Chapter 1469 - 794: Struggle for the Dragon Pool Cauldron, Who Can Challenge the Sword Sovereign? (Part 3)

Chapter 1469: Chapter 794: Struggle for the Dragon Pool Cauldron, Who Can Challenge the Sword Sovereign? (Part 3)

The arena has been set up, waiting for everyone to test their skills.

People glanced at each other hesitantly, and several figures stepped into the air, directly landing in the arena.

A silver-haired elder took a spot, lightly stroking his single-bladed sword, his voice resounding powerfully:

"This old man is guarding the stage, blades have no eyes, fellow Daoists better be cautious!"

"Old Jiang is quick to act!"

"Bah! Let me deal with this old bastard!"

Someone immediately joins the stage, as two forces of blade energy collide fiercely, crisscrossing and surging massively.

"All are skilled and strong masters among grandmasters."

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan silently nodded.

He knew the information about this elder who stepped onto the stage first.

This person is the "Silver-haired Wild Blade, Jiang Daoist Saint," a veteran grandmaster who has been in seclusion for a long time.

His domineering name made Meng Chuan remember him.

Chirp—!

A clear phoenix cry, and a fiery silhouette lands on the second platform.

As the light dissipates, it’s a bald monk!

His gaze met Meng Chuan’s from afar, clasping his hands and smiling gently via sound transmission:

"Amitabha—Meng... Junior Brother, something came up at the temple. I was late but just in time for the competition."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Huijue."

Meng Chuan greeted from afar, smiling with a hint of joy inside.

The visitor is none other than the "Crimson Phoenix, Grandmaster Huijue" from the Shaolin Temple!

He is also the direct disciple of the Shaolin Venerable Shi and had helped Meng Chuan a lot when he was weak.

Huijue waved his large sleeves, smiling as he said:

"Amitabha, long time no see. Would you like to try the old monk’s arena?"

He was also curious about Meng Chuan’s current strength.

"No, Senior Brother, please go ahead."

Meng Chuan shook his head, believing Huijue couldn’t defeat him, but he wanted to be accommodating to his own people.

With six arenas, there’s no hurry.

Soon, the third and fourth arenas were also occupied, but the last two seemed to be ’disdained’ by the crowd, as the entire crowd of grandmasters did not move a step and only looked towards the two individuals.

Gao Qun... and Meng Chuan!

The former stood among the crowd, looking towards him from afar, and transmitted a bold message:

"Grandmaster Xiaomeng, you guard the arena first, and after it’s over, shall we have a match?"

This move was just what Meng Chuan wanted.

"No problem, Grandmaster Old Gao."

"..."

Gao Qun chuckled silently, shaking his head, gracefully leaping onto the fifth arena.

While other arenas were crowded, Gao Qun’s remained deserted, with no challengers or even attempts, showing how intimidating he had been over the years.

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan cupped his hands towards the Martial Arts seniors around him and walked onto the last arena, hovering suspended and waiting for challengers.

He sensed earlier that many senior grandmasters, who typically detached themselves from worldly affairs and focused on secluded cultivation, were curious about him, likely eager to test their skills.

The reputation might have been exaggerated, perhaps even a ’god-making’ act by the Human Alliance.

The older experts trusted only what they saw firsthand.

Looking ’wet behind the ears,’ Meng Chuan seemed ordinary apart from his tall stature...

He felt helpless about this.

No choice, he was too young, making it perplexing...

At this moment, the arena he was on became ’a senior center,’ filled with seasoned grandmasters...

"If any of you senior wants to test, I’ll accept all challenges. Don’t just stand around, who wants to go first?"

Seeing everyone murmuring without action, Meng Chuan smiled and cupped his hands, asking those below the platform.

As soon as he finished his sentence, a plump figure leapt up silently, raising both hands to attack straight down at Meng Chuan’s ears!

Without a word, this person launched a surprise attack!

Rumble!

As the palms descended, it was as if a mountain fell from the sky. The terrifying impact not only twisted the void but also affected the other five arenas.

Many looked on in surprise, their expressions indescribable.

"It’s Elder Wang, Elder Wang has made a move!"

"The clan elder of the Jinbei Wang family, who went into seclusion thirty years ago, vowed to break the fifth realm. Though he has not become a Venerable, his presence is equally extraordinary, definitely a peak grandmaster."

"Tsk tsk, the first opponent is already so troublesome, this young kid is in trouble..."

Spectators quickly gathered, while Chen Zhiming and Dong Yue, observing from below, also felt worried about the fatty grandmaster’s aura.

Chen Zhiming shook his head silently:

"Indeed difficult to handle..."

Dong Yue was more straightforward, pointing at the fatty who attacked stealthily, uttering a classic national curse:

"This fatso, how shameless, launching a surprise attack on a junior, lacking martial virtue!"

The two had already been decided to join the ’Meng Officer’s’ team, their hearts vaguely anxious.

Officer Meng must not stumble halfway like the former emperor...

...

The atmosphere on the field remained tense.

This was not over; as the palms descended, countless green lights surrounding Elder Wang suddenly burst forth.

These green lights, along with his sinking figure, quickly condensed into a massive green energy sphere, pushed between his mountain-like palms, with earth and wood elements erupting, power unrivaled, bearing down fiercely on Meng Chuan.

"Fierce, they say this clan elder from Wang’s family strikes mercilessly, starting with a divine skill killer move, tsk... tsk?"

The spectators were halfway through their statements, not yet mocking, when they witnessed the collision scene, instantly speechless.

What did they see?!

Meng Chuan’s presence made the wind arise in Zhuji, with invisible air currents swirling, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Then—

Bang!!!

An intense momentum, like a dragon or tiger, surged like a volcanic eruption!

They clearly witnessed a volcano-like momentum erupting from Meng Chuan, energy breaking through to the Celestial Court, instantly tilting the pressing mountain, the condensed green sphere shattering and exploding, turning into thick smoke drifting away.

"If the senior wants to clash palms with me, then come."

Meng Chuan appeared indifferent, obviously not caring about the elder’s plump sneak attack, but feeling a bit displeased inside.

Pushing his arms forward, the seemingly unremarkable veins entwining his arms depressed the air between them in an instant, a hurricane pouring out unchecked, spreading vastly.

Slap!

The moment the palms connected, Elder Wang’s eyes abruptly bulged...

Then, the thick protective Gang Qi around him burst open like a balloon squeezed under gravity!