Chapter 903: Defeating the Three Martial Ancestors

A residual shadow surged forward, and at the same time, he brought his sword fingers together, a strand of Sword Qi condensed, and he slashed down at the three with a single point.

His finger, which looked plain and unremarkable, possessed astonishing power once released; a white strand of Sword Qi suddenly condensed and violently pressed down toward the three elders.

The three elders had originally been full of confidence, but under the pressure of Chen Yu's sword fingers, their expressions turned to great shock.

Before they could react in any way, a wave of air surged over with a 'whoosh', and the protective Qi around the three elders shattered abruptly.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—all three spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies retreated rapidly, and their chests were drenched in blood; it was clear they had already suffered heavy injuries.

The scene before them shocked everyone, and even Liang Jinsheng's face changed drastically.

Three experts at the Martial Ancestor Peak—even he would likely find it difficult to win in a short time, but Chen Yu had repelled all three in an instant, which made him feel it was inconceivable.

Could it be that Chen Yu's realm was already on the same level as his own? This was impossible; if they were on the same level, why couldn't he tell?

Thinking of this, Liang Jinsheng's expression changed slightly again; could it be that Chen Yu's realm had already surpassed his own, and he was a genuine Dharma Cultivator?

How could this be possible? Looking at Chen Yu's age, he was not even thirty; how could he have such strong power?

"Among the Twelve Gates, is there anyone else who is unconvinced?" Chen Yu turned his head and glanced coldly at the crowd.

The faces of those remaining were unsightly; Chen Yu, alone, stood firm against their three experts of the Martial Ancestor Realm. This level of strength, aside from Liang Lao, was likely something no one present could match.

Everyone's gaze turned involuntarily toward Liang Jinsheng; the face of the Southern Xuanwu Pavilion would likely only be recovered by relying on him.

Liang Jinsheng's expression changed again and again; he had called Chen Yu over, firstly to test Chen Yu's true strength, and secondly to suppress this newly appointed Martial Alliance Leader.

But he had not expected that he had dug a pit for himself; this strength of Chen Yu's was likely far beyond his own, because he could never discern Chen Yu's true depth.

He was currently at the realm of a Half-step Dharma Cultivator, only half a step away from the Primordial Qi Realm, but he could not see through Chen Yu's strength; did that not mean he already possessed the cultivation of the Primordial Qi Realm?

"Liang Lao, if there is really no one left, how about I spar with you?" Chen Yu raised his head and looked at Liang Jinsheng.

"This old man has not moved against anyone for over fifty years," Liang Jinsheng chuckled and said: "Once one's cultivation reaches my level, what one cultivates is a state of mind."

"If I were still fighting and killing like I did when I was young, my state of mind would be broken. After all, I have lingered at the realm before the Primordial Qi Realm for so long without breaking through, so let us just leave it at that."

Chen Yu naturally knew that this fellow had lost his nerve, but he did not expose him; he smiled slightly and said: "Liang Lao, let this Hongmen Banquet end here. If there is truly no one among the Twelve Gates who can rival me, then I shall take my leave."

As soon as Chen Yu's voice fell, the expressions of everyone in the Twelve Gates changed slightly; their faces were very ugly. Chen Yu's meaning was already very clear: you Twelve Gates are not good enough.

If Chen Yu walked out of this door today, then the Twelve Gates would be ruthlessly trampled under his feet. By then, it would spread throughout the Jianghu that Chen Yu, by his own strength, had suppressed the thousands of disciples of the Twelve Gates.

"Alliance Leader Chen, I have already prepared a banquet. Why don't you have a simple meal before leaving? Since you have just arrived in Jinling, I should fulfill the duties of a host," Liang Jinsheng said slowly.

"The one who should fulfill the duties of a host is the Tiance Sword Mansion, not Liang Lao," Chen Yu said indifferently: "My Martial Alliance and the Xuanwu Pavilion are equal in status. Perhaps the Martial Alliance in the Three Provinces and six cities is slightly lacking in strength, but at least our status is the same."

"If the Tiance Sword Mansion does not come out to fulfill the duties of a host, that is somewhat unjustifiable."

There was another commotion in the crowd, and everyone looked at Chen Yu with expressions of doubt.

It was currently rumored throughout the martial arts world that Chen Yu's purpose in coming to Jinling this time was to move against the Tiance Sword Mansion, but this was only a rumor, and everyone was half-believing.

However, the Tiance Sword Mansion had recently recalled all disciples traveling in the Jianghu and had closed its doors to guests; this matter appeared unusual.

This confirmed the rumors in the Jianghu from the side: Chen Yu came here to move against the Tiance Mansion.

But the Tiance Sword Mansion had hundreds of years of heritage, and the Sect Master Duan Tianming had likely broken through to the Primordial Qi Realm; could Chen Yu alone make the Tiance Sword Mansion so nervous?

"Haha, does Alliance Leader Chen think our Liang Clan temple is too small? How about this: you come to our residence for a meal, and I will treat you as an equal. I am older, so I will call you 'younger brother'; what do you think?" Liang Jinsheng laughed heartily.

As soon as Liang Jinsheng's voice fell, everyone's expression changed again.

Liang Jinsheng wanted to discuss swords with Chen Yu as an equal? Call him 'younger brother'? This was giving him a massive amount of face.

One must know that Liang Jinsheng was nearly a hundred years old, and he was an Elder of extremely high seniority in the Xuanwu Pavilion, interacting as an equal with the several great Elders of the Sword Mansion.

And even if Chen Yu was the Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance, he was not even thirty, and his seniority was not that high; Liang Jinsheng was truly giving Chen Yu plenty of face.

"Since Elder Brother Liang is giving me so much face, if I do not stay, it would be too unappreciative," Chen Yu laughed heartily.

"Haha, good, then everyone move to the backyard. Today, I have set a banquet to welcome Alliance Leader Chen," Liang Jinsheng also laughed heartily, and he walked out of the main hall together with Chen Yu.

Everything was normal during the banquet; after the meal, the crowd dispersed, and Liang Jinsheng let Chen Yu rest for a while at the residence, while he returned to his own room.

"Liang Lao, you gave Chen Yu too much face this time." Li Jisheng arrived in the room, turned his head to close the door, and walked up to Liang Jinsheng to say.

"Heh, Xiao Li, you have followed me for so many years; could it be that even you did not see what I intended to do?" Liang Jinsheng smiled slightly.

"This... forgive my dull eyes, I cannot fathom the Head of Family's meaning," Li Jisheng was slightly stunned, looking at Liang Lao with some confusion.

"How do you think Chen Yu's strength is?" Liang Jinsheng asked.

"Very strong," Li Jisheng said: "Although I cannot see his strength, he stood firm against the Twelve Gates of Jinling by his own strength, and he is also the Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance; this absolutely was not obtained by luck."

"And I boldly guess that even if the Head of Family were to enter the fray, at most it would only be a draw with him," Li Jisheng said after hesitating.

"Hehe, your guess is not bold enough; you should be bolder—I am simply no match for him," Liang Jinsheng chuckled.

"This... how is that possible?" Li Jisheng was startled.

Liang Jinsheng was the strongest person among the Twelve Gates, and he was a Half-step Dharma Cultivator, only one step away from the Primordial Qi Realm of a Dharma Cultivator.