Chapter 130: with translation of chapter title

The sky was already growing dark; outside Jade Capital City, before the solitary western mountain grave, a furious shout rang out, and the surging qi-and-blood fist intent turned into an invisible heat flow that spread in all directions, startling the crowd rushing toward the grave into scattering; within the crowd, a streak of colored light shot up like a meteor, at the same time letting out an angry shout.

"Hong Xuanji." Accompanied by an angry shout, the colored-light meteor shot up into the sky, then swiftly fell toward the tomb before West Mountain; during its descent the colored light turned into a giant palm that descended upon a man before the tomb, this man clad in fine robes, wearing a purple-gold crown, his beardless face showing a faintly grim expression, his attire and aura unmistakably revealing his status—the Martial Warm Marquis of Great Qian, the present Grand Preceptor, Hong Xuanji.

"Yu." Accompanied by a low angry shout, the momentum of the falling colored-light giant palm suddenly stalled; taking advantage of the moment the colored giant palm paused, Hong Xuanji's right hand formed a fist seal, and together with the sound from his mouth he struck out; if anyone could extricate their soul, they would surely see accompanying Hong Xuanji's fist seal a wheel of clear light like the sun gathering at the fist tip, then, as the punch was launched, it shot forth and struck the colored-light giant palm in the air.

The invisible clear light struck the colored-light giant palm, and instantly a shattering crack rang out; the colored-light giant palm, like glass, was pierced through by the clear light, but the clear light itself vanished after the strike; the colored-light, like glass shards, after breaking, the pieces recombined, forming anew a column of colored light standing there, embracing a humanoid figure.

"Unfilial son, you've actually cultivated your Dao arts to this extent; Meng Shenji has poured considerable effort into you, alas, that Supreme Dao's 'Universe' chapters two, I've already seen them from Meng Bingyun—I fear he himself may not even know!" Hong Xuanji smashed the colored-light giant palm with a punch, gazing at the colored light still hovering in midair and the humanoid figure within, he uttered these words.

"But even if Meng Shenji himself came today, he couldn't stop me from enforcing family law."

"Wolf heart, dog lungs." Hong Yi shielded himself within the colored light, hearing his father's words outside, he couldn't help trembling all over with anger, but thinking of the terror of that man below, he dared not launch an attack downward; tearing his face apart here today is already his utmost limit.

"Martial Warm Marquis Lord's words are a bit grandiose, but it's not his fault for saying so; my sect master is currently preparing to survive the nine heavenly tribulations, and thus cannot come to Jade Capital City at present." The voice came from afar, causing Hong Xuanji, who intended to launch an attack, to pause slightly; he lifted his gaze to watch the figure descending from the sky.

"But if the Marquis Lord doesn't mind, let me keep him company for a round!" Zhou Shuo descended from the sky, glanced at the colored light above containing Hong Yi and at the retinue below him, then turned his gaze to Hong Xuanji, his face bearing a relaxed smile; his arrival was truly timely.

"Which one of the Supreme Dao are you?" Hong Xuanji turned his body that was about to charge forward, looking at the man descending from the sky; the true transmission of the Supreme Dao belongs only to the sect master and the holy maiden, other elders rarely show themselves, so I don't know which one this person is; looking at him, the Supreme Dao indeed has some connection with the unfilial son.

"I am surnamed Zhou, named Shuo; people have given me a nickname, called Outcloud Madman, but I think that nickname is actually rather elegant; in fact, I am merely a shit-stirring stick." Zhou Shuo looked at the solemn Grand Preceptor of Great Qian, his eyes slightly askance, suppressing the urge to laugh.

"Stir, shit-stirring stick." Not only Hong Xuanji, but even Hong Yi in the sky, and those who followed him—Da Jin Zhu, Xiao Mu, Shen Tiezhu, and Chi Zhuoyang, etc. —couldn't help but their faces twitch slightly; never before had they heard anyone compare themselves in such a way.

"Not bad; I've come to Jade Capital precisely to stir up some shit—please, Martial Warm Marquis Lord, grant me your instruction!" Zhou Shuo looked at the stunned expressions of the crowd, not taking it to heart; for a person like Hong Xuanji, ordinary words cannot move his heart, only by self-deprecation can one achieve some effect.

"Impudent!" Facing Zhou Shuo's self-blackening tactic, even if Hong Xuanji's cultivated aura were deep, he still couldn't help but a flush rose on his pale face; he stepped forward with his right foot, instantly covering a hundred paces, and threw a straight punch at Zhou Shuo; as the punch was launched, a huge invisible ** rose from behind this Martial Warm Marquis Lord.

"Fine fist technique." Zhou Shuo saw the Martial Warm Marquis Lord appear before him in the blink of an eye, with a ** appearing behind him, raising his fist to strike him; he couldn't help but cry out, his spine shuddering violently, two forces stirring the muscles of his right arm, and he threw a retaliatory punch.

"Crack!" The two fists collided, a crisp sound rang out; under the fierce collision of the two punching forces, Hong Xuanji and Zhou Shuo simultaneously withdrew their fists, and the bones in their arms showed different cracks under the impact.

"Hahaha, the Martial Warm Marquis Lord's skill is superb—indeed worthy of being an old-school martial sage." Zhou Shuo felt the bones in his arms cracking inside, he let out a loud laugh that shook the eardrums, his waist slightly trembling, the long narrow blade sheathed at his side instantly sprang free and fell into his intact hand.

"........." Hong Xuanji felt the bones in his arm shattering, then looked at the fellow who had drawn his weapon opposite him; involuntarily his muscles tensed all over, his fine robes strained by the muscles, instantly emitting a strained creaking sound.

"Marquis Lord, then I'm coming." Zhou Shuo looked at the man whose body stood tall like a god-king, his eyes slightly narrowed, he stepped forward with a leap, his long sword thrust toward Hong Xuanji's throat; before the torch-like sword tip even reached, it burst forth a filament of bright sword-light.

The sword was fast, especially the sword-light protruding from the blade, even more unexpected; however, as an old-school martial sage, Hong Xuanji, before the sword-light could reach his throat, swiftly deflected his throat and stepped back hastily; even so, he still had a slice of his collar cut away by the torch-like sword-light.

"Marquis Lord, what do you think of this sword?" Zhou Shuo looked at the retreating Hong Xuanji, not pursuing, but sheathed his sword and asked with a smile; without waiting for an answer, he continued to boast as if speaking naturally.

"My sword isn't much; my sect master's newly created Supreme Dao Three Blades were truly top-notch, said to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Panhuang Three Swords; Marquis Lord, you can't even handle my sword, so how dare you speak big words, claiming my sect master can't stop you from enforcing family law—what kind of people are we of the Supreme Dao? Are we the sort of boring folk who would block the Marquis Lord from enforcing family law?" Zhou Shuo spoke solemnly, looking at Hong Xuanji's face turning green, suppressing the urge to laugh.

Hong Xuanji had still wanted to utter a couple of sentences citing the court's righteousness, but Zhou Shuo's string of nonsensical words stole his chance; his face quickly turned dark green, he glanced at his distant son Hong Yi, let out a cold snort, flicked his right sleeve, preparing to sweep his sleeves and leave; but he hadn't expected that, during the fight, his fine robes had already been strained taut, and now, as he casually waved his sleeve, there was a sizzle and his right sleeve tore straight off his arm.

"Marquis Lord truly lives up to being a great scholar, putting into practice the principle of 'do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire' to the utmost—even his anger is expressed by playing with his own clothing." Zhou Shuo looked at the Martial Warm Marquis Lord whose fine robe had lost a sleeve, and both corners of his mouth curled up completely.

"The Supreme Dao can do as it pleases." Hong Xuanji's face shifted from green to red, then after a second returned to calm; he gave Zhou Shuo a deep look, left a single sentence, his form vanished instantly from the spot, then appeared on a small path of West Mountain, and after a few flickers he was gone.

"Marquis Lord, walk slowly, Old Master Gongyang; you too, take it easy, you're not young anymore—don't waste the little over two years of life you have left; my sect master is still waiting to meet you for a sword test!" Zhou Shuo watched the departing Hong Xuanji, raising the corners of his mouth in a reminder, while his gaze swept the empty space around; just moments ago, during his clash with Hong Xuanji, there had been a disturbance in the void, and nearby someone was hidden—the Sword Sage Gongyang Yu.

Emperor Yang Pan - Yang Pan (person name)

"Elder Brother Yi." Zhou Shuo scanned the empty space twice, then turned his head to look toward Hong Yi and his retinue there, revealing a slight smile.

"Brother Shuo." Hong Yi watched his father's retreating silhouette, feeling a bit forlorn, but seeing Zhou Shuo's gaze fall upon him, he hurried forward, clasped his hands in salute, and sincerely called out "Brother Shuo".

"…………" Zhou Shuo looked at the earnest fellow, patted his shoulder, then pointed to the solitary grave on the desolate hill, without saying much.