751 A Head-On Blow (1/2)

Eldest Brother put down the Chinese zither. He clapped his hands and transferred his aura into the body of Beigong and Ximen. And then he bowed his head in silence and started to repair the zither and the flute.

Jun Mo had blood all over his body. He returned from the field and saluted his Eldest Brother.

That was when everyone else from the Academy gathered their wits and they all saluted Eldest Brother.

Eldest Brother saluted back, saying, ”Thanks for all the efforts you've made.”

Judging by the blood stains on Eldest Brother's cotton jacket, the people knew that he must have had a risky and hard fight with the Abbey Dean. The fight might have been more dangerous and harder than the battle they faced, so everyone was worried.

Eldest Brother didn't want other people to worry about him. He looked up at the roof of the shelter, saying, ”This looks like a sunshade we use at the back of the mountain, but you all are using this to block arrows. It's not bad, but you have to watch out for the flying swords.”

Then he rearranged the tactical array before the Verdant Canyon.

The autumn breeze came again, and cotton was leaking out of the sword cuts on his jacket. The cotton shivered in the wind, and melted in the air like shadows.

Eldest Brother disappeared from under the shelter.

On the field before the mountains, the red divine robe fluttered. Ye Hongyu had summoned the Taoism Sword to guard her Taoist Heart. She looked quite serious because she knew that man would show up before her any time soon.

South of the field, in the camp of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army, the disciples of the Sword Garret were looking up to the sky warily. Liu Bai was sitting peacefully beside yesterday's ashes. He looked calm, with the sheathed sword resting on his legs.

Nobody knew where Mr. First of the Academy had gone to.

But everybody could guess that Mr. First would definitely come here.

The next moment.

Eldest Brother's figure showed up in the south of the field. In the camp of the Coalition Army, out of the heavy voile, his eyes locked on the old Great Divine Priest of Revelation in the depths of the divine chariot. Then he pulled out the short wooden rod on his waist.

The Great Divine Priest looked out of the voile and at the scholar. The wrinkles on his face were deepening.

More than ten priests in red yelled and screamed as they jumped towards the divine chariot.

Eldest Brother didn't react. He was holding the rod in his hand, looking at the Great Divine Priest of Revelation through the voile.

The priests in red flew backwards like stones that were thrown out, and then they fell heavily onto the ground, causing dirt and dust to fly. All of them went faint with a clear red print of a rod on their foreheads.

The star light deep inside the eyes of the Great Divine Priest of Revelation suddenly started to burn, and wherever his sight reached, everything including the voile started to burn in Haotian Divine Fire, blocking Eldest Brother outside.

Eldest Brother raised the wooden rod in his hand.

His cotton jacket was shaking, leaving a shadow on the spot he stood.

It might seem that he was still standing outside of the chariot, and standing out of the burning voile.

But on the other side of the shadow, another ”Eldest Brother” had walked across the fire and showed up before the Great Divine Priest of Revelation.

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation looked at him, and chanted expressionlessly, ”He who believes in Haotian...”

Eldest Brother said, ”Confucius never spoke of...”

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said nothing more.

Eldest Brother raised the wooden rod and attacked.

Looking at the approaching wooden rod, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation came up with 4,892 possibilities at the moment.

The scripture before him was radiating endless brightness.

So he hid himself in the brightness.

It cost him damage to his Taoist Heart to see into the future, so he tried to avoid the 4,892 possibilities.

Eldest Brother stood before him with the rod raised in his hand, and then he simply knocked down.

The strike might look simple, but actually, it was beyond complicated.

In a mere moment, the short rod had been waved 4,893 times.