Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1376 - 2: Divine Capital

Liu Fufeng’s fingers began to tremble involuntarily. He thought of that person’s name and remembered the legend circulating at the year’s end. Meanwhile, the young woman slowly removed the hairpin from her head, twirling it in her hand to transform it into a long-handled large blade.

Wanhua Blade... Jade-faced Rashamon!

"Rogues who lack sense, let me instruct you on behalf of your elders," she said. "From the Divine Capital, Qin Qianbai. Beggin’."

Names and origins had been exchanged, leaving no more words between them. Liu Fufeng couldn’t think of what to say next; at the moment his intuition struck, the woman’s fist had sunk into his heart. A force as mighty as mountains and rivers erupted in a brilliant instant, sending Liu Fufeng flying backward, crashing with his staff into the west palace wall. The Heavenly Eye Warrior stood dumbfounded, the palace wall untouched, not a brick disturbed, yet he was smashed against it, held as if by invisible nails for all to see!

"Though you have strength and skill, you’ve lost your composure; the Heavenly Eye can only peek open a crack. Tonight the wind is fresh and cool, you’ll hang here for 24 hours, reflect and make amends."

Those in the audience were either shocked pale or wore grim faces. Those here for entertainment hurriedly pretended joy and distanced themselves from those around them. More stood under the eaves, in taverns, watching from afar the commotion on the stage. Qin Qianbai absorbed everyone’s reactions, glancing casually around. That glance seemed to see into everyone’s hearts; any malintent felt an invisible pressure suddenly bearing down, their legs weakened, and they collapsed to the ground.

The dense crowd instantly shrank as Qin Qianbai aloud asked, "Who else seeks battle?"

Not a sound was heard around the stage, no one dared respond. Qin Qianbai raised the long blade, casually carving a slash into the stone stage. Without exerting energy, her voice naturally spread throughout the city.

"The Qin clan of the Divine Capital is busy with affairs and will not see useless scoundrels. Guests from afar wishing to spar, please first take the stage, then say ’challenge.’"

She transformed the long blade back into a hairpin, fixing it into her hair, then descended the stage carrying a cheering girl, walking leisurely away. Martial Artists gazed at her disappearing blue figure at the street corner, speechless for a long time. People continued to gather around the stage, and the elders among them seemed captivated, staring at the shallow blade mark.

Finally, unable to hold back, a robust man from the Tengyun Sect loudly charged the stage. As his foot touched the stage, an invisible and colorless Sword Intent instantly erupted, nailing him beside Liu Fufeng, unable to move despite his struggles.

Thus another was nailed on the wall for public display. Soon after, there were five more. Another half an hour later, there were ten in total. In the end, those with ill intentions dared not approach the stage, yet skilled warriors without grievance against the Qin clan rushed over, eager to witness the Wanhua Warrior’s Sword Intent.

So when notable figures like the Gu Song from Purple Clouds Mountain, Master Liao Liao from Silver Fox Temple, Master Pu from Heaven and Earth Sect, and other seasoned masters were also hung on the palace wall, no one dared to entertain thoughts of ascending the stage.

A latecomer looked at the full wall of young talents and renowned masters, eyes filled with fear: "My heavens, has Ming Guest returned to the capital?"

A bystander chuckled, "This gentleman isn’t very well-informed; it’s another peerless master of the Qin clan who’s returned." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Ahhh," the latecomer suddenly understood, "No wonder one blade holds such Divine Skills, turns out it’s the Wanhua Martial Artist who won the champion!"