Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1286 - 186: Martial Saint’s Third Disciple, Xiang Yuan! (Part 2)

Chapter 1286: Chapter 186: Martial Saint’s Third Disciple, Xiang Yuan! (Part 2)

The sound clearly rang out, yet he couldn’t see where it was coming from.

In the next moment.

He suddenly saw the summit altar of Middle Finger Mountain, bursting into five-colored radiance.

The five-colored lights entwined with each other, linking together.

Then.

The five-colored light column on the summit altar of Middle Finger Mountain erupted suddenly, piercing the sky.

At this moment, countless eyes were attracted to this five-colored light column.

"This is..." Jiang Ning was slightly stunned.

"Someone from Xuanyuan Blessed Land has arrived!" said Purple Robe Marquis Zhou Sheng.

"Welcome the emissary!" Yun Shanhe, seeing this scene, cupped his hands towards the sky.

With the fall of his voice.

A figure in a flowing white gown unexpectedly appeared in the five-colored light column.

It was a graceful silhouette.

The long gown flowed, white as frost and snow.

Barefoot and unshod, seemingly like congealed fat.

Black hair hung down, like a flying waterfall. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"It’s her!!" exclaimed Purple Robe Marquis Zhou Sheng.

"Who?" Jiang Ning voiced his confusion.

At that moment.

Before Purple Robe Marquis Zhou Sheng could speak.

A voice suddenly resounded from all directions.

"You finally show yourself!"

The voice rang out.

Jiang Ning also saw a light.

A bloody light instantly pierced the sky.

Boom—

In less than an instant.

The blood light penetrated the sky, crossing miles in a flash.

It then drilled into the five-colored light column, piercing through the silhouette within.

Creating a burst of blood mist, it emerged from the five-colored light column again.

Having pierced through that figure, the blood light seemed to expend quite some energy, causing its speed to plummet by seventy to eighty percent.

The slowing of speed also allowed Jiang Ning to see what the blood light was.

It was an arrow stained with countless blood marks.

Then, Jiang Ning saw a figure abruptly appearing before the five-colored light column.

The figure was towering, tall and burly.

The exposed upper body, muscles distributed like mountain ranges.

Full of the beauty of strength.

A large bow was slung across his back.

Obviously, that arrow was shot by this tower-like man.

"Xiang Yuan, it’s you!!" the woman’s terrified voice echoed from the five-colored light column.

"Of course it’s me!" The muscle-bound man grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Then, he plunged his right arm into the five-colored light column, effortlessly tearing it apart.

His broad palm fell directly onto the woman’s head.

Boom!!

With a thunderous sound,

The woman’s head exploded like a watermelon, turning into a mist of blood.

"Found you all!" Xiang Yuan looked up, grinning.

With a motion of his body, he appeared within the five-colored light column.

Upon entering the five-colored light column.

He reached up with both hands, seemingly grasping an invisible portal.

"Open!!" Xiang Yuan shouted, his muscles suddenly swelling, bulging across his body like rapidly inflating mountain ranges.

Crack—

With the sound ringing out.

Jiang Ning suddenly saw the void shattering like a mirror, with a gap continuously expanding.

Through the gap, he saw crisscrossed fields, and hills reflected in the water.

"Found you all!" Xiang Yuan grinned again, his muscles becoming even more pronounced.

As he exerted more force, the world seemed on the verge of tearing apart.

"Your target is Xuanyuan Cave Heaven!" Yun Shanhe spoke.

"Master Yun speaks correctly!" At this moment, Zhou Sheng smiled brightly.

The identity of the person, he hadn’t known before.

Now seeing the face of the visitor, his heart instantly felt no worry.

Xiang Yuan.

The third disciple of the contemporary Martial Saint.

A being standing at the Martial Arts Peak.

"Open!!"

Xiang Yuan shouted once more.

Drops of sweat rolled off his body.

The gap in front of him widened.

It was as big as a person’s head.

"You... have gone too far!" Suddenly, an aged sigh came from across the boundary in front of Xiang Yuan.

Upon hearing this voice, Xiang Yuan was stunned.

"You’re still alive?"

"Just barely holding on!" The aged voice sounded again.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yuan’s face did not improve; instead, it turned even grimmer.

"If you want the heart of the Grotto Heaven, go somewhere else!" The aged voice sounded once more.

Then.

Everyone saw a white finger, as clear as jade, suddenly appear in the sky, right in front of Xiang Yuan’s forehead.

Thud—

A dull sound echoed, and the heaven and earth seemed to tremble with it.

Everyone’s heartbeat instantly changed frequency, resonating with it, and their hearts quivered.

The next moment.

Xiang Yuan looked as if he had been struck hard, flying backward.

"If this were outside, with my weakened state, I would indeed be no match for you! But here is my doorstep!" The aged voice rang out once more.

Then, a hand reached out.

The hand grabbed Yun Shanhe like a chick.

As the hand retracted, Yun Shanhe disappeared from everyone’s sight with that hand.

"Pah! Ran really fast!" Xiang Yuan returned to his original position, looking ahead as calm was restored, with no trace of the unusual event, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody froth.

At this moment.

The entrance to Xuanyuan Blessed Land closed, and the five-colored light pillar vanished from everyone’s view.

Xiang Yuan observed twice, without any clue.

He refocused his gaze on Zhou Sheng.

In the next moment.

He flickered to Zhou Sheng’s front.

"Martial King!" Zhou Sheng greeted respectfully.

Xiang Yuan nodded slightly.

"Today, the credit is yours!" As he finished speaking, Xiang Yuan smacked his lips again: "What a pity, the old guy from Xuanyuan Blessed Land is still alive, making all efforts for naught."

"Martial King, was that patriarch the one who participated in the battle of the Martial Saints years ago?" Zhou Sheng cautiously asked.

"Yes, that’s him!" Xiang Yuan nodded and then said: "I thought he was dead, for hundreds of years he never showed his face once, but who would have thought, with such injuries, he could survive until now!"

"What a pity!" Zhou Sheng expressed a mournful look upon hearing this.

"Indeed a pity, a rare opportunity!" Xiang Yuan smacked his lips again.

"Martial King, how should we handle Zhi Xuan Mountain?" Zhou Sheng scanned below and asked for instructions.

"You handle it as you see fit!" Xiang Yuan said.

As he finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Ning.

"You, come with me!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning felt puzzled.

He had not interfered in the conversation between Zhou Sheng and Xiang Yuan just now, but he was listening on the side, and he understood much.

Xiang Yuan, known as the Martial King, was the third disciple of the Martial Saint, and is considered to stand at the Martial Arts Peak today.

Through the conversation Xiang Yuan had with the patriarch of Xuanyuan Blessed Land just now, he better understood Xiang Yuan’s purpose in coming this time.

The goal was obviously Xuanyuan Blessed Land.

But Xiang Yuan ultimately failed!

The reason was that the patriarch of Xuanyuan Blessed Land had not perished as Xiang Yuan had assumed, but was still alive.

The presence of that patriarch rendered Xiang Yuan’s efforts futile.

He also understood why Zhou Sheng was so confident before.

Having such an unimaginable powerhouse aiding in this operation, how could one not be confident?

At this moment, Xiang Yuan, even in front of the patriarch of Xuanyuan Blessed Land, did not dare to face him head-on.

With a single strike, Xiang Yuan was repelled, and then Yun Shanhe was taken away, sealing off the passageway.

This clearly indicated that the patriarch was fearful of Xiang Yuan.

But now, Xiang Yuan seemed to have words for him, which left him very puzzled.

Before today, he had neither seen nor heard of Xiang Yuan.

Today was the first real encounter with Xiang Yuan.

At this moment, Xiang Yuan glanced at Jiang Ning, just about to make a move, then stopped.

He took off the longbow from his back.

In his hand appeared a red arrow stained with blood.

He nocked the arrow, pulling the string to full draw, aiming at the building complex on Middle Finger Peak.

Crash—

Xiang Yuan released the string, and a streak of blood-light instantly tore through the sky.

Boom!

With a roar, the most magnificent building on Middle Finger Peak instantly turned to dust and vanished.

Then the mountains shook and rumbled, rocks falling incessantly downward.

"The rest is up to you!" he said to Zhou Sheng.

"Yes, Martial King!" Zhou Sheng remarked respectfully, then added: "I think Zhi Xuan Mountain will become history!"

Xiang Yuan nodded, not refuting, then broke through the air to leave.

Jiang Ning immediately followed in his steps.