Chapter 2842: Chapter 1511: Mei Yu's Hidden Fame Competes Timely, Planting Eight Gates Alters Life and Death
Chapter 2842: Chapter 1511: Mei Yu’s Hidden Fame Competes Timely, Planting Eight Gates Alters Life and Death
The world reappeared before his eyes.
Xu Xiaoshou saw astonished faces.
They were looking at him, looking at the Way of the Sword Disc under his feet; their faces and eyes were swelling with disbelief, eagerness, and a faint trace of jealousy.
Whether it was Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen, or Li Fuyu, Gu Yu…
Slap!
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly clapped his hands, “Wake up!”
The crowd then snapped out of it, some blinking furiously, others quietly slapping their own faces.
The Power Upanishad Formation beneath Xu Xiaoshou’s feet receded, yet reality told everyone that what had just happened was no illusion.
“Is it over?” Mei Siren came back to his senses in a daze.
.com“It’s over,” Xu Xiaoshou looked over with a smile.
“Gained a bit?” Gu Yu asked solemnly from one side.
“Gained a bit.”
Xu Xiaoshou turned his head to look at this player who was supposed to be the third challenger, an old contender, and said with a beaming smile:
“The present me is not the same as the me of the past.”
“I know what Elder Gu wants to say but at this moment…” he paused, “Elder Gu should also know what I am trying to say.”
A profound solemnity spread across Gu Yu’s face, and he remained silent.
He could clearly see that not only had Xu Xiaoshou gained a little, but he had gained a great deal, and his Way of the Sword realm had likely advanced more than just one level; it might even surpass his own!
Such a monster was never like ordinary people; he should be understood as being on the same level as the Bazhun’an, able to transcend epochs and disregard the lapse in time.
But…
Should he withdraw?
As he pondered this, Gu Yu became lost in thought.
Images flashed through his mind of the secluded cave that had delayed him for an era;
of the pastoral life he had left behind to climb the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, the dreams he planted in his youth only to spend his old days in the fields, never to see lively flowers blossom;
of the semi-saint position within the Saint Hall, without which he had only a slim chance to catch up to Mei Siren’s pace;
and many more images…
Finally, the scene froze on the young man before him.
The country always produces new talents, and if he did not compete, snatch, and struggle now, how could he ever reach the ultimate realm of the Ancient Sword Technique?
If he backed down now, it would mean not just avoiding the sharp edge but also shunning the relentless path of the ancient swordsman, as well as the rest of his life!
So…
Should he still avoid it?
Gu Yu suddenly let go and smiled in relief.
The answer, in fact, had been given when he actively sought out the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, seeking an opportunity.
“Xu Xiaoshou, let’s try it out,”
Gu Yu said, slowly raising his sword in his hand.
At that moment, everyone could feel the sword intent around them solidify for an instant.
The sword intent was subtle and slight, with an unworldly feeling, lightly floating in the wind and snow like rising mist.
Upon a closer understanding, it hid a sharp edge inside, but it wasn’t the accumulation and non-release of the Hidden Sword Technique. Rather, it seemed like…
Contradictory?
Xu Xiaoshou frowned.
This was the first time he had ever encountered such a peculiar sword intent.
Gu Yu indeed appeared noncompetitive, but at this moment, he wanted to compete; he was as the sword, and at this moment, as his sword came out of its sheath, it felt ‘out of place’!
Unreasonably, Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill, as if windswept and desolate. He knitted his brows and glanced at Master Siren, his eyes seeking guidance.
“Ah…”
Mei Siren sighed deeply, providing no response and simply shaking his fan before moving far from the arena.
This time he left decisively, and Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t even see what was on his fan.
Non-interference?
That was to be expected; at this stage, each old man had his own choices.
Since Gu Yu had spoken, that meant he had prepared for everything, including achieving fervor or accepting failure.
It didn’t matter how much an outsider said or how much they advised…
It was useless!
“Again?” Feng Zhongzui, who was outside the arena, just grabbed the Dao Imparting Mirror and aimed it at the soon-to-be battleground, ignoring the cold gaze of the old family head, excitedly said:
“The third battle of the Seven Sword Deities… After Lord Shou’s insight, will he fight the first Sword Deity of the initial ranking?”
“Two Elders, Yi Xiao, Li Fuyu, Hua Lai, Bei Tian welcoming Lord Shou; this is the last name, fighting the strongest one!”
“It’s worth mentioning that the strongest of that time may not be the supreme at this moment, because of the insight Lord Shou just had… All the points on his Way of the Sword Power were nearly all lit up!”
“So, true or false, donkey or horse, one fight will tell!”
One must say, Feng Zhongzui was extremely good at finding these gimmicks.
This statement not only excited the spectators from the five regions, arousing their appetite, but even made Yang Xizhi beside him look displeased.
As if the second Sword Deity was nothing…
“It’s called ‘Mei Ziyu’, a second-grade spiritual sword.”
A rather poignant voice arose in the arena, and the mirror’s image appropriately enlarged, the voice amplifying as well:
“A long, long time ago, it was already a second-grade spiritual sword.”
“It has accompanied me through countless mountains and rivers, fought against countless people, including those you know well like You Tu, Mei Siren…”
Seeing Gu Yu’s fingers gently stroke the sword body, Mei Ziyu slightly trembled, brimming with spiritual quality and humming softly.
Compared to the vicious sword, Fourth Sword, Supreme Emperor Sword, Flame Python, Hu, and others, it was quite calm.
Xu Xiaoshou followed the gaze.
The sword was apricot-colored, three feet long, three fingers wide, with grey spots on the sword body like raindrops, blurring the sword body with a layer of mist, extremely mysterious.
“Good sword.”