After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 155 Opponent
The sword intent was horrifying and the space was distorted.

All visible and invisible objects centered on Shen Juesheng seemed to be twisted into nothingness.

In an instant, it seemed as if a knife fell from the sky, slashing down from top to bottom over the entire Zhanlu Villa with an indestructible force.

The roof tiles, beams and pillars of the room that originally belonged to Nguyen Zhen Hui's residence turned into powder and floated in the air in the blink of an eye.

The entire courtyard where everyone was located seemed to be reduced to ashes by this knife.

At this moment, no matter Ruan Zhenhui, Shen Anran, Hu Ruian or Shen Liancheng, they all felt an uncontrollable fear in their hearts and couldn't help but tremble.

Even Shen Liancheng had never seen his father make such a terrifying move. Although the image of Shen Juesheng in his mind was difficult to surpass, he felt that he could always catch up with the other party.

However, at this moment, after he saw the other party's true martial arts strength, he was extremely shocked and horrified. He felt like he was looking up to a mountain and was filled with despair.

But just when everyone was shocked and terrified by Shen Juesheng's move, the next moment, everything disappeared in an instant.

The invisible heavenly sword that was hovering above the entire Zhanlu Villa dissipated, the room suddenly stopped turning into dust, and the irresistible and terrifying sword pressure that enveloped everyone's hearts disappeared in an instant.

And then, everyone's eyes were suddenly stunned.

Shen Juesheng, a famous martial arts master in a white robe with white hair and a youthful face, suddenly had his back bent like a shrimp and retreated at an astonishing speed.

Then, in an instant, he knocked a human-shaped hole into the blue brick wall of the room, turned into a blurry afterimage, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the room with a damaged roof that was now exposed to the sky, Shen Anran and the other three were all stunned when they saw this scene, and they didn't react for a long time.

It was not until Li Musheng put his hands on the awning and saw Shen Juesheng disappear completely into the night under the hazy moonlight that he reached out and patted the shoulder of Hu Ruian, who looked like a wooden sculpture beside him.

Hu Ruian's whole body shuddered violently, and this was the first time he reacted.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the young man standing in front of him. The familiar face suddenly seemed so strange.

"Your Highness...did you do this?"

Hu Ruian couldn't believe it at all. He was in a trance and even forgot to hide it for a moment. He directly shouted out Li Musheng's true identity.

Li Musheng glanced at Hu Ruian and shrugged:

"Master Hu, isn't this obvious?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly and said:
"Okay, that's it for tonight. Go back and rest early. We have to continue our journey tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Li Musheng glanced at the other people in the room, and only lingered on Shen Anran for a moment.

He touched his chin. The other party had used her beauty trick on him before, and it was hard to say that the other party was not impressed by his handsome face.

But there's nothing that can be done about it, since he has such a handsome face.

Oh, I'm used to it!

Li Musheng shook his head, then greeted Hu Ruian, turned around and walked out, as if not taking a speck of dust with him.

Hu Ruian followed in a daze, and even Ruan Zhenhui forgot to take a second look, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock, or it was really hard to believe that the Eighth Prince in front of him could knock Shen Juesheng, who had such terrifying martial arts skills, to his knees with just one punch?
At the same time, Shen Liancheng finally reacted, his face suddenly showing a look of horror, and he exclaimed:
"Father!"

The next moment, he flashed without hesitation, disappeared from the spot, and hurriedly chased in the direction of Shen Juesheng.

Shen Anran and Ruan Zhenhui also slowly came back to their senses. They stood there still in a daze, then turned their heads stiffly and looked at the departing backs of Li Musheng and Hu Ruian.

For a moment, there was disbelief and extremely complicated expressions in the eyes of the two people.

However, they did not stay for long. After taking a deep breath and looking away, they followed Shen Liancheng to find Shen Juesheng.

At this moment, the entire Zhanlu Villa was silent, so quiet that it was terrifying.

Meanwhile, in various places in the villa, the many martial arts masters who came to watch or participate in the martial arts competition to win a bride were all terrified at this moment.

Everyone stayed silent in their respective homes, not daring to move.

It was indeed the case that the scene of Shen Juesheng's attack just now was too terrifying, whether it was the terrifying sword intent that soared into the sky, or the heavenly sword that hovered above the entire Zhanlu Villa.

Even if it wasn't directed at them, just the slightest hint of that aura made their scalps tingle and they felt uneasy.

In a courtyard, in front of a candlelit table, a burly giant named Beishi looked out of the slightly opened window at the night outside with a serious expression.

In front of him sat a young man wearing a black Yunfeng robe, with a look of fear still lingering on his face.
"Elder Bei, just now... that was Shen Juesheng from Zhanlu Villa who attacked, right? Why was it so terrifying?"

Hearing this, Beishi withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the young man in front of him, and nodded slowly:
"I'm sure he's right. Shen Juesheng became famous in the martial arts world many years ago. His martial arts skills are unfathomable and far beyond our reach. I just don't know why he made his move tonight."

After these words were spoken, both of them looked surprised and fell silent.

After a while, seeing that there was no more movement in the village, Beishi pondered for a moment, stared at the young man in front of him and continued:

"Young Peak Master, I originally thought that even though Shen Juesheng was once famous in the martial arts world, he should be old and weak now, and his martial arts skills must have declined."

"But judging from what happened tonight, I obviously underestimated him. I'm afraid Shen Juesheng has only made progress in his martial arts over the years."

After saying this, Beishi sighed heavily. Seeing this, the young man's expression changed and he said:
"Elder Bei is also a celestial master. Is the gap between celestial masters really that huge?"

Hearing this, Beishi glanced at the other party, then nodded slightly and said:

"Young Peak Master hasn't entered this realm yet, so he doesn't understand. The gap between even the smallest realms of heaven and man is countless times greater than the gap between an innate martial arts grandmaster and an acquired martial arts expert. It's like the difference between heaven and earth."

As he spoke, Beishi's expression suddenly became serious and he said:
"Young Peak Master, you must go all out in this Zhanlu Villa martial arts competition to win the third young lady."

"If the Young Peak Master can gain Shen Juesheng's support, his status within the various peaks of Luoshen Peak will surely rise, which will undoubtedly be of great benefit to his competition for the position of Peak Master."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes lit up, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded heavily and said confidently:

"Don't worry, Elder Bei. I don't put anyone in my sight among the peers from Zhanlu Villa participating in the competition. I will definitely win the championship."

Beishi nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said:

"Once the matter at Zhanlu Villa is concluded tomorrow, we must immediately set off back to the peak. There have been rumors lately that the Dali court is ready to take action against us at Luoshen Peak."

"There is an order from the peak now, summoning all the disciples to return to the peak. We cannot delay any longer." After saying this, the young man snorted coldly and said:
"The Dali court dares to covet our Luoshen Peak. I'm afraid they have been living in peace for many years and have forgotten the ruling power of the four major martial arts sects."

"If they really dare to attack, we will make sure they never return. Haha, by then, Dali will probably be on the verge of destruction, and we at Luoshen Peak might even be able to get a piece of the pie."

Hearing this, Beishi narrowed his eyes but didn't say much.

It is undoubtedly wishful thinking for Dali to want to touch Luoshen Peak. This is the firm idea in the hearts of every disciple in the sect, and it is also the confidence and confidence brought by the foundation accumulated by Luoshen Peak in dominating the world for many years.

At the same time, between the trees not far from the courtyard where Luoshenfeng and his group lived, two figures, one old and one young, stood in the dark night, silent and silent.

"Grandpa, are you still going to do it tonight?"

The little girl in pink suddenly asked softly with a tense face.

The old man in hemp clothes was silent for a long time, the expression on his old face changing constantly, and finally he sighed softly and said:
"Forget it. I didn't expect Shen Juesheng to actually attack me. I'm no match for him. To be on the safe side, I'll let them live a little longer."

After saying that, the old man in hemp clothes glanced at the yard where Beishi and others were, then turned around and left without hesitation with the little girl in pink clothes.

"Grandpa, I can't figure out why Old Manor Master Shen suddenly took action tonight?"

The little girl in pink spoke with obvious lingering fear, while the old man in sackcloth clothes pondered as he walked:

"For him to attack, he must have encountered a true opponent, otherwise he wouldn't release such a terrifying sword intent for no reason."

As he spoke, a look of great doubt flashed across the old man's face. He said:
"But what I can't understand is that his attack appeared and disappeared quickly. Everything that happened just now was really too fleeting."

From the moment the Heavenly Sword appeared above Zhanlu Villa, the old man in hemp clothes was overwhelmed by the terrifying martial arts energy released by Shen Juesheng. He was frightened and unable to move. Then everything disappeared, as if it happened in an instant.

When he came to his senses, everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

"Perhaps this is what masters are like. A single move can determine victory or defeat."

The little girl in pink blinked and said, the old man in sackcloth looked at her and nodded:
"Makes sense."

At this time, the little girl continued:

"I'm just curious, who will win between Old Manor Master Shen and his opponent?"

Hearing this, the old man in hemp clothes thought for a moment and said:

"From the fact that I only felt Shen Juesheng's martial arts energy just now, it seems that the other party was very likely suppressed by him and probably lost."

The little girl in pink nodded slightly, her eyes twinkling:

"Although that person was defeated, he was able to force Elder Shen to use his full strength. He must be a very powerful master."

……

At the same time, in a courtyard in Zhanlu Villa.

Xu Qingcang, a middle-aged scholar with a pale face, was standing in front of the window in an indigo silk gown. His seemingly tall and thin body was hunched over, and he exuded a fierce aura.

Behind him stood a young man with a heroic face and dressed in brocade clothes.

"Old Master Shen is indeed still as strong as ever, worthy of being the 'Deer-Slaying Heavenly Blade' who once dominated the martial arts world with his swordsmanship!"

Xu Qingcang spoke slowly, and his originally pale face suddenly became rosy. His face changed into countless different expressions, and finally revealed a very ordinary old man's face.

The young man behind him didn't say anything from beginning to end, but just stared blankly at the middle-aged scholar in front of him.

But deep in his eyes, there was a deep fear and despair.

At this time, "Xu Qingcang" with an old man's face slowly turned around and looked at a shirtless middle-aged scholar sitting at the table in the room with a smile.

Obviously, the person sitting at the table was the real Xu Qingcang. He looked at the old man in front of him who was disguised as himself, his body trembling slightly, as if he wanted to make some move.

However, at this moment, his limbs were all entangled and pulled by invisible strands of Qi, and he had become like a puppet, completely unable to move independently and could only be controlled by others.

"You... are the old... Wuxiang..."

The middle-aged scholar Xu Qingcang opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice was intermittent and weak, and his eyes were fixed on the old man in front of the window.

"You have quite a good eye for this young man, as you can recognize the old man's identity."

The faceless old man nodded slowly and looked at the other person, but there was no expression on his face at this moment.

"We... don't seem to have any grudges or disputes with our predecessors..."

Xu Qingcang was still trying his best to resist the control of the Qi threads on his body, and spoke with a look of surprise.

The old man Wuxiang seemed to be completely unconcerned with the other party's resistance and said slowly:
"You're mistaken. Today, during the day, your carriage was driving on the road, and I just wanted to take a ride, but you ended up splashing mud all over me."

Hearing this, Xu Qingcang's expression changed, but he had no impression of this at all, nor did he remember meeting the other party.

Of course, it is also possible that this really happened, but he naturally didn't care about such things at the time.

After all, with their status, they can't just let any old man get in the car if they see him asking for a ride.

"I didn't know it at the time... it was Senior Wuxiang... please forgive me... and allow... us to apologize..."

Xu Qingcang did not make any excuses, but apologized sincerely.

However, the old man Wuxiang waved his hand and said:

"No need to apologize. I have some important things to do, so I can borrow your identities."

As he spoke, the old man Wuxiang walked back from the window to the table and sat down, while the young man in brocade clothes followed him uncontrollably, serving him tea and water as if he were a servant.

Xu Qingcang's eyes shifted as he looked at the faceless old man sitting opposite him and opened his mouth with difficulty:
"I wonder what you need, Senior...? Perhaps we can do it for you..."

The old man Wuxiang drank a sip of tea, glanced at the other person calmly, and said nothing. Seeing this, Xu Qingcang continued to speak intermittently:
"We...are General Shengzhou's men...we have influence here...and can help you, Senior..."

(End of this chapter)