True Martial Had Not Seen Me for Eight Hundred Years; Today, True Martial Finally Saw Me

"If you don't come down, how will you take my blade?"

Jiang Tianfeng's eyes were cold as lightning as he stroked his beard and slashed.

The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade tore through the sky, instantly splitting the carriage into four pieces. Amid the surging shockwave, Su Changqing's figure appeared.

Tyrant Blade! Death God Slash!

The Frost Snow Saber shone brilliantly as clusters of ice crystals bloomed.

Jiang Tianfeng cast a cold glance, then swept his great saber upward from below, breaking through the air and colliding with Frost Snow.

Azure Dragon energy surged forth, metal clanged harshly, and blade aura exploded.

"Ridiculous. I received Guan Gong's true teachings as a child and possess Innate Divine Strength. How could you possibly compare to me?" Jiang Tianfeng sneered, stroking his beard.

Name: Jiang Tianfeng

Realm: True Qi Realm Ninth Level

Fate: Bandit Leader (Blue) Innate Divine Strength (Blue)

Life Script: ("Supreme Martial Saint" Minor Villain)

As a child, he obtained the blade of Guan Ping, Guan Gong's son. He discovered the Zhenwu Secret Treasure on Mount Zhenwu and cultivated Profound Heaven True Qi, which endlessly replenished itself and gave him abundant vitality and blood. Comparing himself to Guan Gong, he dominated one region.

He was later killed by Ye Tian of the Imperial Guard Enforcement Agency, becoming a stepping stone.

"You think you're worthy of being mentioned alongside a Martial Saint? You didn't learn Guan Gong's skills, but you certainly learned his arrogance." Su Changqing laughed heartily and retreated at high speed.

Sure enough, Qing Jiang's fate was far better than Jiang Tianfeng's.

Had Qing Jiang not died and obtained the Bixie Sword Manual, he would undoubtedly have become a true major villain.

"Dog thief, die!"

The two chased one another, their footwork exquisite as they raced through the forest. They began battling on a narrow mountain path halfway up Mount Zhenwu.

Their sabers rang with every clash, True Qi surged, and their power was overwhelming. The surrounding banyan trees were severed at the waist by their blade aura!

"This brat is barely twenty. Could he possess Innate Divine Strength too?" Jiang Tianfeng's gaze turned cold as he watched Su Changqing.

Su Changqing's strength was only a fraction weaker than his own.

"I have roamed the martial world for twenty years. How could I lose to some green brat!"

He stood with his saber in hand and tapped his own acupoints with one hand. A rumble sounded within his body as he forcibly stimulated his Profound Heaven True Qi.

"Kill!" Jiang Tianfeng suddenly threw back his head and roared, his voice deafening as he swung his saber down.

Profound Heaven True Qi was incomparably tyrannical and impossible to match. It rolled like a mighty river, and a phantom Azure Dragon seemed to coil around the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

Even those of the Xiantian Realm would find it difficult to face this strike.

Profound Heaven True Qi truly lived up to its origins in the Zhenwu Secret Treasure.

Su Changqing had nowhere to evade. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, blood spilling out as Frost Snow sliced through the sky and sank deeply into a nearby tree.

"Hahaha! Imperial Guard dog, this old man has a hundred times your combat experience! You're unarmed now. Today, I'll cut you down in three strokes!"

Jiang Tianfeng howled toward the heavens and charged forward with his saber. His jet-black hair hung loose over his shoulders, his muscles bulged, and his might seemed to overwhelm the world.

Su Changqing instantly retreated, his expression changing as he pulled out the belt around his waist. Demonic purple blood radiance burst forth, transforming into a long serpent that bound the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

Profound Heaven True Qi was simply too tyrannical. If the Purple Blood Soft Sword took it head-on, it might shatter.

Blade and sword crossed. The Purple Blood Soft Sword coiled around the blade, and Jiang Tianfeng was unable to pull free the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade for the moment.

Jiang Tianfeng narrowed his eyes and pulled on the blade with one hand, forcibly dragging Su Changqing before him.

The two instantly closed in, Jiang Tianfeng's cold eyes fixed on Su Changqing.

"This old man has Innate Divine Strength! You think you can fight me at close quarters?" Jiang Tianfeng said coldly.

His palm became a fist as he threw a punch. A surging blast of air rushed straight at Su Changqing's face, sending his hair flying in the wind.

Su Changqing's eyes remained cold. The qi sea within him churned like a golden seed blooming and bearing fruit, instantly dyeing his qi sea gold.

The golden qi sea rippled, vast as a galaxy.

Indestructible Vajra Divine Art!

Golden light blazed, and a layer of golden sheen instantly covered Su Changqing's entire body.

He became like a golden man, clenching his fist and throwing a punch in return.

Their fists collided! Shockwaves rolled!

Jiang Tianfeng's left arm was smashed apart alive, blood splattering everywhere and white bone exposed.

Without any hesitation, Su Changqing abandoned the Purple Blood Soft Sword. Both hands struck out with the Eagle Claw Technique, tearing at Jiang Tianfeng's body as flesh and blood flew.

"Imperial Guard dog!"

Jiang Tianfeng let out a miserable howl and a deafening roar of fury.

The Purple Blood Soft Sword softened and slipped away, allowing him to release his blade and retreat.

Jiang Tianfeng stood in the distance, staring in terror at the golden man before him.

The flesh on his left arm had nearly fallen away, leaving him in a miserable state as crimson blood dripped without end.

"What kind of technique is this? Where did you get the means to learn so many top-tier secret arts?!"

The Eagle Claw Technique, the Four Seasons Cloud Falling Steps, that unknown saber art, and now this golden man that stood tall against heaven and earth with peerless divine might.

Why was this man so terrifying?

"You first feigned weakness and deliberately let go of your blade, luring me into exchanging punches. Then you turned into a golden man and crippled one of my arms! What a sinister, vicious Imperial Guard dog!"

The more Jiang Tianfeng thought about it, the more terrified he became. He stared fixedly at Su Changqing.

Such a stunning genius had actually joined the Imperial Guard!

Su Changqing said nothing. He leaped into the air, pulled Frost Snow from the tree, and charged again as clusters of ice crystals bloomed.

With his current dantian qi sea, his Indestructible Vajra Divine Art could probably only last thirty breaths.

If he could obtain Profound Heaven True Qi, that duration would nearly double.

Jiang Tianfeng was terrified. He hurriedly retreated with his saber, dragging the great blade across the ground.

"A dragging-blade ploy? Too bad I've read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. This move won't work on me." Su Changqing narrowed his eyes.

Even now, Jiang Tianfeng was thinking of risking everything for one final strike to kill him in return.

Anyone who had achieved something in cultivation was no ordinary person.

Jiang Tianfeng had already lost an arm, and dragging his blade as he fled slowed him greatly. Within a few breaths, Su Changqing had caught up from behind.

"Die!"

Jiang Tianfeng suddenly turned around and burst into laughter, swinging the hundred-pound Azure Dragon Crescent Blade with one arm as he slashed at Su Changqing.

The blade aura was peerless, its force enough to pull up mountains!

Su Changqing had anticipated it. He flashed aside, brushing past the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

The ground split into four pieces with a thunderous crash.

He flicked his hand and scattered a pouch of lime powder.

Amid the lime powder filling the sky, Jiang Tianfeng swung his blade again. His face was covered in ash, his vision obscured in darkness, and he even got a mouthful of lime powder.

"Dog thief! Treacherous bastard! You are no son of man! If I survive, I will eat your flesh and sleep on your skin!"

Jiang Tianfeng stood amid the lime-filled air, terror on his face as he roared.

"You ambushed me, and I ambushed you. Why are you the one acting so proud? Even Lord Guan acknowledged defeat when he lost."

Su Changqing remained silent as he stepped forward. Clusters of ice crystals bloomed from Frost Snow in his hand as it cut through the sky.

Jiang Tianfeng swung the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand. His eyes were clouded over, and he could only see that streak of blade aura shining like ice crystals.

The blade aura was blinding as it sliced across his chest, sending blood spurting three yards into the air.

Clad in black, Su Changqing landed behind Jiang Tianfeng with Frost Snow in hand.

"Back then, Guan Gong fled in defeat from Huarong Trail. Today, I, Jiang Tianfeng, have suffered a narrow defeat on Mount Zhenwu!"

Jiang Tianfeng howled toward the heavens, standing tall with the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in hand.

Desolation filled his eyes as he fell to his knees, never to move again.

Su Changqing silently watched the corpse before turning away.

Jiang Tianfeng had not died unjustly. The man could not read a single word; Guan Gong had clearly been defeated and fled from Maicheng...

Today, he had killed many people: one hundred and thirty-two in total. Alone with a single blade, he had dyed Mount Zhenwu red with blood. All of them had been Tianfeng Village bandits.

Su Changqing went in search of the Zhenwu Secret Treasure, making his way to the summit of Mount Zhenwu's rear peak.

Before him stood sheer cliffs, a silver waterfall plunging straight down. Under the blazing sun, white mist rose like silk, and a rainbow shimmered in the vapor.

He stopped there, standing with his saber in hand. His black flying-fish robes complemented his handsome features.

His dark hair fell over his shoulders, while the sleeves of his flying-fish robe fluttered in the wind.

The magnificent land stretched out before his eyes.

The rolling mountain ranges resembled coiling dragons. The rivers and mountains were magnificent and majestic, making countless people bow before them.

True Martial had not seen me for eight hundred years; today, True Martial finally saw me.