Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2353: 186: Sparring
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Shouts of alarm echoed through the distant ancient city, where lanterns flickered wildly and hordes of cultivators zipped toward the scene in haste.
The young man clad in purple armor appeared lost in a dream, his gaze fixed ahead.
A figure dressed in green robes stood with hands clasped behind, the edges of his garment billowing gently as he floated in the shadowy emptiness, a smile playing on his lips.
Who could it possibly be other than him?
A torrent of shock and delight flooded his heart beyond words, but by reflex, he clasped his hands in deep respect, just like in all those past moments, and spoke with utmost reverence:
“Qian Baimao, a salute to Taoist Master Taiyi!”
Hearing the purple-armored youth's words, the unattractive cultivator in white armor next to him froze at first, then jolted to awareness, his emotions churning like stormy waves.
“Is this him, the Taoist Master who alone tamed the two Great Realms?”
He hastily mimicked the gesture, bowing low:
“…A salute to the Taoist Master!”
Wang Ba gave a faint nod, his eyes lingering on the purple-armored youth before him, a subtle wave of reminiscence stirring unbidden in his gaze.
He could dimly recall their initial encounter along the South Sea Coast of Fenglin Continent, when the other was just a Qi Refining stage cultivator; years had flown by, and astonishingly, the youth had now ascended to the Unification stage, prompting Wang Ba to chuckle softly and remark:
“You rascal… between us, there’s no need for such formality.”
While speaking, his eyes glanced at the armors worn by the pair, as if a sudden insight dawned, leading him to inquire:
“I’ve been away for some time, is the realm still holding steady?”
Sensing the warmth in Wang Ba’s voice, Qian Baimao’s features eased a touch, a grin breaking through as he answered:
“Reporting to the Taoist Master, the realm remains in good order, with forces from outside realms fully integrated into the three major camps and proceeding smoothly…”
As Wang Ba absorbed Qian Baimao’s report, he nodded approvingly, realizing that Chong Hua must have worked tirelessly even without him.
But right then, a faint premonition stirred within him; he turned his head just a bit, his instincts drawing his view toward the horizon.
Among the swarm of cultivators hurrying closer, his attention quickly locked onto the enormous silhouette gliding silently from the distance.
Its bulk was almost half the size of the Cloud Sky Realm!
With wings unfurled, it dominated nearly half the far-off void.
“Fanming?”
Wang Ba arched an eyebrow faintly, a touch of astonishment in his tone:
“That was a quick arrival.”
Qian Baimao hastened to explain:
“It was Baimao who informed Taoist Master Chonghua…”
Wang Ba dipped his head in acknowledgment, his gaze shifting to the distance with a spark of anticipation in his eyes.
At that instant, Fanming’s wings folded slightly, coming to a halt in the remote void, and from its back, a streak of golden-red radiance burst forth, slicing through the pitch-black emptiness like a vivid rainbow, closing in on Wang Ba in the blink of an eye!
“It’s Taoist Master Chonghua.”
Qian Baimao noted promptly.
Wang Ba’s eyes tightened, showing a hint of surprise, as the Yellow Dao Domain erupted from his form, softly shoving Qian Baimao and the plain-looking white-armored cultivator to safety nearby.
In the same breath, the golden-red streak hurtled forward with whistling intensity, bearing a might that could rend the void, akin to a comet crashing into the moon or a golden needle piercing through, aimed straight at Wang Ba’s visage!
In this instant, Wang Ba’s frame stayed motionless, neither drawing on a Dao Treasure nor invoking a Secret Technique from the Canlong Realm; the Yellow Dao Domain circulated smoothly, gathering ahead like a shifting barrier.
The golden-red streak smashed fiercely against the Yellow Dao Domain, and upon collision, the Blood Energy within the golden-red glow exploded, pounding the domain relentlessly like a downpour!
Bang bang bang!
With rapid, relentless force, the Yellow Dao Domain endured the mid-stage Crossing Tribulation onslaught, its exterior immediately undulating like waves of churning hues bursting outward!
Yet this Yellow Dao Domain stemmed from Wang Ba’s own rule insights, profoundly anchored and solidly built; though the golden-red streak proved keen and overwhelmingly aggressive, it failed to overcome the vast disparity between them, holding steady amid the chaos of that clash.
Aware of the Yellow Dao Domain’s formidable defense, the golden-red streak didn’t press the fight, withdrawing swiftly after the touch, twisting away like lightning to settle upon the nearing Fanming’s back.
From it stepped a commanding presence, his features chiseled as if by blades, bearing nine parts resemblance to Wang Ba, yet radiating chill arrogance, a complete foil to his own bearing—the golden-red clad figure.
The golden-red robes fluttered dramatically, and in his gaze, the golden double pupils gleamed with detachment and superiority, surveying the endless Realm Sea as if an exalted god.
Even now, from afar, his expression stayed frosty, though the golden double pupils held a flicker of astonishment.
The cultivators soaring from the nearby ancient city detected the auras clashing between the duo, leaving them all terrified and ashen-faced!
As Chong Hua withdrew from the assault, Wang Ba refrained from giving chase, but in his eyes, a surge of astonishment and elation flared up.
“It really is… early-stage of the Eighth Tier!”
The early-stage of the Eighth Tier equated, for cultivators, to the early Crossing Tribulation phase.
Back when he had left, Chong Hua lingered at Seventh Tier peak, but in merely over two centuries, Chong Hua had surged ahead, breaking through to the Eighth Tier!
“Yet under the Sea of Chaos Realm’s rule limitations, typical paths can’t breach into Crossing Tribulation, so how did Chong Hua achieve it?”
A puzzle lingered in his mind.
Nevertheless, after the failed blow, Chong Hua ignited with fighting spirit, his silhouette blurring as he lunged again.
Blood Energy blanketed the heavens, free of any acrid or rotten taint, exuding instead a sense of vast nobility; his blows, lacking overt rules, hinted at a deeper layer of mystery.
Wang Ba’s eyes narrowed a fraction, eager to gauge the Eighth Tier Dao of True Martial’s might; his shape turned ethereal, still opting against other tactics, relying solely on the Yellow Dao Domain to counter.
Against the array of supreme Dao Treasures he owned and the rule-based arts from the Canlong Realm, his Dao Domain seemed rather vulnerable.