Chapter 1813: The Power of the Crown of Confucius! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
This moment has finally come!
Wang Chong took in a deep breath. The Stellar Energy in his dantian began to vibrate, and a storm of immense energy soon erupted from his body.
Boom!
The heavens trembled, and the calm training ground instantly turned into a raging sea, the seething waves of energy causing the air to howl.
Boom!
Across from Wang Chong, a pillar of energy shot up like a fire beacon. Li Junxian had almost simultaneously unlocked his own seal, and his energy instantly reached its peak to oppose Wang Chong.
”Li Junxian, it's time for things to end! Lightning's Fury!”
Wang Chong's voice rumbled like a peal of thunder, echoing across the entire training ground. Whoosh! Before anyone could react, Wang Chong gripped the Origin Immortal Sword at his waist and vanished.
Crack!
As a peal of thunder resounded through the heavens, tens of thousands of dazzling lightning bolts suddenly appeared from where Wang Chong had been standing and spread across the skies.
Kacrack!
Above the training ground, the lightning bolts gathered together into a giant sword that surged with destructive power. It slashed down, cleaving through the heavens as it descended toward Li Junxian.
It was impossible to describe the power contained in this sword. As the lightning erupted from its surface, everyone's minds seemed to stop, and even the flow of time seemed to freeze. All that was left was a world of lightning.
Wang Chong had no plans to prolong his battle with Li Junxian.
This was not Wang Chong's first clash with Li Junxian, and there was no need for the two of them to probe each other.
Wang Chong had only one goal in mind: use all his power to end this farce as quickly as possible.
Boom!
There was a thunderous explosion, and it seemed as if the very earth had been sundered apart. But when the lightning had faded, Li Junxian still stood tall in his snow-white robes, completely unharmed.
After a brief silence, the crowd called out in surprise.
”Li Junxian!”
”He actually blocked it.”
Meanwhile, Xu Keyi, Young Master Qingyang, and Li Siye instantly paled.
Wang Chong had obtained the Origin Immortal Sword from beneath the Origin Immortal Mountain in the northwest. It was a sword of immense power that not even the Goat, Deer, and Tiger Immortals had been able to stop.
This was even more so after Wang Chong broke into the Subtle realm. Wang Chong became capable of using the full strength of this terrifying sword, and not even Young Master Qingyang dared to imagine how strong it was. But Li Junxian had blocked it.
”How could this be!?”
Xu Keyi and Zhang Que were the most shocked of all. They had personally seen Wang Chong exchange blows with Li Junxian during the Public Order Squad incident. At that time, even though Li Junxian had the holy sword of his sect, he had still been no match for Wang Chong.
But now, Li Junxian had blocked Wang Chong's full-strength blow.
”Look over there!” someone cried out, and everyone was instantly drawn to the top of Li Junxian's head. At some point, Li Junxian had donned an ancient Confucian crown in the style of the Spring and Autumn Era.
This Confucian crown exuded a hallowed, majestic, and mountain-shattering energy. A white halo surrounded the crown, and it seemed to resonate with the Noble Sage Sword at Li Junxian's waist.
This Confucian crown seemed to push Li Junxian's power to a whole new level.
”That's! The Crown of Confucius!”
At the edge of the training ground, Yan Wenzhang, who had been swiftly writing with his brush, recording the events of the battle and the conversation between the pair, trembled upon seeing the crown Li Junxian wore. The brush almost dropped out of his hands.
As a member of the Confucian path and a clan of historians, the Yan Clan was more familiar with the records of history than anyone else.
There were clear descriptions regarding the appearance and special features of the Crown of Confucius in the historical texts. While others might not have been aware of them, Grand Scribe Yan Wenzhang knew them like the back of his hand.
”How could this be!?”
Yan Wenzhang's eyes widened as he stared in agitation at the Confucian crown on Li Junxian's head.
”What?! The Crown of Confucius?!”
The many Confucian scholars around Yan Wenzhang cried out in alarm upon hearing his words, and the crowd grew restless.
The Crown of Confucius was a holy object, not just for the Confucian Sect, but for all the Confucians of the realm.
After all, it was the Confucian crown worn by the Sage Confucius himself!
Wang Chong dropped back to the ground.