My Master Knows It All

569: Chapter 192_6 569: Chapter 192_6 “The disciples of Four Treasures Peak can’t always be bringing out Divine Weapons, can they?”

“Couldn’t it be that after learning Peak Master Cao had turned into a Great Ability, the Hundred Peaks Sect directly gave a Divine Weapon to his disciples?”

“It must be so.”

“There goes Bei Yan, producing another Divine Weapon.”

In the eyes of the crowd, a Giant Hammer, perfectly matching Bei Yan’s stature, appeared in his hands.

Suddenly, within the Ten Immortal Sects, disciples swiftly turned their heads towards their elders.

“This couldn’t also be a Divine Weapon from some Sect Leader of the Hundred Peaks Sect, could it?”

Under the watchful eyes of the disciples, some elders shook their heads, while others openly said, “That is not a Divine Weapon of any Sect Leader from the Hundred Peaks Sect.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately nodded, adopting an ‘I knew it’ attitude, “As expected, I said it.

Even if the Hundred Peaks Sect values Four Treasures Peak highly, they couldn’t give all the Sect Leaders’ used Divine Weapons to Four Treasures Peak.

Wouldn’t the people from the other peaks have opinions?”

“Yes, the Hundred Peaks Sect’s number one peak is Flying Immortal Peak, and they would be the first to object.”

In the voices of the crowd, the words of several elders were heard once again.

“Although this one is not a Sect Leader’s Divine Weapon from the Hundred Peaks Sect, it is indeed the Divine Weapon of their Young Master, the fifth generation Grand Elder, named the Flowing Cloud Fire Thunder Hammer.”

“The Grand Elder’s Divine Weapon.”

“This… although it’s not a Sect Leader’s used Divine Weapon, it’s almost the same.”

“The Grand Elder may not necessarily be weaker than the Sect Leader.”

“This…”

Across from Bei Yan, Zhao Fuzong’s hands, left and right, each summoned a Divine Weapon, one long and one short, two slender Sharp Swords.

One was silver and the other black, one long and one short.

The longer sword, even though longer, was still much shorter than a normal sword, while the shorter one resembled a dagger more.

As these two Sharp Swords emerged, waves of sharp presence also swept across the platform.

“The Yin Yang Mother and Child swords of the Ming Xin Sect’s seventh generation Sect Leader!”

“Zhao Fuzong’s Divine Weapon is not weaker than that of Bei Yan.”

“No, Bei Yan’s Divine Weapon is still stronger.

The Yin Yang Mother and Child Swords, although two separate swords, can also be regarded as one Divine Weapon.”

“We can’t just look at the Divine Weapons, the combat between the two will also depend on their Cultivation Bases, their Divine Skills.”

Under everyone’s gaze, Bei Yan and Zhao Fuzong, as if they had agreed upon it, each released their own Golden Core.

Zhao Fuzong’s Golden Core was clearly an extraordinary one, but the visions within seemed somewhat illusory and fleeting, even giving the impression that there were no visions at all in his Golden Core.

Yet with each breath, streaks of light would flash across it.

Although his was a Golden Core with visions, the crowd could not discern what those visions actually were.

Opposite him, Little Beiyan’s body was adorned with ten Golden Cores that displayed a completely different apparition.

Roaring flames flickered around evil auras, alongside a pagoda, a gigantic war hammer, and seven treasures of gold, silver, glazed glass, red coral, amber, giant clam, and agate.

Each of the ten Golden Cores projected a distinct apparition.

Besides, other than the seven treasures which were connected, the war hammer, pagoda, and the flaming rooster with an evil aura seemed to have no correlation at all.

The crowd was not seeing Bei Yan’s apparition for the first time, yet they had already grown accustomed to it.

The reason they originally thought Bei Yan was above Ling Xi was precisely because Bei Yan’s apparition was so extraordinary.

The referee under the arena seemed to have intentionally waited for Bei Yan and Zhao Fuzong to release their Golden Cores; only now did he loudly announce, “Begin.”

As the word fell, Zhao Fuzong’s figure vanished from the stage, true to his name, without a trace.

The next moment, a figure nearly as tall as Bei Yan appeared behind him, and at the same time, a longer silver sharp sword was already thrusting towards Bei Yan’s neck.

Almost simultaneously, from among Bei Yan’s ten Golden Cores, the flaming rooster bellowed a cry, and below Bei Yan, on the stage, a light circle mixed with red and purple hues suddenly emerged.

The red light was as scalding as burning fire, while the purple was like thunder from beyond the Nine Heavens, filled with a terrifying might that seemed capable of annihilating everything.

Earth Fire Thunder Light Circle!

The Earth Fire Thunder Light Circle was not a Divine Skill that attacked the opponent directly but clung to the user’s body, allowing the caster’s strikes to be infused with the power of thunder and flame.

Originally, when he and Xiang Ziyu had ventured to the secret library of Divine Skills, although he didn’t choose two different Divine Skills as Xiang Ziyu did, and cultivated into a powerful Divine Skill like the Record of Deities and Demons, the Earth Fire Thunder Light Circle was perfectly suited to his Flowing Cloud Fire Thunder Hammer.

Zhao Fuzong’s sword strike was incredibly fast, but the crowing of the rooster above Bei Yan’s head was like a warning, and he seemed to have anticipated Zhao Fuzong’s attack.

Without turning his head, he directly swung the Flowing Cloud Fire Thunder Hammer backward.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound erupted in the air as if compressing it to the point of explosion.

Atop the Giant Hammer, the searing flame and wild lightning merged, perfectly blocking the path of the descending sharp sword.

The sharp sword and the Giant Hammer collided heavily.

Instantly, a sound as though mountains were shattering boomed, and blinding sparks scattered in all directions.

From within the Flowing Cloud Fire Thunder Hammer, a mass of clouds shot out, rapidly ascending above Zhao Fuzong’s head.

Countless flames and thunderbolts poured down, frenetically smashing towards Zhao Fuzong.

Yet Zhao Fuzong’s figure shifted again, reappearing in front of Bei Yan, as the dagger-like short sword thrust forward.

Almost at the same moment on top of Bei Yan’s Golden Core, the flaming rooster crowed once more, and in Bei Yan’s hand, the Shocking Evil Tower suddenly shook, emitting a visible sonic wave from the tower as its epicenter.

The air around him vibrated in response, briefly causing a hesitation in the movement of Zhao Fuzong’s sharp sword.

Bei Yan took advantage of the opportunity to retreat and distance himself from Zhao Fuzong, meanwhile asking, “How old are you this year?”

Zhao Fuzong had sparred with countless people, encountering various kinds of opponents, yet he had never faced a situation like today, where someone asked him his age in the midst of battle?

After his two consecutive attacks were thwarted, he no longer pursued and, while observing the Golden Core apparitions with the flaming rooster on Bei Yan, he answered, “I am seventy-six years old this year, why do you ask?”

“You’re that old already?” Bei Yan looked at Zhao Fuzong in shock, exclaiming, “I thought you were about the same age as me.”

As he spoke, he also gestured to his own height and then to the height of Zhao Fuzong.