The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 662 Unorthodox Techniques, Lessons from the Past (Seeking monthly votes~)

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Within the dense forests of the mountains, two figures shifted and moved swiftly.

"Lord Feng, you've had a hard day." Chen Ping'an glanced at Feng Wuhen to the side as he flew by.

Although Feng Wuhen was a swordsman, his swift and agile movements were extremely graceful. Every gesture and step he made exuded elegance.

Even though Chen Ping'an is now flying at a speed that is approaching the threshold of Grandmaster, Feng Wuhen is not at all inferior and follows closely behind.

"It's alright," Feng Wuhen said calmly.

He glanced at Chen Ping'an to the side, secretly surprised.

What a great speed!

Although he practiced the Cloud Concealing Sword technique, he also cultivated two other movement techniques, which enabled him to achieve such speed only by using his mid-stage Jade Balance cultivation.

But this Chen Ping'an actually
Clearly, Feng Wuhen's inner world was not as calm as his outward appearance suggested.

Not only that, a trace of solemnity appeared in Feng Wuhen's eyes. He sensed that Chen Ping'an had the cultivation level of the mid-stage of the Jade Balance Realm.

Not even twenty-six years old, in the middle stage of Yuheng!
What incredible talent!
Whoosh!
Feng Wuhen, his body shimmering with light, weaved through the dense forest and headed into the distance.

The Left Path Alliance is almost here!
Chen Ping'an was completely unaware of Feng Wuhen's emotions.

At this moment, he was calculating the next steps in the plan.

The Blood Owl Gang has been basically dealt with. If the Left Path Alliance is also taken care of today, then with the combined power of these two, the other three forces, despite their many objections, will simply be asked to cooperate in handling matters concerning evil spirits.

It's unlikely they'll go against the general trend!

The key to the thunderous momentum lies in today's trip to the Left Path Alliance.

Unlike the Blood Owl Gang, the Left Path Alliance, while possessing strong overall strength, is extremely loosely managed. There are no direct management connections between its members. The Left Path Alliance headquarters is primarily a place for deliberation and communication, lacking strong administrative authority.

His personal visit to the Blood Owl Gang allowed him to directly enter their territory, wielding overwhelming force to establish authority and set rules.

However, this approach may not be applicable within the Leftist Alliance.

Firstly, the Left Path Alliance is largely loosely organized, and if he were to arrive rashly, he wouldn't be able to gather many experts in a short time. Secondly, even if he wanted to establish his authority, it would be difficult to achieve the same effect as the Blood Owl Gang.

Thirdly, it is difficult to find someone within the Left Path Alliance to stabilize the situation. If not managed properly, the Left Path Alliance could easily split up, which would be detrimental to control.

Considering the overall situation, Chen Ping'an sent the invitation to climb the mountain ahead of time.

If he's not mistaken, the Left Path Alliance is probably focused on establishing his authority right now!

Since this is a matter of establishing authority, there will likely be quite a few experts gathered in this alliance.

And this was also what Chen Ping'an was thinking.

If the other party wanted to intimidate him, he would use that opportunity to establish his authority. He would suppress all who dared to disobey him with overwhelming combat power.

The reason for bringing Feng Wuhen along was so that the two could cooperate.

Of course, the more important reason is that the fact that the wind was blowing silently made the matter seem less shocking.

In the previous battle against Blood Owl, Chen Ping'an had already demonstrated combat power capable of overpowering a Grandmaster. If he wants to surpass that level again, he will likely need to display a level approaching that of a top-tier Grandmaster.

Although the nascent form of a powerful treasure was concealed, for someone with his mid-stage Jade Balance cultivation, such combat prowess was truly monstrous.

If possible, Chen Ping'an still wanted to keep some of his skills to himself.

It needs to be shown, but not excessively.

Even if we want to demonstrate formidable combat power, we must proceed gradually and step by step.

Don't rush things!
Regarding the presentation of combat power, Chen Ping'an has deeper considerations. His current combat power can be simply divided into two categories.

Firstly, in terms of physical strength, by using external training techniques such as the Qingyang Blood Refining Method and the Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique to unleash powerful blood and qi.

If one were to unleash the divine power of their bloodline and the power of the wilderness, they could display the strength to contend with or even overpower pseudo-celestial beings.

Secondly, in terms of martial arts realm and cultivation techniques, he has now entered the second stage of the breakthrough realm, a higher level than before. After further purification through dual cultivation techniques, his current martial arts foundation is probably enough to rival even the Grandmaster realm.

With the addition of the newly mastered Tai Xu Wind Control Technique, his combat strength is now much stronger than before.

At least, if I were to encounter Leng Ding Qingfan again, suppressing him wouldn't be difficult!

If his two combat abilities were combined and used flexibly to attack each other, his current combat strength would be quite remarkable among pseudo-celestial beings.

With such a level of skill as his foundation, it's not unreasonable for him to display combat power stronger than that of an ordinary Grandmaster. He also enjoys a certain level of security.

However, if he were to reveal the combat power of a top-tier grandmaster, both the serious concealment of his cultivation and combat strength, as well as the consideration of safety thresholds, would exceed Chen Ping'an's expectations.

If he wants to reveal more of his combat strength on the surface, then his actual combat strength needs to increase further.

Whether it's mastering a powerful secret treasure or making a breakthrough in martial arts!
He had previously entered the second stage of the breakthrough realm, accumulating experience for a long time. He had achieved minor mastery of the Seven Killing Heavenly Gang Fist and entry-level and minor mastery of the Tai Xu Wind Control Step.

It took three consecutive breakthroughs in his cultivation technique to finally advance him from the first level to the second.

If he wants to advance further, judging from the current situation, he must at least master the Overlord Blade and the Seven Killing Heavenly Gang Fist. Only then will he be able to truly enter the third stage of the Breakthrough Realm.

At that time, with his enhanced killing techniques and such a high level of skill as support, if he also makes progress in his physical body, he will be confident that he can compete with even a true martial arts master.

To fight against a Celestial Martial Lord at the Grandmaster level is a feat that only a handful of people on the Grandmaster Ranking can achieve, even if it was only a short-term stalemate.

If one can fight for thousands of rounds without being defeated, truly standing shoulder to shoulder with another, then looking at the Grandmaster Ranking, there is only one person who possesses such combat power.

Besides, even Fu Baisheng, who ranks second among the Grandmasters of the Wind and Cloud, is still far from this level.

The number one Grandmaster of Wind and Cloud, Moon Shadow Divine Arrow, Flower Like the Moon.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts shifted, and he darted away.

Whoosh!
As he swept over a mountain range, he looked into the distance and saw a dark, gloomy valley.

Leftist Alliance, we've arrived!

"The Mangdao is here?"

"Hahahaha! Let him in!"

"A regional tycoon under twenty-six is ​​truly a rare sight!"

"You old hag, are you falling in love?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is a hidden dragon prodigy!" Inside the main hall, a woman with rosy cheeks stood to one side, unable to resist licking her lips, her smile sinister, as if she had the intention to devour someone.

On the other side, an old man with withered skin stood like a tree stump, as if rooted to the ground, motionless.

Above, a green-skinned old man was hidden in the dim light; beneath the palace curtains, a black-haired old ghost stood menacingly; in the corner of the hall, a tiny dwarf leaned against something.
Of the experts within the Left Path Alliance, aside from those who were too far away to arrive, most of the others have already come.

With so many experts gathered, let's see how Chen Ping'an, the ruthless swordsman, will handle this!
Want to talk to their unorthodox alliance? First, see what you're capable of!
The main hall was eerily quiet, with flickering eerie green lights, silently awaiting the arrival of the ruthless Chen Ping'an.

Unlike the Blood Owl Gang, the layout of the Left Path Alliance's buildings is more sinister. Overall, it has a strange and eerie feel.

The jagged rocks, twisted and crooked, resemble fierce ghosts glaring angrily, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

"Lord Chen, Lord Feng, please."

A man with a head as big as a bucket and a short body led the way with a sneer on his face.

Chen Ping'an's expression remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Feng Wuhen glanced at the man but remained silent.

He already knew the purpose of his trip and didn't care about this matter.

Since the purpose is to demand an explanation, it is natural to find those in key positions. This is exactly what is meant by generals confronting generals and kings confronting kings.

In a moment of thought, Feng Wuhen glanced at Chen Ping'an, sensing the indescribable calmness emanating from him.

Why are you so calm?

Feng Wuhen felt a hint of surprise in his heart.

In his view, Chen Ping'an was unusually calm.

This calmness is completely different from his age, experience, and background.

If their mission to demand justice goes smoothly, there will be no problem. But if things don't go well, a deadly battle is inevitable!
This man with the fierce swordsmanship is surprisingly composed.

As he pondered this, Feng Wuhen's understanding of Chen Ping'an was renewed.

"The lord of the Thunderous Garrison?"

"She's so pretty and delicate, but if she were to say something like that..."

"Fair skin, what a fine young man!"

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Along the way, there were members of the Leftist Alliance, who looked at each other from afar, their laughter varied.

The teasing words made Feng Wuhen frown, but he didn't react.

"My lords, we've arrived. Please." The man leading the way spoke in a hoarse voice, letting out a cold laugh.

After saying that, without waiting for their reaction, he stepped into the main hall.

Chen Ping'an remained silent, took a step forward, and entered the main hall.

Feng Wuhen's expression was solemn. He sensed several extremely troublesome auras within the main hall. He glanced at Chen Ping'an, made up his mind, and stepped inside as well.

Outside the main hall, members of the Left Path Alliance watched the two enter, their faces cold and their sneering laughter echoing.

"court death!"

Some had mocking, utterly derisive eyes. Others had long, drawn-out smiles, their faces resembling those of demons.

As soon as Feng Wuhen stepped into the main hall, he felt the surrounding atmosphere suddenly turn cold, and countless gazes converged, instantly increasing the pressure on him.

Inside the main hall, the dim green lights flickered, and figures stood or leaned against each other, each with a different face and a distinct aura.

None of these auras were below the level of a Grandmaster Yuheng, and their convergence created an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Feng Wuhen's face was solemn, and cold sweat was visible beneath.

This is the Left Path Alliance, giving them a natural home-field advantage. The sheer number of combined auras puts immense psychological pressure on even him.

He glanced at Chen Ping'an and found that the other man's expression was calm, his eyes still composed, as if he were unaware of anything.

"This brute knife"

Feng Wuhen was astonished.

The big-headed man who led the way stood at a corner in front of the door after entering the main hall, looking at the two people who entered with a sneer on his face.

With this kind of force, let alone two people, even a grandmaster in person might not be able to gain the upper hand.

"What a handsome young man."

Inside the main hall, the woman in the red dress looked at Chen Ping'an, who had just entered, with shining eyes.

"Come here, let your big sister take care of you!"

The woman in the red dress licked her pink lips, a hint of spring spreading across her face.

"Hehehe, you old hag, what nonsense are you spouting? This is Lord Chen of the Thunderous Garrison, not your gigolo!" A black-haired old ghost laughed strangely from under the curtain of the main hall.

"Hahaha, you old hag, you're in heat, go down and replenish your energy before coming back up!"

"My husband is good, but he's not yours! You old hag, don't even think about it."

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Inside the main hall, laughter and shrieks filled the air.

An old monster trembled, his eyes filled with mockery and ridicule.

This mockery wasn't directed at the woman in the red dress, but at Chen Ping'an inside the main hall.

Feng Wuhen held his sword, his expression not looking good.

Although talks haven't started yet, the Leftist Alliance's attitude is clear. This opening can hardly be described as friendly.

Even though he had made preparations in advance, the current situation is still at a low level compared to expectations.

The old woman from the Left Path Alliance made a seemingly casual remark, but given the current situation, her meaning was self-evident. The term "young master" naturally lowered Chen Ping'an's status. The subsequent teasing and jeering from the others further solidified this tone.

You, Mang Dao, are considered someone important in the Zhenfu Division, but here you're nothing! At best, you're just the dregs from that old hag's furnace!
"Is this the Left Path Alliance's way of treating guests?"

Chen Ping'an's voice was calm as he indifferently looked at the arrogant and gesticulating crowd.

"My lord finds our Leftist Alliance's hospitality lacking." The woman in the red dress, her eyes sparkling and her face alluring, lightly beckoned with her hands, seemingly with a flirtatious intent: "I wonder how my lord would like me to entertain our guests?"

A woman in a red dress leaned against a pillar in the main hall; the slit in her red dress revealed a pair of snow-white, beautiful legs.

"You old hag, stop being so horny!"

"Old man, the young master hasn't even spoken yet, why are you in such a hurry!"

"I've heard that the Gu family's fairy is a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm, but your young master wouldn't be interested in her!"

"Haha, maybe that young man just likes this kind of thing!"

"Haha, that's true!"

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Inside the main hall, laughter erupted as everyone stared at Chen Ping'an with ill intent.

The dwarf imp sat cross-legged in a corner of the hall, his expression playful.

With just a few words, the old hag completely disrupted the rhythm, diminishing Mang Dao's questioning and momentum.

"Thunderous Blade, nothing special!"

A disdainful sneer appeared on the dwarf imp's childlike face.

The crowd laughed loudly, looking at Chen Ping'an with ill intent, hoping to see a hint of embarrassment on his face.

But clearly, they were disappointed.

Chen Ping'an's face showed only calmness and silence.

The woman in the red dress seemed oblivious, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at Chen Ping'an: "Young master, I heard you're engaged to that pride of the Gu family, and the wedding is almost here. How about it? Want to indulge yourself a little before the wedding? Don't worry, I don't mind. Hehehe."

The woman in the red dress giggled, her body trembling, making one's blood boil.

She tried to provoke Chen Ping'an with many words. Even if she couldn't provoke him, it would still be good to have a taste of something new.

This is the only hidden dragon prodigy in Canglong Prefecture!

If I were to lose my virginity here today, I wonder how the Gu family would react. And what would the renowned Gu Qingcheng do?

Thinking of this, the woman in the red dress became even more excited.

Hearing the vulgar whispers around her, she moved lightly, creating a fragrant breeze, as if she wanted to walk towards Chen Ping'an.

However, she had only taken a few steps when she froze completely in place.

boom!
A terrifying pressure descended suddenly, surging through the hall like a raging torrent.

The woman in the red dress turned pale as she saw Chen Ping'an's cold, emotionless eyes.

"Grandmaster!"

"what!"

Inside the main hall, everyone's expression changed.

"How could this be!?"

"How can it be!"

Everyone's expression changed, staring at Chen Ping'an in disbelief.

"Grandmaster!" Not only were the crowd shocked, but Feng Wuhen, who was standing to the side, was also shocked.

This fierce knife
Feng Wuhen stared at Chen Ping'an with a serious expression and disbelief.

Feeling the overwhelming power around him, his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

"No! Not a Grandmaster, but..."

Feng Wuhen looked surprised and doubtful, but quickly realized what was going on.

Chen Ping'an did not enter the Grandmaster realm, but rather his martial will entered that realm ahead of schedule.

Even after understanding all this, Feng Wuhen's horror remained undiminished.

The fact that Chen Ping'an has reached the required level of martial arts will ahead of schedule means that becoming a Grandmaster is merely a matter of time. Given enough time, the bottleneck of becoming a Grandmaster will not be able to stop Chen Ping'an at all!

With this thought in mind, Feng Wuhen couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness.

He has cultivated for a hundred years, yet he still hasn't reached the Grandmaster level! Chen Ping'an, on the other hand, has only cultivated for twenty-six years, but...
Feng Wuhen had mixed feelings, but this was clearly not the time to think about it.

"Can we speak properly now?" Chen Ping'an looked at everyone indifferently.

He came here today to get straight to the point; he's here to solve the problem, not to waste time on these things.

"Lord Chen, what do you mean by this?! Although we, the Left Path Alliance, have..." Someone shouted, trying to regain the upper hand, but he only got halfway through his sentence.

Swish!
A flash of light illuminated the entire hall.

"Heh heh." Before the man could finish speaking, his head rolled to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief until he died.

He couldn't have imagined it.

Just one sentence cost him his life!

He died within the headquarters of the Leftist Alliance!

"What!?"

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!"

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Inside the main hall, shouts erupted one after another. Figures suddenly sprang up, each emanating a completely different aura.

No one expected Chen Ping'an, the ruthless swordsman, to strike so swiftly. Before they could even react, their heads rolled to the ground.

The old man with green skin stood at the head of the hall, his green skin seemingly wriggling.

A dwarf man sat cross-legged in a corner of the hall, his hair standing on end, and a strange wheel appeared in his hand.

The woman in the red dress looked terrified, her skirt billowing as if a pink mist was spreading.

The withered old man was like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, layered together, with incredibly bright eyes.

One woman has sharp, pointed teeth, hinting at a bloodthirsty intent. An old man holds a dragon-headed cane, from which flying insects seem to flicker.
In an instant, the many unorthodox masters in the hall were in a standoff with Chen Ping'an.

Feng Wuhen hadn't expected Chen Ping'an to be so assertive.

Without a word, he killed a master of the Left Path Alliance. His actions were so swift that not only were others caught off guard, but he himself was completely unprepared.

"This is going to be difficult to end!" Feng Wuhen sighed, drew his long sword, his aura surging, and stood beside Chen Ping'an.

"Chen Ping'an, you killed a master of my Left Path Alliance, do you know what the consequences will be?" The black-haired old ghost's voice was cold and hard, and his body hair grew wildly, making him look like a curly-haired gorilla from a distance.

"Consequences?" Chen Ping'an tilted his head slightly, his calm eyes falling on the black-haired old ghost: "That's the question I should be asking!"

"You Left Path Alliance reap the benefits of Lei Ming's reign while demons run rampant, yet you do not think of how to repay the favor. You even dare to fish in troubled waters, taking advantage of the chaos to seek profit, intending to use your power to coerce Lei Ming! I would like to ask you, what are your Left Path Alliance's true intentions!?"

Chen Ping'an's voice was like thunder, and his momentum was high.

"Do you hear the thunderous command?"

Those who protect evil! Those who profit from the chaos! Those who secretly send intelligence! Those who disagree!
kill! "

boom!
The blade rang out, trembling incessantly.

A sharp, piercing blade swept across the arena, carrying both an overbearing, commanding presence and an extreme killing intent.

Overlord's Blade Intent!
Under the fierce and domineering aura, the black-haired old ghost couldn't help but shrink in stature.

The woman in the red dress let out a soft gasp, her rosy lips turning deathly pale.

The old man withered tree groaned, feeling immense pressure.

The others reacted differently, all intimidated by Mang Dao's imposing aura.

"This sword intent..." Feng Wuhen's expression was extremely solemn, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Today, I have only one question for you: Is your Left Path Alliance willing to accept this order?"

Chen Ping'an stood holding his sword, his sword intent sweeping across the room, like a king among swords, cold and ruthless.

Inside the main hall, everyone remained silent, and for a moment no one dared to answer.

"Lord Chen, what a temper you have!" A cold and sinister voice came from the back of the hall.

Ripples spread across the arena, and the overwhelming sword intent sweeping around weakened slightly.

Dark blue petals fell, revealing a solitary and aloof figure.

"I would like to ask, what is the consequence of accepting the order today, and what is the consequence of not accepting it?"

The dark blue hue dissipated, revealing a newcomer clad in a long robe with dark gold patterns on the sleeves and gold sequins adorning his red and blue belt.

"Great Elder!"

The crowd's morale lifted, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Yanqing, the Grand Elder of the Left Path Alliance and a master of unorthodox arts!

“Huyan Qing!” Feng Wuhen’s expression was solemn, and the long sword in his hand was faintly shrouded in mist.

Hu Yanqing was renowned, though he was not among the top grandmasters. However, he possessed unorthodox and unpredictable secret techniques, and in terms of how difficult he was to deal with, he was no less than a top grandmaster.

Looking across the Thunder Mountain Range and all the surrounding areas, he is definitely one of the most troublesome Grandmasters.

Even if it were the head of the Thunderous Garrison, Wu Benqing would at most be able to fight him to a draw.

Such powerful individuals hold extremely high positions and deserve the utmost respect, no matter where they are.

Chen Ping'an seemed oblivious to Hu Yanqing's appearance, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

He looked at Huyan Qing indifferently: "If you accept the order, today's matter can be resolved amicably. If you do not accept the order..."

Chen Ping'an paused, then said, "From this day forward, the Left Path Alliance will cease to exist in the Thunder Mountain Range!"

"Lord Chen, what arrogance you have!" Hu Yanqing's expression turned cold, and dark blue patterns appeared, surrounding him.

"What if I don't want things to end peacefully today!?"

"The Blood Owl Gang is full of ruthless and cunning men, serving as a cautionary tale!" Chen Ping'an's voice was calm, his eyes like cold stars.

"Blood Owl Gang?"

Hu Yanqing was startled. Before he could speak, two sealed wooden boxes appeared in front of Chen Ping'an.

"This is."

Feng Wuhen stood to one side, his heart skipping a beat.

A flash of blue light appeared, the wooden box opened, revealing two distorted heads.

Their features could still be vaguely discerned from their faces.

Blood Owl Gang Leader, Owl Dragon!
Deputy Leader, Tiger!

Hu Yanqing's eyelids twitched, and his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

Inside the main hall, there was complete silence, a deathly stillness.

(End of this chapter)