Chapter 7 Sikong Qianluo: Wu Wu Wuu, Father, Don’t Die!
When Yin Luoxia brought Sikong Qianluo to Erhai Lake, Sikong Changfeng and Jiang Che were already confronting each other in the sky above the lake, while Bai Li Dongjun and Li Hanyi observed from below.
“This young man is no ordinary figure...”
“At such a young age, to have reached the Ninth Stage of the Grandmaster Realm... truly terrifying.”
Bai Li Dongjun glanced at the two figures in the sky, a flicker of wariness in his eyes.
As a half-step Heavenly Realm expert, he could easily discern that this young man’s cultivation was on par with Li Hanyi and Sikong Changfeng, both at the Ninth Stage of the Grandmaster Realm.
How did such an extraordinary talent emerge from the Song Dynasty without my knowledge?
With his abilities, he can rival even the Five Greats of Song.
“Indeed, he is remarkably strong,” Li Hanyi nodded solemnly, her heart growing heavy.
At twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, Li Hanyi had yet to reach the half-step Heavenly Realm and was also at the Ninth Stage of the Grandmaster Realm.
Their conversation seemed calm, but on the sidelines, Yin Luoxia and Sikong Qianluo were utterly stunned.
“Master, did you say his cultivation has already reached the Ninth Stage of the Grandmaster Realm?” Sikong Qianluo asked skeptically, her face a mixture of disbelief.
In Beili, the Hidden Dragon Rankings placed the strongest at only the Ninth Stage of the Master Realm.
For someone of my age to have achieved such terrifying cultivation...
“Indeed,” Bai Li Dongjun affirmed gravely, his earlier drunkenness dissipating.
This young man’s strength was overwhelming, leaving Bai Li Dongjun wondering if his intentions were truly amicable.
After receiving Bai Li Dongjun’s confirmation, Sikong Qianluo’s enthusiasm visibly dampened.
She had always considered herself a prodigy, with a place on the Hidden Dragon Rankings, but compared to Jiang Che, her achievements seemed trivial.
At just the Third Stage of the Master Realm, she realized that Jiang Che could obliterate her effortlessly with one hand.
...
Above Erhai Lake, Jiang Che, observing that Sikong Changfeng had stabilized his breathing, smiled faintly and launched another fierce attack.
The absence of a system notification indicating victory told Jiang Che that Sikong Changfeng still had strength left in reserve.
“Ice Spirit Sword Technique!”
Jiang Che invoked the Water Spirit Technique’s ultimate skill, swinging his sword decisively.
Instantly, Erhai Lake churned violently, forming a massive whirlpool. Towering waves surged, freezing mid-air into countless ice spikes aimed at Sikong Changfeng.
Unwavering, Sikong Changfeng activated his protective energy shield to fend off the assault.
However, his defense faltered quickly under the relentless barrage, and several ice spikes pierced his abdomen, with others embedding across his body.
“Urgh!”
Blood spurted from Sikong Changfeng’s mouth as he plummeted into Erhai Lake, creating towering waves, his fate uncertain.
“Father!”
Sikong Qianluo’s face turned pale as she moved to dive after him, but Jiang Che was quicker.
He reached the spot where Sikong Changfeng had fallen and retrieved him, leaping back to the lakeside in an instant.
Depositing the wounded Sikong Changfeng on the shore, Jiang Che’s expression grew slightly awkward.
Initially, he had only wanted to test the limits of his Five Elements Technique, unaware that Sikong Changfeng would be unable to withstand even seventy percent of his strength.
“Cough... cough...”
Sikong Changfeng spat out a few mouthfuls of lake water before losing consciousness entirely, his body temperature plummeting, and his form starting to crystallize.
“Father!”
Tears welled up in Sikong Qianluo’s eyes as she desperately shook Sikong Changfeng, forgetting to scold Jiang Che in her panic.