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Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 493 - 490: Sword Pavilion Showdown! [First Update]
Chapter 493: Chapter 490: Sword Pavilion Showdown! [First Update]
"What, my mother was the Holy Daughter of the Heavenly Net Headquarters?"
Li Chen’s face was filled with shock, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Tang Qingyang nodded and said, "Yes, but she gave up her status as the Holy Daughter for your father. The following events, I don’t need to detail them, as I presume you can guess what happened!"
"A Yama Order was placed on them by the Heavenly Net, a call from the Death God. To this day, not a single person has survived under this order!"
Now, Li Chen finally understood why the people from the Heavenly Net in his previous life had been after him and Chuxue.
So it all stemmed from here!
"So, what you’re saying is, my parents’ death wasn’t due to a car accident, but was the work of the Heavenly Net’s insidious hand?"
Tang Qingyang paused for a moment and shook his head, "That I am not clear on, I think you should ask Li Lingtian and General Li, they should be more aware of the details than I!"
Li Chen nodded, gave a fist and palm salute to Tang Qingyang, and said, "Okay, I’ve understood, thank you for telling me all this!"
Tang Qingyang tilted back his head and guzzled half a jar of wine, slurring, "Alright, my story is done!"
"Over twenty years ago, I had a martial arts duel with your father at the Sword Pavilion, and the battle concluded without a victor. We had made an agreement to fight again in the future to determine the stronger party. However, I never imagined that until now, that day would never come!"
Li Chen looked at Tang Qingyang and said, "I will fight you in his stead!"
Tang Qingyang raised his neck, finished off the last half jar of wine in a single gulp, and carelessly smashed the empty jar onto the ground with force.
"Good, but today is New Year’s Eve, it’s not suitable for a prolonged battle. Let’s settle it in three moves; if by chance I defeat you, you return to your Jiangnan, and never step foot in the Shu land for the rest of your life!"
Li Chen took up the challenge and asked back, "And if by chance I win?"
Tang Qingyang had never thought he would lose, naturally, he had not considered this question.
He paused for a moment and said, "If you win, the Bashu Tang Sect will submit to you. However, you must not engage in further killing!"
Li Chen gave a succinct response, "Alright."
In the cold winter, the atmosphere was solemn and stern!
The setting sun was like blood, spilling over the peak of the Sword Pavilion, staining the withered trees, lonely graves, and rocks, as well as the two fighting silhouettes.
After a long while, Tang Qingyang broke the silence.
"You are the junior, you make the first move!"
Li Chen did not decline.
"Alright, then I shall offend!"
Before his words fell, Li Chen surged his True Yuan, took a big step forward, and threw a punch with full force.
That punch was like a Fierce Tiger leaving its cage, simple and brutal, without any fancy moves. As the force left his fist, a massive tiger head materialized, baring its teeth and lunging forward.
This punch was earth-shattering. If unleashed recklessly, it had the power to destroy half of a mountain!
Tang Qingyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of admiration, he nodded his head.
He did not dodge or duck, he simply drew circles with his hands, conjuring a pattern of Yin Yang around his body.
When the Tiger Fist struck this pattern, it was as if a fly had run into a spider’s web, incapable of escape no matter how it struggled.
Li Chen was inwardly startled, exclaiming: "Yin Yang, using the soft to control the hard, is this Tai Chi?"
Tang Qingyang nodded and said, "Correct, in my early years, I had the fortune to observe the stone walls of the great forefather, Zhang Sanfeng, the Grandmaster of Wudang Mountain, during his seclusion, and from there I learned this art of Tai Chi!"
"Alright, now it’s my turn to make a move. I won’t go easy, you must be careful!"
As he spoke, he was like an elder earnestly instructing a younger generation.
But as soon as his voice fell, his aura began to rise like a dormant Jiao Long being awakened, climbing higher and higher.
Then, with a slight lift of his palm, a glow emerged, within which a silhouette of a dragon, half black and half white, slowly rose.
Once this dragon silhouette was suspended in mid-air, it suddenly expanded rapidly, turning into a giant dragon with wide, angry eyes, its roar echoing through the heavens and the earth.
"Angry Dragon Roar!"
Seeing this scene, Li Chen’s expression immediately turned solemn.
"What terrifying Sword Intent!"
However, Li Chen showed no signs of cowardice.
His hands quickly came together, palms facing each other as thunder roared within them.
At the same time, rolling black clouds enveloped the city, darkening the skies, plunging the whole world into pitch-black night where one couldn’t see their own fingers.
"Five, Thunder, Righteous, Heaven, Technique!"
As Li Chen’s shout echoed, a thunderous "crack" resounded.
Five purple lightning bolts, like Jiao Longs leaving the sea, shattered the sky as they descended.
"Boom!"
The violent True Yuan rippled outwards like water waves, scattering dust and stones, snapping trees, and toppling mountains.
Li Chen and Tang Qingyang were both forced to retreat explosively, each taking over a dozen steps back before finally stabilizing their centers of gravity.
In Tang Qingyang’s black pupils, surprise shone brightly.
"I originally thought that your father was the one with the most monstrous talent in Martial Arts. Now it seems, you surpass him. The student surpasses the master; even if he were to know from the underworld that he has such an outstanding son, surely he would rest in peace!"
Li Chen did not respond, simply biting his lip lightly.
Both men stopped talking, both swiftly recovering their True Yuan, preparing for the deciding third strike of the duel.
A cold wind suddenly picked up, and a withered leaf drifted down.
Just as the leaf fell between Li Chen and Tang Qingyang’s line of sight, both men made their moves almost simultaneously.
Tang Qingyang pulled out the iron sword stuck in the rock with a backhand motion, swung it through the wind, and a dark lightning bolt struck straight at Li Chen’s throat—the Life Gate.
Before the sword reached him, the furious Sword Intent had already torn through the sky.
"Moonlight Slash!"
Tang Qingyang leaped into the air and shouted, his figure and the Sword Shadow bursting forth together.
At this moment, he and the iron sword in his hand had become one.
Li Chen’s expression turned grave as he slapped down a "卍" Buddha Seal in midair, hoping to block Tang Qingyang’s advancing attack.
Tang Qingyang did not retreat but advanced, howling continuously. The shadow of his sword was like the bright moon of Mid-Autumn, casting numerous dazzling lights down onto Li Chen’s head.
The "卍" Buddha Seal, like tofu against clear water, shattered with a loud crash.
This sword strike of his could shatter not only the body but also disperse one’s soul.
In the blink of an eye, the area around Li Chen within three feet was enveloped by the fierce Sword Intent.
There was no way to dodge; he could only fight to the death!
Li Chen took a large step forward, shouting: "Sword, come!"
With a "swoosh," Dragon Abyss Breaking Sky unsheathed, transforming into a dragon shadow soaring through the Nine Heavens in response to the wind and clouds.
"Clang!"
Thunder exploded, sparks flew everywhere!
Li Chen’s Dragon Abyss met Tang Qingyang’s iron sword with perfect precision.
At that moment, the myriad sword shadows in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Li Chen and Tang Qingyang each retreated over a dozen steps again, and that withered leaf between them gently fell to the ground.
The darkness once again enveloped the earth, and the mountain top returned to a deathly silence.
Li Chen and Tang Qingyang faced each other in quiet, just like at the start, their faces as solemn as the Sword Pavilion itself, devoid of any expression...