Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1280 - 183: Clash of Title Level Second Grade Great Grandmasters!_2

Chapter 1280: Chapter 183: Clash of Title Level Second Grade Great Grandmasters!_2

A few breaths later.

The Purple Robe Marquis landed before anyone else.

As he descended, the powerful wind pressure immediately caused everyone to squint slightly.

"Marquis!" Seeing the arrival of the Purple Robe Marquis, Feng Zhen was the first to greet.

"Marquis!" Zhong Yue followed suit.

At this moment, Jiang Ning also landed behind the Purple Robe Marquis.

Clad in silver-white, with a face covered by an exquisite silver mask, no one could see his true face.

Only now did everyone hear the roaring sound waves coming from afar.

It was the sonic boom created just now by Jiang Ning and the Purple Robe Marquis as they broke the sound barrier.

"Marquis!"

"Greetings, Marquis!!"

The arrival of the two instantly became the focus of everyone’s attention, and greetings resounded at this place.

Looking at the Purple Robe Marquis who appeared here, Fang Daoquan’s expression inevitably became somewhat serious.

He knew that the arrival of the Purple Robe Marquis represented the seriousness of the Inspection Office, and today’s matter would not end easily.

Subsequently, his gaze fell on Jiang Ning.

Noticing the material of Jiang Ning’s clothes, his pupils contracted once more.

With just a glance, he could tell that the fabric used in Jiang Ning’s attire was Xuan Frost Weave, one of the imperial tributes.

This material was woven from the silk spat by the Jade Spider.

Extremely tough, impervious to blades, and resistant to fire and water.

"Could this person belong to the Imperial Family?" A thought crossed his mind.

At this time.

The gaze of the Purple Robe Marquis also fell on Fang Daoquan.

"Master Fang, congratulations, in a few days, you will become a Second Grade Grandmaster!"

"The Marquis flatters me!" Fang Daoquan said politely.

"Bring out Yun Shanhe!" The Purple Robe Marquis commanded.

"If the Marquis has matters, just speak directly!" Fang Daoquan composed himself, neither humble nor pushy, said.

"Today you are still unqualified to speak to me as an equal!" The Purple Robe Marquis’s expression suddenly turned cold.

As the words fell, Fang Daoquan’s pupils instantly dilated, then refocused.

But at this moment, when he looked at the Purple Robe Marquis, his eyes were filled with deep apprehension.

Just a moment ago, although everything seemed calm, he sensed a strong danger, a spiritual pressure erupting from the Purple Robe Marquis.

This pressure did not affect anyone else around, it was targeted solely at him.

Precisely because of this, it seemed even more terrifying.

This meant the Purple Robe Marquis had mastered his spirit to a meticulous degree.

Witnessing such extraordinary means, he knew that although he was not far from becoming a Second Grade Grandmaster, the gap compared to the Marquis before him was still incredibly vast.

"Marquis!" Fang Daoquan immediately said respectfully: "Please wait for a moment, I will send someone to inform the Mountain Master."

The Purple Robe Marquis glanced at him indifferently and then shook his head.

"No need!"

As the words fell, he looked up at the towering Middle Finger Peak.

The next moment.

He opened his mouth slightly.

"Yun - Shan - He!"

"Yun - Shan - He!!"

"Yun - Shan - He!!!"

The voice instantly echoed between heaven and earth, resounding from all directions simultaneously.

Then the sound reverberated across the heavens and earth.

As the echoes reverberated, the sound became increasingly louder, like rolling heavenly might.

A few breaths later.

"Zhou Sheng, you’re still as impatient as ever!!" A majestic voice came from above.

Everyone looked towards the sound.

They saw a speck of shadow appearing on Middle Finger Peak.

"Zhou Sheng, so that is the Marquis’s name?" Jiang Ning thought to himself, his eyes slightly squinted, looking towards the source of the voice.

Yun Shanhe could be said to be the greatest adversary he encountered along his path.

Having experienced the power of the Mountain and River Finger firsthand, he dared not underestimate this legendary figure in the slightest.

No matter how miraculous the Divine Remains finger bones might be, in his view, the full potential of the Mountain and River Finger could only be realized in Yun Shanhe’s hands.

The strength of Yun Shanhe could not be determined by a mere lifeless object.

Subsequently, in his vision, the black shadow approached swiftly, expanding rapidly.

In an instant, with the fierce wind hitting their faces, everyone involuntarily closed their eyes slightly.

The next moment.

A handsome man, appearing to be just over thirty, appeared before everyone.

The man was dressed in a silver-white long robe, with clouds embroidered in silver thread, adorning the robe.

"Zhou Sheng, what is your purpose in coming to my Zhi Xuan Mountain?" The man stood in front of Fang Daoquan, his gaze calm as an ancient well as he looked at the Purple Robe Marquis.

"I thought you, Yun Shanhe, wouldn’t dare to come out!" The Purple Robe Marquis said indifferently.

"No matter what you ask, I, Yun Shanhe, will face it." The man spoke calmly, appearing composed and unhurried.

"Very well, then hand over Gong Sunzhi!" The Purple Robe Marquis said.

"Zhou Sheng, do you take me for a fool?" Yun Shanhe retorted.

Then, he continued.

"No need to argue here, shall we have a match?"

"As you wish!" said the Purple Robe Marquis.

"Then follow me!" Yun Shanhe said.

He then leaped, soaring like a bird into the sky.

Seeing this, the Purple Robe Marquis glanced at Feng Zhen, then looked at Jiang Ning.

"I ask Lord Jiang not to hold back later!"

The voice echoed in Jiang Ning’s ear, as the Purple Robe Marquis followed Yun Shanhe.

A moment later.

Feng Zhen and Zhong Yue exchanged glances, then both nodded.

"Kill!!"

Suddenly, Feng Zhen shouted, raised his hand, and suddenly a five-inch long fine iron rod appeared in his hand.

"I’ve long known you, Feng Zhen, would make a move!" Feng Daoquan sneered.

Facing Feng Zhen’s full-out surprise attack, attempting to cleave as if splitting the mountain, Fang Daoquan did not flinch.

He raised a hand and threw a punch, a golden light burst forth from his hand.

Clang——

The fist and rod collided, a metallic sound rang out, and sparks flew.

Thud thud thud!

This strike not only failed to injure Fang Daoquan but forced Feng Zhen to retreat several steps back.

"Feng Zhen, with this kind of strength, you dare to strike first against me?" Fang Daoquan smiled.

Boom——

Then the rock under his feet exploded.

With a shift of his body, waves of air surged forth like a tide.

"Not good!!"

Feeling Fang Daoquan’s aura, Feng Zhen’s heart secretly shouted not good.

In the next moment.

He adjusted his grip on the fine iron rod.

Left hand held at the middle, right hand at the end.

Boom——

The rod thrust forward like a dragon emerging from the sea, stirring the airwaves.

"Nice coming!!" Fang Daoquan smiled again.

He first retracted his right hand, then threw a fierce punch forward.

His form instantly straightened like a long spear, fist turning into a spearhead piercing the air.

Clang——

In a brief instant, they collided once more.

"Whoosh!"

In the flash of an eye, the rod flew out of Feng Zhen’s hand, bouncing off his wrist.

"Feng Zhen, you’re too weak!" Fang Daoquan’s cold voice sounded in Feng Zhen’s ear.

He also saw Fang Daoquan’s figure rapidly expanding in his vision.

At this moment.

A palm came towards him.

This palm was from Zhong Yue.

"How bold!" Seeing Zhong Yue’s palm, Fang Daoquan instantly shouted with anger.

Then he swung his arm like wielding a giant hammer, sweeping towards Zhong Yue.

"Puff!"

With just a simple collision, Zhong Yue spat out a mist of blood from his mouth, his expression shocked.

He had expected Fang Daoquan to be strong.

After all, Fang Daoquan had long been a top Grandmaster, stronger than Fang Yu.

And now he had achieved even greater heights, his strength had broken through.

But he did not expect this level of strength.

In just one move, he was injured and forced to retreat.

This clearly indicated the insurmountable gap between him and Fang Daoquan.

At this time, after knocking Zhong Yue back with a hammer-like swing, Fang Daoquan twisted his foot and pounced towards Feng Zhen again.

Because Feng Zhen was the Deputy Mansion Master of the Five Mountains Inspection Mansion, in terms of status and strength, he was above Zhong Yue.

As the saying goes, catch the thief by first catching the king.

Although Feng Zhen was no thief, he held the highest rank here besides Zhou Sheng, the Marquis.

Facing Fang Daoquan’s renewed assault, Feng Zhen gritted his teeth.

He clenched his hands and charged towards Fang Daoquan.

Because he understood that escape was futile.

In this place, besides him, who else as a top Grandmaster could barely restrain Fang Daoquan?

Even Zhong Yue, as the Five Mountains Patrol Envoy, was no match for Fang Daoquan in a single exchange.

Only he could barely exchange a couple of moves with Fang Daoquan, acting as a restraint.

After all, he was the only other person here among the top Grandmaster ranks besides Fang Daoquan.

The second person besides Fang Daoquan.