Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 49 - 30 Crossing the River with a Reed, End of Great Yann! [2-in-1 Chapter]_2

Chapter 49: Chapter 30 Crossing the River with a Reed, End of Great Yann! [2-in-1 Chapter]_2

Chen Jichuan let out a chuckle.

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the dagger from his lower body.

Swish!

He hurled it violently.

This move was infused with dark strength, coupled with six levels of inner power, achieving unprecedented speed.

No one in the field was prepared.

Feng Mingming hadn’t expected that Chen Jichuan, despite being ’severely injured,’ could still launch a sudden attack.

Her heart panicked.

She quickly retreated.

Behind her, a skilled fighter reacted promptly, cleaving upward with a blade. With a loud clang, the dagger was deflected, but the steel blade now bore a notch, and his palms throbbed with pain.

"I’ve already mastered dark strength, yet I nearly failed to block that strike?!"

The monk-like ’Mad Monk’ Yuantong was shaken to his core.

While retreating, Feng Mingming’s face turned pale with fear, but as the terror subsided, her anger surged like a tidal wave. Furious, she glared at Chen Jichuan: "A so-called martial arts legend sneaking up on a defenseless young woman—aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock in the Jianghu, Old Chen?"

After all, she was just a young girl.

Though she leveraged her family’s status to strategize outside, when faced with the brink of life and death, her fear inevitably surfaced.

"Ancestor—"

Unlike Feng Mingming and Yuantong, the members of the Chen Sect, including Qian Shi and Zhang Ge, were elated to see Chen Jichuan alive and vigorous without any hindrance.

Meanwhile, Sun Dajin, lying on the ground, stared wide-eyed in disbelief, shouting, "Impossible! Impossible!! No one could defend against that! And that position—"

The dagger had clearly pierced through!

"Foolish!"

"The Ancestor has reached the pinnacle of creation, mastering all the unique skills of the Chen Sect to their utmost perfection."

Mao Li, supporting Chen Jichuan, had already known that the Ancestor was unharmed. Now he couldn’t help but boast, "You petty juniors—what do you know of the Ancestor’s prowess?!"

These words.

Turned Sun Dajin’s face red with humiliation—

In his fury, Sun Dajin spat out another mouthful of blood, then collapsed backward, his fate uncertain.

"What a remarkable Old Chen!"

"What a martial arts legend!"

Feng Mingming gritted her teeth in hatred, glaring at Chen Jichuan: "Let’s see how you, alone, can fend off the four Protectors and Eight Dharma Kings of my Divine Sect!"

With those words.

Behind her, Yuantong and over a dozen others stepped forward together. Their momentum surged, Qi-Blood overflowed, each figure standing as a master of Ming Strength at its peak, and some had even comprehended dark strength.

Chen Jichuan cast a glance.

He saw through their capabilities at once.

"All are Level 6."

"Worthy of the court—even with wars raging on all fronts, the lean camel is still larger than the horse. All the nurtured masters are top-notch."

Chen Jichuan viewed the dozen or so individuals, smiling as he spoke.

Years ago, he had already mastered dark strength throughout his entire body and elevated his inner power to the Sixth Layer, his strength far exceeding that of someone newly reaching Level 6.

Yet after age sixty, his prowess had stagnated, unable to advance further.

He remained at the level of dark strength.

For decades, he had honed his spirit and physical surface, adjusting the center of gravity of his spine to bring his entire musculature into alignment, allowing dark strength to erupt. The Essence Qi generated from his vibrant vitality could pass through his pores, transforming into dark strength.

Dark strength coursed through his body, harmonizing his organs. He had understood and mastered every internal and external organ, diligently training them.

Up to now.

He remained far from fully integrating dark strength throughout his body.

His internal organs were yet to undergo complete refinement, and the extremities—teeth, tongue, nails, hair—were untouched.

Given his current physical state.

"Breaking through dark strength?"

Chen Jichuan shook his head: "Nearly impossible!"

Unless—

"Unleashing all my life’s potential in a fight to the death."

"Victory or defeat."

"It’ll cost me everything."

"Yet, in the face of death, perhaps I could glimpse a level beyond dark strength."

Having lived close to two centuries in the Great Yann, his old friends had one after another passed away, leaving him detached from worldly ties. Rather than aging and surviving in mediocrity, it was better to face one last battle.

To live brilliantly.

To die spectacularly.

These masters now before him were just right; as enemies, there was no need for restraint. He could fight with abandon.

"The court?"

Feng Mingming was visibly shaken by Chen Jichuan’s words: "How did you know—"

She wanted to ask how Chen Jichuan had discovered the truth.

But he wouldn’t wait.

"Come!"

"Fight!"

"Fight me in battle!"

Chen Jichuan’s intent to fight surged like a torrent. He stepped forward, clenched his hand, and struck toward the frontmost ’Mad Monk’ Yuantong.

"Courting death!"

Yuantong swung his Precepts Sword, dark strength erupting as he slashed toward Chen Jichuan’s head.

But Chen Jichuan flipped on the spot.

The sword missed.

A punch landed.

It struck the ribs, shattering the bone and driving it into the heart.

A Level 6 martial artist.

A Grandmaster of dark strength.

Executed in a single exchange by Chen Jichuan.

"Bouncing Fist!"

Someone recognized the technique—it was none other than the Chen Sect’s unique ’Bouncing Fist,’ which specialized in striking with the second knuckle of the fist, targeting bone gaps, each move lethally executed.

Chen Jichuan acted like a tiger descending the mountain, his momentum awe-inspiring.

"Ancestor."

"Let me assist you!"

Mao Li, 83 years old, boiled with excitement, shouting as he prepared to join the fray. Qian Shi, Zhang Ge, and others also loudly rallied, ready to surge forward.

Chen Jichuan’s resolve for death was firm as a rock; how could he let Mao Li and the others spoil his intentions?

"Stand aside."

"Do not intervene!"

One roaring command silenced the group.

"Come!"

"Fight again!"

And so, he single-handedly faced fourteen elite warriors.

Some were immensely strong, others agile and versatile, and some cunning and unpredictable.

Amid their encirclement.

The complexity exceeded the training he had undergone against seventy-two blades while practicing the ’Golden Blade Changing Palm Technique,’ and the danger was beyond words. Even Chen Jichuan, despite killing Yuantong in a surprise attack, grew tense and dared not relax.

Ferocious like a tiger.

His bare fists flew in succession.

His feet danced the Eight Directions Step—dodge, twist, leap, weave.

Fingers, fists, palms, elbows, knees, toes...

Armed with the Seventy-Two Extreme Skills.

Dark strength pulsating throughout.

Chen Jichuan’s entire body became a weapon, capable of taking lives from any point.

Two fingers extended—it was the ’Flower Twisting Skill,’ breaking a man’s knee and sending him sprawling to the ground.

A diagonal palm strike—this was the ’Guanyin Palm.’ The palm could act like a blade, slicing through iron plates effortlessly, and upon impact with flesh, it shattered bones and tore muscles.

Then there was the ’Jade Belt Skill’; embracing an opponent, forming the ’Qiankun Ring,’ even masters of dark strength couldn’t escape as their spines and waistbones snapped, claiming their lives.

Between martial arts masters.

Each move aimed to kill.

Victory or defeat occurred in fleeting moments.

Chen Jichuan first eliminated Yuantong, then maneuvered and vaulted, switching between fists and palms, slaying six more in rapid succession. Fighting vigorously and killing relentlessly, he terrified Feng Mingming and her followers.

"Princess!"

"This old monster is too formidable; staying here is not wise!"

One tall and burly man beside Feng Mingming urgently advised.

Yuantong and the others, all highly proficient, had been effortlessly slain in succession. Moreover, throughout the entire skirmish, only Chen Jichuan had made moves; the assembled Chen Sect martial artists glaring from the sidelines hadn’t even stepped in.

If they didn’t leave soon.

Disaster would be imminent.

"Retreat!"

Feng Mingming, a person of noble status, recognized the peril and knew better than to linger. Seeing her father and herself struggle to assemble these elite warriors to no avail, she dared not stay longer.

She hastily ordered her escorts to shield her as she descended the mountain.

"Where do you think you’re going?!"

Chen Jichuan fought fiercely while keeping an eye on the battlefield.

He observed Feng Mingming’s retreat and laughed loudly before grabbing a steel blade with his bare hands.

One hand gripping the hilt, the other pinching the tip. Dark strength erupted—

Clang!

The steel blade shattered instantly, shards flying everywhere. Two warriors were killed by the fragments, while most of the debris shot toward Feng Mingming.

"Protect the princess!"

Her guards immediately stepped forward to block, swinging their single-edged sabers wildly.

Clang-clang-clang!

Intercepting all the shards.

"Stay behind!"

Chen Jichuan continued his relentless attacks, rolling horizontally on the ground toward them. This was the ’Jiedi Skill,’ also known as ’Eighteen Rolls on the Spot,’ a ground-fighting technique.

As he spun underfoot.

He flung a dagger, swift and electric, impossible to intercept.

Running ahead, Feng Mingming was struck in the back, the dagger piercing clean through her chest—

"You—"

"You—"

The Princess of Great Yann disguised as the Little Sect Leader of the Moon Worship Sect turned back, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, before collapsing, lifeless, to the ground.

...

In the third year of Jingyan during the reign of Emperor Yanduan.

Prince Ji’s daughter, Princess Nanping Feng Mingming, perished on Lingnan’s Taqing Mountain.

That same year.

Old Ancestor of the Chen Sect, Martial Arts Legend Chen Jichuan, slew sixteen top-tier warriors of the Great Yann Black Ice Platform. Crossing the River with a Reed, he faced a barrage of arrows, massacring 800 archers outside Taqing Mountain.

Three days later.

He passed away in the Ancestor Hall of the Chen Sect.

At the age of 195.

The following year.

The Chen Sect convened a hero assembly, uniting the martial arts world, advancing alongside the Moon Worship Sect’s forces from both eastern and western fronts. By the fourth year of Jingyan, they captured the Great Yann Capital.

The Great Yann.

Fell.