Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

The sword light pierced through three hundred miles and struck the blood-red giant.

He casually grasped the blood-red statue of Li Changqing's golden dragon, but faced the sudden sword light with extreme caution.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the massive crimson energy instantly coalesced into the shape of a shield.

"boom!"

The light collided, the sword light was completely exhausted, and the blood-red shield turned into countless shattered pieces of light.

The blood-red statue also retreated continuously.

His body was too large, and he took several steps back, stepping over a field littered with corpses.

At this point, neither side of the army even had time to continue fighting.

They each found a safe place and stood facing each other.

The only faction still fighting now is the Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster factions.

The combined number of experts from both sides is only a little over two thousand.

But each of them was exceptionally strong, and now they were locked in a fierce battle, fighting until the sky darkened.

Because both sides are too strong, neither dares to be distracted.

Even when they saw the blood-red statue and the piercing sword light, realizing that a supreme being had made a move, they dared not be distracted.

It was at this moment that Li Changqing stormed in.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

This palm strike combines both strength and gentleness, capable of both striking and withdrawing.

Li Changqing grew to like it more and more, and now it has basically become his signature skill.

When facing the Crimson Giant, Li Changqing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were like a tickle; he did not cause any damage to the Crimson Giant.

However, when dealing with the Grandmasters of the Great Jin Kingdom and the grasslands, the golden dragons that Li Changqing unleashed had a completely different effect.

This palm strike was like a tidal wave, and when it was pulled back, it directly pulled them into the vortex of the palm wind.

"The Azure Dragon Emerges from its Cave!"

"Dragon Tail Swing!!"

Once the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are fully unleashed, they flow like a mighty river, never ceasing...

In just over ten rounds, two powerful cultivators at the Free and Unfettered Realm and more than a dozen grandmasters had already become the dead under Li Changqing's palm.

Although the Jin Dynasty and the grasslands had many masters, they could not withstand such attrition.

In just a short time, so many of their experts have perished.

The two powerful figures hiding in the shadows could no longer restrain themselves.

"Great Hero Golden Dragon, today is your death day!"

"Chief Chen, how have you been?"

One of these two people was an acquaintance of Li Changqing, Tuoba Sanjue, with whom he had previously fought.

The other one was wearing a monk's robe, with his hair styled in various braids, and appeared to be around fifty years old.

He was over ten feet tall, with a face like jade, and held various magical artifacts in his hands.

Even though they had never met before, Li Changqing could guess the identity of the person in front of him the moment he saw him.

He was the second shaman of the grassland shamanistic religion.

"Two half-step supreme beings, you really think highly of me?"

Of course, Li Changqing wasn't fighting alone. Sometime during the day, a gaunt old man appeared in the border army.

This person is the top honorific of the Great Zhou Dynasty and has been stationed on the border recently.

With his cooperation, Li Changqing was able to remain undefeated even when facing two half-step supreme beings at the same time.

What remains is the clash between the Grandmasters and Great Masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Grandmasters and Great Masters of the Grasslands and the Great Jin Kingdom.

It's no wonder that the grandmasters and powerful figures of the Great Zhou Dynasty usually look down on the grandmasters of the grasslands.

There is indeed a gap in strength between the two.

The effects are not yet apparent due to the short timeframe, and both sides are wary of each other...

Over time, the depth of the problem will be revealed.

The grandmasters and powerful figures of the Great Zhou Dynasty showed no mercy in their attacks.

The situation quickly shifted in favor of the Great Zhou, with the casualty ratio between the two sides being approximately one to two.

Although the Zhou side has a significant advantage, it doesn't mean they're guaranteed to win.

The Supreme Being has already made a move.

Ultimately, the victor in this great battle will be decided by the supreme rulers of both sides.

Along with the three hundred miles of sword light, a handsome young man holding a folding fan appeared on the city wall of the Northern Desert.

The folding fan in his hand was different from ordinary fans; it was made entirely of sharp ribs.

To put it more bluntly, this is a sword with a unique design.

That sword light that stretched for three hundred miles was unleashed by him.

"The Carefree Sword God, Xie Xiaoyao!!"

The people of the grasslands and the Great Jin Kingdom looked at the young master standing on the city wall.

My heart, spleen, liver, gallbladder, and kidneys were all scared out of their wits.

Xie Xiaoyao, the Sword God of Freedom, was also known as the Marquis of Freedom, and was stationed in the two states of Jiangnan in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

These are already very high-ranking positions.

But compared to his other identity, these identities are insignificant.

He was one of the three supreme rulers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and also the youngest supreme ruler.

Xie Xiaoyao stood before the blood-red statue. Even atop the city wall, he still had to look up to see the statue's expression.

"Great Shaman, how old are you? Now you're personally getting involved? Don't you have any dignity left?"

The blood-red statue, which had been silent all along, actually spoke in response to Xie Xiaoyao's question.

His voice sounded as if it came from the highest heavens.

Majestic and solemn.

"Xie Xiaoyao, do you still remember thirty years ago, when you knelt before my tent for ten days and ten nights, just to beg for a few words of guidance? Now, you dare to speak to me like this?"

These words completely humiliated Xie Xiaoyao.

But the carefree Marquis himself seemed completely unconcerned.

"What's the use of saying all that? As long as I'm here, you won't be able to take a single step forward."

"Then let's give it a try!"

The massive, blood-red statue seemed to disregard Xie Xiaoyao.

A massive, blood-red palm print slammed down, seemingly about to shatter the entire Northern Desert City.

Xie Xiaoyao sneered, raised the folding fan in his hand, and waved it forward.

Seventeen sword beams, each tens of miles long, struck the blood-red giant in quick succession.

Each sword strike was sharper and more ferocious than the last.

The terrifying, blood-red giant was forced to retreat step by step.

"I am no longer the Xie Xiaoyao of thirty years ago. As a fellow Supreme Being, would I fear an old, immortal wizard like you?"

His aura surged once again.

Seeing that seventeen sword lights were not enough, another terrifying sword light, about three hundred miles long, descended from the sky and struck the blood-red giant.

"puff!"

The crimson giant could no longer withstand the pressure, and its body began to collapse with a crash.

Nearly three hundred golden warriors, all of them pale-faced.

The scholar with fair skin who was originally in charge of directing them fell to the ground and coughed up blood.

"Supreme!"

"Supreme Might!"

"Lord Marquis is mighty!!!"

The morale of the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty was greatly boosted.

Clearly, Xiaoyao Hou's performance had brought them an immense shock.

At this moment, they all became supporters of the Carefree Marquis.

"Go back and tell the Great Shaman that he once gave me some guidance. After this battle, my Great Zhou will not pursue you. Let your defeated troops retreat back to the desert and grasslands."

"I will be stationed at the border for three months! If you insist on going your own way, I will lead the men of my Great Zhou across the Black River and crush their grassland temples."

This warning brought the battle to a complete end.

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