Chapter 82

The True Gate's formation base shattered, and the Heavenly Patrol Envoy flew into a rage.

Golden light erupted chaotically atop Kunlun Mountain, and the entire True Gate emitted a dull boom.

The gate crack, originally opened to three feet, now began to destabilize.

But the Heavenly Patrol Envoy clearly had a reserve move.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the sword mark on his brow.

A drop of golden blood seeped from the old wound and fell into the True Gate.

"With the Heavenly Patrol Blood, stabilize the True Gate."

Boom!

The True Gate solidified once more.

The golden-armored giant behind the gate fully opened its eyes.

Terrifying pressure descended upon Kunlun, causing many Green Blade Camp Sword Cultivators to spit blood on the spot.

Xie Wuya's face changed drastically.

"An Upper Realm True General!"

Though the True General cannot fully descend to the Lower Realm, it can strike through the gate.

That golden-armored giant raised its hand, and a massive sword cleaved down through the gate crack.

Before the sword even fell, a huge fissure split open in Kunlun's snow peaks.

Jiang Che rose to meet the sword.

The Qinghua Sword Light collided with the golden giant sword.

Amidst a thunderous roar, Jiang Che was pressed into a half-kneel in the snow.

Xie Tingxue immediately drew her sword to assist.

Xie Wuya led the Sword Pavilion crowd to form a formation.

Only by combining the strength of all swords could they barely block this strike.

The Heavenly Patrol Envoy sneered:

"Jiang Che, what does it matter that you altered the Old Stele?"

"The True Gate has opened a line."

"The power of the Upper Realm can still enter the Human Realm."

Jiang Che coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The words of the blue-robed sword guest from his dream rang out again.

The Gate Opens a Line.

Kill your way in and take a look.

Jiang Che looked up, gazing at the True Gate crack.

Xie Tingxue seemed to sense his thought, and her face changed.

"No."

Jiang Che said, "Someone must go in."

Xie Tingxue spoke coldly, "Going in means entering the Upper Realm's home ground."

Jiang Che smiled, "So we must be fast."

"Not allowed."

This was the first time Xie Tingxue used such a tone.

Jiang Che looked at her and said softly:

"If we do not enter, the True Gate cannot be sealed shut."

"The Heavenly Patrol Blood is inside the gate."

"Cutting only the outside is useless."

The fingers of Xie Tingxue's hand gripping the sword turned white.

Of course, she knew Jiang Che was right.

But knowing is one thing, accepting is another.

Jiang Che looked at Xie Wuya, "Senior, leave the outside to you."

Xie Wuya said heavily, "What are your odds?"

Jiang Che thought for a moment, "Three in ten."

Xie Wuya laughed in anger, "At least you are honest."

Jiang Che added, "If we do not go, there is not even one in ten."

Xie Wuya fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I will hold the gate open for you for ten breaths."

Xie Tingxue suddenly said, "I will go with you."

Jiang Che shook his head, "The outside needs you."

"I don't care."

"Tingxue."

Jiang Che held her wrist in public for the first time.

His voice was very soft.

"If I do not return, the Human Realm still needs someone to continue drawing the sword."

Xie Tingxue's eyes reddened slightly, yet she said coldly:

"Don't say things that sound like a last will."

Jiang Che smiled and said, "Then let me change it."

"Wait for me to come back."

Xie Tingxue looked at him, and after a long while released her grip on the sword hilt.

"Ten breaths."

"If you're not back in ten breaths, I'll cut the Gate."

Jiang Che nodded.

Xie Wuya roared furiously, "Ten Thousand Swords Holding the Gate!"

Every Sword Cultivator of the Sword Pavilion, Green Blade Camp, and Anti-Heaven Bureau thrust their swords forward at the same time.

Sword Qi transformed into a long bridge, forcibly bracing against the crack of the True Gate.

Jiang Che stepped onto the sword bridge.

The Heavenly Patrol envoy's face changed.

"Stop him!"

The Golden Armor true general swung his sword once more.

Xie Tingxue's sword slashed across the sky; the Clear Snow Sword's light blocked the giant sword.

She was sent staggering backward, blood staining her white clothes, yet she did not retreat.

Jiang Che charged to the gate.

From within the True Gate came an endless pulling force, as if it would tear his flesh, blood, and Divine Soul apart completely.

The Green Bamboo Sword hummed and trembled.

Just at this moment, a wisp of wine fragrance drifted out from within the gate.

The lingering voice of the blue-robed swordsman rose:

"Kid, don't chicken out."

Jiang Che laughed.

"Senior, lead the way."

He stepped into the True Gate in one stride.

Heaven spun and earth reeled.

The next moment, he stood at the edge of a Golden Sea.

Behind him was the half-open crack of the gate.

Before his eyes were countless floating palace halls and cold gazes.

The Heavenly Patrol envoy's true body sat atop a high platform, and slowly rose.

The sword scar at his brow was still bleeding.

"Jiang Che."

"You actually dare Entering Heaven."

Jiang Che gripped the Green Bamboo Sword and surveyed the Upper Realm.

Here, spiritual energy was like an ocean.

The oppressive might was like a mountain.

Any random gaze was enough to crush an ordinary person.

But he did not kneel.

He took one step forward.

"Since I'm already here."

"Not cutting down something wouldn't be quite appropriate."