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Chapter 59: Fourth Level Divine Power Realm

"who?"

Three uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the heavily guarded rebel army camp today.

In the center was an old man, about fifty years old. His tanned face was full of the vicissitudes of life. His forehead was covered with deep wrinkles like ravines. There was a wisp of half-white beard on his chin, which was slightly tilted forward. His eyes were shining, making him look shrewd and capable, but not without solemnity.

On his left and right was a young man and woman, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, in the prime of their lives.

The man on the left has a handsome face and a full forehead. He is wearing a bright silver brocade robe, a jade pendant on his waist, and holding a long sword.

The woman on the right has delicate features and is wearing an apricot-red corseted long dress. Her skin is snow-white and her long hair is like a waterfall. However, her face is cold, and she exudes a heroic air.

The young man glanced at the scattered and disorganized army and said dissatisfiedly, "Just a bunch of rabble-rousers like this actually forced my second uncle to use the family messenger to ask for help. It's really like an old woman climbing a high place—she needs help!"

As soon as the gentle, elegant and suave man opened his mouth, the old man and the young man next to him frowned instantly.

A thought came to both of their minds at the same time: How come such a good person has a mouth?
As they were talking, a large number of soldiers surrounded them. Although they seemed to be outnumbered and powerful, they did not make the three of them feel worried or afraid at all.

The young man stepped forward and shouted, "Where is Guo Yanhuai? Tell him to come out and see me."

"How dare you! You are not worthy of being called a general! Come, capture him!"

At the command of a military leader, a group of chaotic soldiers surrounded them in an instant.

“That’s interesting.”

The man had a smile on his face. Facing the chaotic army that surrounded him, he did not draw the long sword in his hand, but instead danced with the sword flower with the scabbard.

With a step, he rushed into the crowd like a breeze, and the scabbard in his hand tapped repeatedly. It seemed light, but it contained great power. Anyone who was touched by it would be injured or killed.

The military leader's face tightened when he saw this scene. He knew that a master had arrived, so he quickly ordered his men to report it.

"Okay, stop playing around, let's get down to business."

The woman at the side spoke, unsheathed the sword in her hand, and took light steps.

The sword swept across, and a red light flashed above the sword. The shields in the hands of the four soldiers in front of him were cut into two pieces on the spot, and unfathomable wounds were left on their chests. They died on the spot.

"Mid-level warrior, this is bad, beat the drum."

Boom boom boom!
Accompanied by the roar of military drums, the entire army camp instantly moved, and countless footsteps were heard from all directions.

The old man who had been motionless was no longer indifferent at this moment. He lightly stepped on the ground and took off into the air. Like a flying bird, he drew an arc in the sky and floated towards the depths of the camp.

The two young men and women did not dare to delay either. They waved their hands to break through the chaotic army and followed closely behind.

A moment later, the three men came to set up a big tent, and Guo Yanhuai also led a group of military leaders to confront them.

Guo Yanhuai looked at the three people in front of him with an ugly expression. Even under the protection of a large army, someone could still sneak into the commander's tent. This was simply a slap in the face.

"How dare you." Guo Yanhuai's face was as dark as water as he roared, "Catch them for me."

As he roared, his blood surged, and a wave of heat emanated from his body, and the temperature around him seemed to rise a few degrees.
The old man looked Guo Yanhuai up and down, frowning slightly. "Your Qi and blood are flowing freely, and your divine power is self-generated. You are actually at the Fourth Stage of Divine Power. Half a year ago, you were only at the Seventh Stage of Bone Tempering. How could you have reached three realms in just six months?"

"What? Master Yin, Guo Yanhuai is at the fourth level of Divine Power? How is that possible?"

Mei Weixuan, as if listening to a fairy tale, was filled with disbelief. Guo Yanhuai, a ferocious smile on his face, said coldly, "I, Guo Yanhuai, am the Son of Heaven's Destiny. How could you mortals imagine this? I am only a fourth-rank official. Even a first-rank official would be a piece of cake for me. I carry the destiny and will rule the world. I see you are also from aristocratic families. If you can lead your families to submit to me, I will grant you the honor of following the dragon. As for you, you are quite pretty, so I can grant you the position of Imperial Concubine."

"Haha, sticking chicken feathers on a bat—who the hell do you think you are? How dare you claim to rule the world? You don't even take a piss and look in the mirror. Who gave you the courage?"

Mei Weixuan started cursing when he heard Guo Yanhuai's words of recruitment.

Master Yin frowned slightly. "Your Qi and blood are scattered and not coagulating. Your eyes are glowing red and you look crazy. What did you eat?"

Guo Yanhuai didn't care what Master Yin said. He was so angry at Mei Weixuan's words that he was fuming and his three corpse spirits were jumping up and down.

"How dare you! Come and die!"

Guo Yanhuai roared, jumped out, and punched Mei Weixuan.

Whoa whoa!
Mei Weixuan only felt that the air around him was squeezed out, forming a brief vacuum, and then a huge fist kept getting bigger in front of his eyes, as if it wanted to smash his head with one punch.

The power of a punch is so strong.

At the critical moment, Mei Weixuan also showed his extraordinary strength. The blood and energy in his body burst out, and the long sword in his hand blocked in front of him.

boom!
There was a crackling sound in the air, and the collision of fists and steel made an ear-piercing hissing sound.

Mei Weixuan was knocked flying, and his legs plowed a long groove on the ground, which lasted for more than ten meters before he stopped.

"Cough cough."

Mei Weixuan coughed lightly a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed dryly.

“It is indeed the fourth-grade divine power realm, but it is a little different. It is much weaker than the real fourth-grade. It is like a refined elixir, mixed and impure. It can fight.”

As he spoke, the long sword that had never been drawn was finally unsheathed. Faint patterns flowed on the silver-white sword body, shining with a sharp light in the sunlight.

He stepped on the ground, taking ten steps in an instant, and the soil under his feet exploded and splashed in all directions.

It is as fast as the wind and as swift as an arrow.

The air was destroyed, making a strange buzzing sound. The people watching around felt a stinging pain on their cheeks from the wind, which was as strong as a knife.

"Spectroscopy."

The sword light cut through the void, and the blood and energy in the body vibrated, as if it could cut through everything in the world.

Guo Yanhuai seemed to have no reaction to the scene before him. His expression became more and more crazy, and the red light in his eyes became brighter.

He took a light step and dodged the sword like a white crane, while breaking through the strong wind and grabbing towards Mei Weixuan's temple.

Even pig iron would be turned into mud by this grab.

Mei Weixuan was not panicked at all, but grinned instead.

"A crane shakes its feathers."

He swung his right arm lightly, like a dancing crane, and swung the long sword in his hand horizontally, slashing directly towards Guo Yanhuai's waist.

(End of this chapter)