Chapter 531 - Gathering of Overlords (1/2)

Chapter 531 Gathering of Overlords

All members of the North Qiong Sect seemed to have attended the event.

Zhong Hai was the base of North Qiong Sect’s operation. This was also the first fight after Chen Fan’s return; therefore, the North Qiong Sect had sent out nearly all of the disciples, including Fang Qiong, An Ya, and w.a.n.g Xiaoyun.

Hua Yunfeng led the way at the front of the group. His steps were energetic and confident.

A large hulking frame brought up the rear. This giant’s skin was the color of bronze, and everyone recognized that he was the physique refinement master from the Chen Family.

“There is no sight of Chen Beixuan. ”

Many people were disappointed.

“Still, look at the party they have brought.”

The sight of the large group of deadly warriors was hard to miss.

The North Qiong Sect had brought with them more than ten Grandmasters and two Immortal State Warriors. If the rumor about the Dragon Hall’s capitulation to Chen Beixuan was correct, the total number of Immortal State Warriors would be four and the Grandmasters twenty.

Such power was equivalent to the combined forces of all other warriors in China and rivaled the overbearing dominance of the Christian Church during its peak. Worse, the North Qiong Sect also had Chen Fan, a warrior of unprecedented might.

“The North Qiong Sect brought many deadly warriors with them, I hope Lord Shuming can handle it.”

The sight of North Qiong Sect’s overwhelming a.s.sembly of warriors had made many onlookers sympathetic toward Lin Shuming.

Crack!

A flash of lightning scarred the dark night.

An old man wearing a Taoist robe with Eight Trigram symbols appeared on the beach. He was holding a large seal in one hand and wore a scowl on his face. His appearance startled many onlookers, especially the unsavory kind.

“The Grand Heavenly Master, Yao Daoyi?” someone exclaimed.

Yao Daoyi was a legend. Rumor had it that he had reached the mid-stage of Immortal State sixty years ago. In his hand was the famous Dharma Treasure—Thunder Seal. Its potency was so renowned that even the sight of it instilled fear into many people’s hearts. It had been a while since he was last shown in action, so no one knew how powerful he had gotten over the years.

Even Ye Qincang couldn’t bring him to heels, and their battle ended in a draw.

“I see.”

Yao Daoyi cast a quick glance at Lin Shuming and cracked a smile.

He then found an empty spot on the beach and sat down. A bright light flashed inside the Thunder Seal from time to time as if proclaiming its fame to everyone. It was pa.s.sed down for generation in the Heavenly Master Sect and was as powerful as all seven Dark Witch Magus Artifacts combined.

The gathering of four Immortal State Warriors was a terrifying yet exciting sight for many people.

Suddenly, the crowd heard a man singing from far away.

“Immortality is your soul’s desire, money and fame drive you further from G.o.d.”

The crowd found the singer in the sky. He was an old man wearing a Taoist robe, descending slowly from the sky. The loose folds of his enormous rob flapped against the wind as he made his landing.

“Li Changsheng from Wu Dang’s Primordial Dao Sect?”

The appearance of another Immortal State Warrior stirred up the crowd again.

The Wu Dang Sect was well known for its Dharma Spell and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation. Li Changsheng was believed to be only slightly younger than Lin Shuming and not any less powerful. The only time he was seen in action was when Ye Qincang attacked the joined forces of seven Immortal State Warriors.

“Brother Lin, why do you force yourself to do this?”

Li Changsheng gave Lin Shuming a look and shook his head.

Lin Shuming sat motionlessly on the top of a flat rock and didn’t offer a reply.

However, Li Changsheng’s question had many other people guessing.

Clank!

Suddenly, a glint of something sharp flashed in the sky.

This time, a j.a.panese warrior wearing a samurai outfit appeared some distance off the sh.o.r.e, walking on the angry broken waves. There was a constant stream of energy bursting out from his body that broke the waves in front of him. As he treads confidently across the sea, he left a trail of foamy seawater behind. From a distance, it looked as if he had split the sea into halves to make way for himself.

“Who is that?”

Many were astonished by his dramatic entry. There was no doubt that this j.a.panese stranger was an Immortal State Warrior.

But no one had ever heard of any Immortal State Warriors in j.a.pan.

“He is Watanabe, the former Sword Sage of j.a.pan. I didn’t expect him to still be alive.”

Many old martial artists recognized the j.a.panese man and were startled by his appearance.

“Watanabe?”

The name had taken the crowd by surprise.

Last time Watanabe visited China, he had defeated a dozen Grandmasters and was eventually driven away by Lin Shuming after their historical fight at the peak of the Emei Mountain.

That fight was considered the fight of that century.

However, almost a hundred years later, Watanabe had appeared in China again.

“Mr. Shuming, I wish that your opponent were me today. The thought of being unable to finish what we have started sixty years ago deeply saddens me,” Watanabe said with a husky voice.

Lin Shuming opened his eyes and cast a knowing glance at the j.a.panese warrior in silence.

The j.a.panese nationals among the audience rushed to greet the Sword Sage. Watanabe stood motionlessly on top of the foamy seawater, looking cold and distant as ever.

By then, six Immortal State Warriors had gathered at the beach. It was an unprecedented sight.