Chapter 471: Grandmaster Duel: Information Leaked

"This child is named Wu Luoye. His ancestors were of the human race from Zhong Yuan; after being persecuted, they fled Zhong Yuan to join the local Witch Tribe in Beijing, intermarrying and multiplying to this day."

Gaoyang Clan introduced, "Among our various Witch tribes, there are quite a few with similar Zhong Yuan bloodlines."

He said softly, "The Original Martial Saint was the first to exile the Witches. Later, the Myriad Phenomena Martial Saint refined bloodlines to verify the hypothesis of the 'Perfected Human,' exiling all failed human species to Beijing."

"Generation after generation, my Witch race has become unrecognizable, and we are now completely irreconcilable with the likes of you."

"Monarch of the Fucheng, your eyes are like torches; you must see that of our two races, only one can live standing on this land."

The Monarch of the Fucheng said with a calm expression, "Throughout the ages, heaven and earth remain the same. The great trend is like the surging river flowing east; how could human power reverse it?"

"If you Witches pour all your strength into this invasion, are you not afraid of a one-way trip?"

Gaoyang Clan replied with a smile, "Even if we die, we will die on this ancestral land."

"Beijing is not a home; it is a prison, a dumping ground for the waste and filth of your human race. I despise it too."

Having said this, he raised a palm, "We've chatted long enough, let's have a round!"

The Monarch of the Fucheng raised his fist and clashed with Gaoyang Clan. The surrounding fragments, dense as a beehive, vanished in the blink of an eye. Countless Qi and blood were completely wiped of their last traces under the aftermath of the two men's exchange.

In the space where the two fought, the scene flickered like a strobe light. The wild grass on the ground and the clouds in the sky were constantly refreshing, changing positions and outlines.

A battle at the level of a Grandmaster is just this simple and unadorned; it lacks the grandiosity of a powerful martial artist pushing mountains and filling seas, nor does it have the intensity of flames burning the heavens.

However, the level of power is as different as heaven and earth.

With the Grandmaster level of the Monarch of the Fucheng and Gaoyang Clan, every gesture destroys this space over and over again.

If a Witch Banner had drifted nearby, it would likely have been destroyed countless times, only to refresh and be reborn countless times after.

Because a battle at the Grandmaster level brings not only destruction but also rebirth.

One moment, the Monarch of the Fucheng leveled a mountain peak, and countless crushed particles filled the void; the next moment, Gaoyang Clan's power kneaded and reshaped these particles into a vastly different mountain peak, landing in another location.

Thus, it caused the scenery in this space to change constantly like a sand painting.

Only the celestial phenomena and geography can withstand such refreshing. If any living person were to intrude upon their battle, they would likely be wiped away on the spot, their physical body crushed and kneaded into the mud and river water.

The surroundings were empty; even the powerful martial artists of both races dared not come to join the excitement, fearing they would be implicated.

"Excellent. You, too, have grasped the Dao of Nature."

I do not know how much time passed, but the Monarch of the Fucheng stopped fighting. His beard and hair were not messy, and not even his robes or accessories were damaged. It did not look like he had just finished a fight; it looked more like he had gone for a stroll without doing anything at all.

Gaoyang Clan on the opposite side was the same.

At their realm, victory and defeat involve far-reaching consequences; it cannot be decided in two or three moves.

"The Dao of Nature was first proposed and carried forward by us Witches."

Gaoyang Clan said with no small amount of pride.

Upon reaching the Grandmaster realm, the physical body is developed to the extreme. To pursue greater power, one must open the channels between the human body and nature, pursuing the power of the Dao of Nature.

Therefore, harmonious coexistence with nature is the goal; fist techniques can not only destroy all things but also reshape all things.

The titles of Earth Sect, Heaven Sect, and so on, above the Human Sect, can prove this point.

"Liu Jia Ji Xiang Er, killed the mastermind behind the Witch Banner, Yehenu."

After the halftime break, the two each absorbed the Qi and blood scattered around the battlefield, reconstructing the scene of the battle.

Seeing this, the Monarch of the Fucheng clapped and cheered, "A fine Liu Fengji, truly living up to his name, 'auspicious'."

Yehenu, one of the Ten Prodigies, although not top-tier in individual strength, single-handedly set up the bewitching formation of the Witch Banners. Many martial artists were trapped within, suffering sneak attacks from all directions by the Witches.

This person's comprehensive evaluation ranks in the top ten of the Witch Martial Master realm, surpassing many senior martial artists. He is proficient in the internal structure of the Witch Banners, wandering through the void and killing many martial arts experts.

The three guild leaders—the Butcher, the Porter, and the Blacksmith of the Hundred Crafts—the high-ranking Commander of the garrison, and the renowned Master Liao of the Fucheng martial arts circle, were all famous experts who died at his hands.

Numerous martial artists hated him to the core, but were helpless as they were blocked by the Witch Banners.

"Good, well done."

The Monarch of the Fucheng did a quick calculation. After Liu Fengji returned to the senior martial artist realm, he killed strong enemies in succession in this battle. His accumulated merits rank among the best, likely in the first or second tier.

He sighed that he was indeed the top talent among the Fucheng noble families.

"Liu Fengji, I remember, he has natural writing on his back."

Gaoyang Clan revealed an interested gaze, "Kunpengzi mentioned that he is very interested in Liu Fengji's human skin."

"If any of my Witches can peel off his skin, it shall be the greatest merit."

The Monarch of the Fucheng gave a cold laugh, "That kind of Witch hasn't been born yet!"

The two had just gone through a fierce battle and the cooldown had not yet passed, so they were bickering for the time being.

What is Kunpengzi, who was just mentioned, doing now?

The boundary marker, surrounded by countless Witch experts, is located at the rear of the battlefield and is being defended impenetrably.

The Witches agreed to let him take two looks at it; in exchange, he must provide all information about the Mysterious Pocket, including the physical object.

Kunpengzi did not break his word and brought a Hunger Pouch directly. The Witch powerful martial artists studied it for a long time, but other than the material being made of human skin, they could not see any clues.

"Wait until I finish looking at the boundary marker, then I will tell you where this thing comes from?"

"Fine, it's a deal. You can only look twice."

The Witch powerful martial artists set the rules: one blink of an eye is one look. That is to say, Kunpengzi can only blink three times from start to finish.

A wise Witch even warned, "Cutting off your eyelids is useless; the twitching of the eye socket muscles also counts as a blink."

This completely blocked any chance for Kunpengzi to exploit loopholes.

The one speaking was the Ox-Butcher Witch; his attitude toward Kunpengzi was consistent with the mainstream—mutual use mixed with disgust and precaution.

Kunpengzi smiled faintly, "That would hurt so much! I couldn't do that."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dug his withered hands into his eye sockets and pulled out both eyeballs, holding them in his palms to look at the boundary marker.

The Witches were in an uproar; he had actually played a trick on them after all.

The boundary marker towered into the clouds, with dense writing on it. Besides the true content of the alliance, there were signatures from both sides, as well as annotations carved by Witch predecessors such as 'Do not forget the shame' and 'Descendants must take revenge'.

There were thousands of flowing characters; one really could not see much content within the limit of two looks.

This item is the treasure that guards the Shaman people; being willing to lend it to an outsider to take two looks at is already an extraordinary act of grace.

Who could have imagined that Kunpengzi could gouge out his own eyeballs, keep them from blinking, and finish reading all the contents.

A long time later...

"The one who crafted this pouch is Moyunzi of my Golden Immortal Dao, and he is my mortal enemy."

"This item is suspected to be derived from the Seal Script 'Zang', utilizing the artifact-crafting methods of the Talisman Book school, and it contains infinite space within."

"The last place Moyunzi appeared was Chongguang Cheng."

(End of this chapter)