Chapter 918

After all, the unknown may be terrifying, but no danger had appeared so far.

Added to that, the Great Ming treasury and the Qinglong Society's rewards—these two factors made it impossible for these martial artists to hold back.

They could not help but rush toward the gate like carp leaping over the Dragon Gate.

In an instant, nearly half the martial artists had left the vast training ground.

Yet behind that gate, not the slightest anomaly was detected.

As a result, the remaining martial artists grew bolder by the moment.

At first, only one or two would leap in at a time; later, nearly everyone entered in pairs.

Fortunately, the gate was large enough to accommodate seven or eight people entering together.

Thus, within less than half an hour, many of the thousands of martial artists on the training ground had vanished.

Watching the growing number of Great Ming martial artists around him, even the Wu Dangqixia had leaped through the gate.

General Chilaowen seized the moment, used a basic lightness skill, and leaped in alone.

Once he plunged through the gate, he felt emptiness beneath his feet.

Looking around, he realized he had somehow arrived at a great height.

For an ordinary martial artist, such a height would likely mean a fatal fall.

But General Chilaowen was one of the Thirteen Wings, a martial artist ranked on the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

Naturally, he commanded the heavenly and earthly Qi, descending slowly toward the ground.

As he descended, he was intensely curious.

Although he had deliberately chosen to enter alone, using his superior skills to rush through the gate,

many martial artists had entered before and after him.

Yet why, upon entering, did he see only himself, stranded in this high sky?

Just as he pondered this, a chill wind suddenly rushed at him from all directions.

In an instant, this entire realm became a land of snow.

Though General Chilaowen was powerful, he still felt a bone-deep cold.

"Huh? What's this? Is someone fighting?"

The moment he noticed something amiss,

this icy, snowy land had appeared abruptly, and it was saturated with heavenly and earthly Qi.

Clearly, a martial artist above the Heavenly Being Realm was stirring the climate.

His mind stirred, and he drifted toward the core of this realm.

Indeed, as he advanced, the chill in this realm grew stronger.

In the end, even he had to activate his cultivation technique to resist the cold.

"Duan Tianya, I never thought you'd be so despicable as to bring allies against me."

Just as General Chilaowen neared, a figure suddenly appeared behind his side.

The man wielded a Japanese sword and instantly unleashed over ten vicious slashes.

General Chilaowen, unarmed, suddenly let out a dog's bark.

In that instant, just as the blade strikes were about to land, General Chilaowen unleashed countless punches.

Each punch emitted a unique dog's bark.

This was General Chilaowen's inherited Dog Mimicry Fist, passed down from the Thirteen Wings.

It looked and sounded rather comical.

But in truth, each punch carried the full-force lunge of a specific dog breed, amplified by General Chilaowen's own power.

The man's vicious sword techniques were all blocked by General Chilaowen with sheer brute force.

"Good! You managed to block my Yagyu Eighteen Slashes—you're no ordinary man."

Seeing his assault blocked, the man sheathed his sword and halted at a distance, demanding,

"State your name—under my Yagyu Butasaku's blade, no nameless ghost shall die."

Yagyu Butasaku?

General Chilaowen felt the name sounded vaguely familiar, yet he could not recall where.

But from the name, and from Yagyu Butasaku's attire, he realized the man was from You Dongying.

Yet when had You Dongying produced such a formidable figure?

"I am an old man, a martial artist of the Wu Lin. I entered your sacred land by accident—please forgive me, sir."

Not knowing where he was, General Chilaowen falsely claimed to be a senior elder of the Damingzong Sect.

"Great Ming? You're clearly one of Duan Tianya's allies—then die!"

Upon hearing "Great Ming," Yagyu Butasaku flew into a rage.

He drew his sword again and attacked.

This time, his assault was not merely sword techniques—he summoned nearby snowflakes and coldness, layer upon layer, crashing toward General Chilaowen.

General Chilaowen was utterly baffled: What had Great Ming ever done to you?

Why are you attacking me?

And why did the name "Duan Tianya" sound so familiar?

Seeing Yagyu Butasaku's lethal assault, it was clear the man intended to kill him.

General Chilaowen steeled himself, preparing to unleash the full essence of the Dog Mimicry Fist.

After all, the Dog Mimicry Fist was inherited from the ancient Thirteen Wings of Great Yuan—how many ordinary people had ever seen it?

He had no fear that this fist technique would expose his true identity.

It was just as Liu Sheng Ma Shou's assault was about to reach his face.

Suddenly, through the icy snowscape, streaks of peculiar light flared forth.

The next moment, a figure dressed as a You Dongying native rushed toward Liu Sheng Ma Shou with a Japanese sword.

The blade techniques of the two seemed nearly identical.

But Liu Sheng Ma Shou's cultivation was clearly superior to that of the newcomer.

Added to this, the surrounding cold and snow forced the newcomer into steady retreat.

General Chilaowen did not understand why, but since someone had intercepted Liu Sheng Ma Shou's assault, he was perfectly content to stay out of it.

He simply stood quietly to the side, watching the two clash at blinding speed.

After a long while, as the chill grew ever stronger,

suddenly, a faint fragrance drifted through the frozen snowscape.

General Chilaowen had smelled many women's body scents before, yet he found this sudden fragrance uniquely distinctive.

Just as his index finger twitched slightly, a graceful shadow appeared beside General Chilaowen,

"Old sir, are you from the Great Ming, here to aid Duan Tianya?"

The woman wore a pure white kimono, her figure exquisitely beautiful, her face no less lovely.

At first glance, General Chilaowen thought this woman, though perhaps not worthy of the Heavenly Dao Hundred Beauties List, was still a rare beauty.

Hearing her voice, he felt dizzy, forgetting to reply.

"Bah! My father insists on wiping out Duan Tianya completely, but what has Duan Tianya to do with those affairs?"

Seeing General Chilaowen remain silent, the woman assumed he agreed, and continued,

"Today's duel with Duan Tianya has reached a stalemate.

I've been watching from the shadows—your Wu Gong is no weak art.

If you can, please spare my father's life when you intervene."

"Pah!"

Liu Sheng Ma Shou, locked in fierce combat, heard his daughter speak of him thus.

How dare she say this sudden intruder could threaten him?

Enraged, he could not help speaking even at a critical moment:

"Liu Sheng Xueji, do you hold your father in such low esteem?

Fine! I'll kill Duan Tianya now, then I'll chop this old man into eight pieces."

With that, Liu Sheng Ma Shou changed his sword technique.