade green sword-light flickering, suddenly retracting abruptly without any prior warning whatsoever.
It was like a divine dragon hiding its head, its tracks hard to find.
As Yan Zhaoge's figure spun, he executed the Cloud Dragon Concealed Sword with Finger Flicking Shocking Thunder before mightily erupting once more, the divine dragon probing its head!
The sword-light that was even swifter and more ferocious than before directly chopped down on the vitals of the ferocious black tiger's abdomen.
Zheng Shuo's gaze was gloomy, his expression even more solemn.
Geniuses were able to surpass levels in battle. Even if it was a legacy at the level of a Sacred Ground, in the hands of different people, it would also possess different levels of power.
Born of Black Nightmare Mountain, Zheng Shuo who was used to seeing geniuses and outstanding geniuses naturally understood this.
However, he discovered that not only could the Yan Zhaoge before him not be measured by the standards of ordinary people, even the strength of those peak geniuses that he knew of was insufficient to assess Yan Zhaoge!
Zheng Shuo discovered that he really could not consider things like the Eye of the Thunder Emperor fragment or the pillar of the Divine Palace. Otherwise, before even seeing these treasures, he might actually die here.
This remnant Elder of Black Nightmare Mountain had an explosive temper, but he did not consider retreating just like this, instead letting out a long roar, a black sabre abruptly appearing within his hands.
As his sabre descended, roiling black winds swept throughout the entire sky, enveloping Zheng Shuo's body before chopping down towards Yan Zhaoge.
The black hurricane was completely condensed and compressed, transforming into a streak of black light that instantly traversed the sky, arriving before Yan Zhaoge.
Where the black light passed, the surrounding heavens and earth suddenly turned completely silent, the winds and clouds dissipating.
It was only because where the sabre passed, everything, including the air itself, was swept within it along with it.
Targeted by the sabre, Yan Zhaoge found it even more difficult for his body to move, as though he had been sucked in by a powerful suction force, locked where he was, only able to receive this sabre head-on!
On the Time Connection Spring, Ah Hu looked nervously at Yan Zhaoge. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly as he swivelled his head to look in another direction.
In the distance, amidst the snowstorm, a youth with a gloomy expression held a bow that flickered with purple light. At this moment, an arrow was nocked, currently aimed in this direction.
The Heavenly Thunder Hall's Lin Zhou!
Moving together with Zheng Shuo, he had not returned to the ice lake! (To be continued.)
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