Traveling the Heavens in Thunderbolt

Chapter 405: The Summit of the Proud Peak (Additional chapters after collections)

The Soul Burial Emperor stood leisurely on the snowy plain of the 12th Peak. In this vast expanse of white heaven and earth, the strong wind blew up thousands of layers of snow, forming a snow wave wonder. He sighed, "The reputation of the 13th Peak of the Proud Peak is well-deserved. After the 6th Peak, the cold air is actively offensive, as if it is consciously attacking living people. Coming to the 12th Peak, although it is not as windy and snowy as the previous peaks, and the ice rain is wet and freezing, it seems to be more dangerous, because the invisible freezing air filled in the air is extremely harsh, and only a trace can kill a martial arts master. No wonder even Bi Feixiao in the original play, as the foundation of one of the six creators of the sky, stopped at the 9th Peak. If I could not ignore the realm and travel to any territory in the four realms, I am afraid I would not be able to reach this place. No wonder such a master as Xi Mie Tianlai in the original play suffered here."

"I still can't find Xiao Zhongjian after arriving here. It seems that we can only go to Tianhuo Residence on the thirteenth peak to look for him." The Soul Burial Emperor has not found any trace of Xiao Zhongjian along the way. Even Leng Shuangcheng and Leng Zui, the father and son who live on the eleventh peak, have not seen him. So he wants to go to the thirteenth peak.

Suddenly, the snowfield shook and an avalanche broke out suddenly. The incredible impact force carried deadly frost and spread in all directions.

"Well, these two sword energies are... I found you, Xiao Zhongjian!" An invisible air wall formed three feet in front of the Soul Burial Emperor, blocking the impact and not being affected by the avalanche at all.

What really concerned the Soul Burial Emperor were the two sword energies that triggered the avalanche. One of the sword energies had the meaning of selflessness, without thoughts or desires, and sacrificing oneself for the sake of the Tao. This lofty and heavenly sword technique was exactly the 'Heavenly Sword Style', a secret martial art that was not passed down in the Deserted City.

The Soul Burial Emperor flew into the center of the avalanche and saw two people fighting each other. A young man was standing on the periphery watching the fight.

One of them was wearing a black and white coat, with long, snow-white hair hanging down from the brim of his hat. He looked like a young man with a cold and unapproachable expression. He was the target of the Soul Burial Emperor's trip, the holder of the last piece of spiritual jade, Xiao Zhongjian.

The person who was dueling with him looked like a middle-aged man. He was wearing a thick black cloak and feather clothes. He looked rough in appearance, but always gave people an indescribable gloomy feeling.

The Soul Burial Emperor recognized at a glance that this person was Leng Shuangcheng. He coveted the divine weapon that Leng Yan and she had forged, and was jealous of Leng Yan's careful care for Xiao Zhongjian, so he attacked Xiao Zhongjian and Leng Yan secretly. Xiao Zhongjian was furious and wanted to kill Leng Shuangcheng, but Leng Yan resisted with her body. Before she died, she asked Xiao Zhongjian to promise not to use the sword she forged to kill the Leng family in this life and to maintain the innocence of Leng Zui.

Xiao Zhongjian agreed reluctantly, and the scene of Leng Yan being stabbed by Xiao Zhongjian happened to be seen by Leng Zui, and Leng Shuangcheng saw the opportunity and kept instigating.

Xiao Zhongjian himself was knocked down from Aofeng by Leng Yan for protection. Therefore, Xiao Zhongjian lost the opportunity to explain himself.

However, there is always a way out. By chance, Xiao Zhongjian found the Ghost Firefly Sword that his father had not taken away, as well as the Wu Chi's unique skills and gloves left by Wu Chi. However, when he returned to Ao Feng, a year had passed, and he was forced to become an enemy of Leng Zui, who was deceived by Leng Shuangcheng's lies.

Since then, the best friends have become enemies. Leng Zui, who wants revenge, once again abandons his sword and uses a knife.

This person would rather perish together with his friends than to get something he can't get. The mask of hypocrisy cannot hide the ugliness in his heart. He is the best portrayal of human greed and selfishness.

The young man who was watching the fight was intoxicated by the sight of Leng Shuangcheng.

Leng Zui was the first to notice the arrival of the Soul Burial Emperor. He was kind-hearted and did not want the personal grudge between his father and son to affect others, so he stepped forward to stop him, "Friend, there are dangers ahead, don't go any further."

Before he could finish his words, the figure of Soul Burial Emperor disappeared from his sight. Leng Zui understood that the person who had just passed by was probably an unparalleled master, but he didn't know whether it would affect the sword duel between his father and Xiao Zhongjian.

The two men who were dueling had cold eyes, two swords, and an icy chill.

When the ultimate move was about to be launched, a red figure dropped from the sky and broke the battle situation.

"The wars of the world are glorious only for me. Because I am the Soul Burial Emperor."

The Soul Burial Emperor used his astonishing momentum to stop the two men from fighting.

Leng Shuangcheng was unhappy about someone messing with the situation and asked, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with our duel?"

"You are such a small person, hurry up." The Soul Burial Emperor didn't even look at Leng Shuangcheng, and with just one palm strike, he sent him flying with injuries, and the 'Mercy of Heaven' in his hand almost slipped out of his hand, "You are just an ant, you don't know your own abilities."

"The people who were in the way have left. Now, it's just you and me." The Soul Burial Emperor looked at Xiao Zhongjian, unable to hide his fighting spirit. "I don't know you." Xiao Zhongjian didn't want to get entangled with the Soul Burial Emperor any more.

"Ha, the affairs of the martial arts world cannot be easily resolved with just a simple word 'I don't know'. The young city lord of Deserted City is Xiao Wu Ren." The Soul Burial Emperor's words 'Xiao Wu Ren' caused ripples in Xiao Zhongjian's heart, which had been as calm as water.

Xiao Zhongjian's expression was still cold, but he asked, "Where did you know this name?"

The Soul Burial Emperor said something shocking, "What if I said that I killed Wang Cannian and Yue Xuanwo and learned this name from their dying words?"

Upon hearing that his loved ones had died, the cold-looking Xiao Zhongjian could no longer remain calm, "What!? They're dead!"

The Soul Burial Emperor naturally took Xiao Zhongjian's expression into consideration, thinking that Xiao Zhongjian was indeed cold and unfeeling on the outside, but in fact he was more affectionate and persistent than anyone else, and valued promises to others and the feelings between people. He could no longer hold back when he heard the news of his sworn brother's death.

So, he pretended to be contemptuous, "Not only did I kill them, I also took the blood wolf eye of your half-human, half-ghost third brother Yue Xuanwo and placed it in my hall as a trophy. And your eldest brother Wang Cannian was just like his sword. The sword was useless, and so was he. He was killed by a single palm strike."

The already extremely cold Twelve Peaks Snowfield suddenly condensed with a murderous aura, and Xiao Zhongjian exuded an unprecedented murderous intent and sadness, "The heartless will hurt people's lives, and those who hurt people will not be spared."

The 'Flame of Heaven' in Xiao Zhongjian's hand emits a dazzling light, and the sword energy draws flying snow, "Sword Flying Snow".

The billowing flames of "Six Forbidden Styles: Fire Burns the Universe" caused the terrain of the snowfield on the top of Aofeng Mountain to undergo a drastic change.

The interweaving of ice and fire made the heaven and earth chaotic and the universe shaking.

"This move is"

“What? After so long, have you forgotten how I slaughtered your deserted city and killed Xiao Zhenyue?” The Soul Burial Emperor was not affected by the purgatory-like cold weather of Aofeng Mountain at all, and used another move, “Six Forbidden Styles: Wind Disaster Heaven Gate”

The strong wind merged with ice and snow, and the special earth energy of the Twelve Peaks was actually utilized by the Soul Burial Emperor. The hurricane merged with the extremely cold air and turned into countless extremely cold ice blades, covering the sky and attacking Xiao Zhongjian.

The sword light swirled, and Xiao Zhongjian displayed the first move of the legendary Heavenly Sword Style, "Witness of Heaven".

The Heavenly Sword and the Cold Blade continuously clashed on the pale snowfield, shining with the most dazzling brilliance.

Xiao Zhongjian was actually slightly inferior. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth and turned into ice particles before it fell to the ground.

“Unfortunately, your Heavenly Sword Style has not reached the realm of ‘sacrificing oneself for the sake of the Tao’. The signs of defeat are already revealed, and your fate will still be the same as that of everyone else in the deserted city, with no intact body left!” The Soul Burial Emperor spoke provocatively, and used his world-destroying move again, “Six Forbidden Styles: Military Disasters and Natural Dangers”.

The military aura of heaven and earth all responded, and the palm was like a wave that could destroy the sky.

"God is selfless." Xiao Zhongjian's sword was like snowflakes breaking through the waves, colliding with each other and blood splattering.

Still holding the Heavenly Flame tightly in his hand, his fighting spirit grew stronger, causing the flying snow on the top of Aofeng Mountain to become even more violent.

(End of this chapter)