Chapter 1809 - 664: Si wu shen Fist

Su Mo, like everyone else, also focused his gaze on Lord Ban Shu and Guo Zhaochen.

Since the parting at Lihetang, even though knowing they were at Imperial Court Mountain, there had been no chance to meet.

Just a turn of the eyes, and the expression showed subtle changes.

At this moment, Zhuge Qianqiu looked at the middle-aged man, somewhat perplexed.

Only Zhuge Yingxiong’s pupils suddenly contracted:

"Seven Emotions Absolute Thought Method?"

"I ask you... is it or is it not?"

Guo Zhaochen, however, ignored everything else, only looking coldly at Zhuge Yingxiong.

Zhuge Yingxiong sighed deeply, but then smiled:

"Whether it is or isn’t, what does it matter?

"I did the deed; when Zhi Ying got married back then, it was I who kidnapped her, leading to a night of endless passion thereafter.

"You came to Imperial Court Mountain today, likely with ill intent.

"Thinking that while I’m not here, you can target Qianqiu and Yutang?

"Do not underestimate me, Zhuge Yingxiong!

"Even if you could truly deal with them, even if you were to kill them and show up with their heads before me, do you think I would even frown?"

"Such audacity!"

Guo Zhaochen immediately shouted angrily.

This anger was like a wildfire.

As the voice spread, everyone present felt a surge of anger, as if linked with Guo Zhaochen’s emotions.

With this shout, Guo Zhaochen soared into the air, with a palm raised, igniting the heavens with fire!

Seeing this, Zhuge Yingxiong’s expression also changed.

He paused, producing a cracking sound, and before Guo Zhaochen reached him, the ground beneath his feet had already shattered.

Following with two outstretched arms, his fists like white jade, he fiercely struck out.

The two forces immediately collided mid-air, followed by crackling sounds echoing non-stop.

It was as if they exchanged a thousand moves in the air.

In this moment, energies intertwined, inner breath surged, and a series of booming sounds swept through the area.

The clash of these two masters was indeed extraordinary.

Sikong Hua Ji hadn’t expected that before they made a move, Zhuge Yingxiong had already engaged in a fight with this unknown middle-aged man.

But he wasn’t concerned.

He merely stood with hands behind his back, observing the changes in the field.

Now, the more time dragged on, the more advantageous it was for them.

This couldn’t help but mention the arrangement of Jinglong Association within the Eight Sects and Nine Peaks.

The Eight Sects twisted the grand scheme, occupying positions of Sect Leaders, all of them experts from Jinglong Association.

They weren’t all from Longmen Thirteenth Jing, but each was a skilled hand.

The Eight Sects spread across the world, leading the Xizhou Martial World.

Their status was unquestionable.

As Sect Leaders, they coordinated matters from various aspects, subtly serving Jinglong Association.

Though the disciples weren’t members of Jinglong Association.

Yet they would oddly help Jinglong Association with tasks.

However, Nine Peaks differed.

Nine Peaks are gangs, loyal to the Gang Leader, not focusing on heritage.

Under them were all capable fighters.

Wherever the Gang Leader directed, they would attack.

Hence, the Eight Sects hold power, Nine Peaks command forces.

Together, they form a complete structure.

Now the members of Eight Sects and Nine Peaks gathered together, closed the gates of Weiyang Palace, intending to kill all the Jianghu people present, naturally needing time for the Nine Peaks to mobilize manpower.

Therefore, Sikong Hua Ji happily watched their chaos.

While he was watching with interest, Su Mo’s voice came to his ear:

"Sikong Sect Master, aren’t you curious about what’s inside the escort we’ve been laboriously delivering?"

"Doesn’t matter."

Sikong Hua Ji smiled:

"I suppose it’s someone trying to deal with me, using your Shunfeng Escort Agency’s hand to deliver something to me.

"But that’s underestimating me, Sikong Hua Ji.

"Even if this person surnamed Lu is known to me, even if I truly know them, now I don’t even remember, it’s evidently something I shouldn’t care about."

Su Mo heard and couldn’t help but laugh:

"Sikong Sect Master is truly an extraordinary person, far-sighted, admirable."

"Young brother, you’re not ordinary either."

Sikong Hua Ji suddenly looked at Su Mo:

"Who exactly are you?"

"Who else could he be?"

A voice came from behind Su Mo, Hua Shiyi stepped forward, pulling Su Mo behind her, and said with a smile:

"He’s just a young newcomer to Jianghu, unaware of its dangers.

"Sikong Sect Master, whether to fight or kill today, you may do as you please.

"Just don’t pick on a junior disciple of Jianghu, shall we?"

"Oh?"

Sikong Hua Ji’s gaze suddenly fell on Hua Shiyi, his expression slightly changed:

"Your appearance seems familiar...

"Are we acquainted?"

"How could we be acquainted?"

Hua Shiyi gently shook her head:

"You are the esteemed Sikong Hua Ji, I am an insignificant ant in the dust, we have no connection."

"Wait a minute! Are you surnamed Hua?"

Sikong Hua Ji lightly tapped his forehead:

"I remember now, years... should be less than ten years, maybe seven or eight years ago.

"Back then, I had just been the Sect Leader of Tianjing Sect.

"There were sisters from Donglin Hua Family who visited Imperial Court Mountain.

"Holding the token of the Tianjing Sect’s Kai Shan Hall master, seeking protection.

"You... you are Little Shiyi, right?"

"Don’t call me that."