Brow-Height Staff, Heart Fire Ape

Li Hao had won. In the first duel, everyone had witnessed the splendor of martial practitioners—it was visually spectacular, and they felt that martial masters were indeed not weak. By the second duel... no one had the heart to praise anything. There was only brutality! Only in this moment did they truly understand what the jianghu was, what the martial world truly meant! The Silver Moon martial world of more than twenty years ago had been precisely like this. People died every day; every day, people were killed either while seeking vengeance or on the receiving end of it. What were they fighting for? For fame, for profit, or perhaps... the very essence of a martial master existed for slaughter. From the moment martial masters came into being, they existed for slaughter. Surpassing mortal power, pushing the limits of the human body. Carving out their own name, surpassing their predecessors. All of this was the Dao of the martial master. "Why... did someone have to die?" This was what several supers wondered. Though supers could be cruel, they usually fought for benefits or treasures, whereas these clashing martial masters were fighting merely over grudges from decades past—grudges that had even bled into the next generation. Only in the final moment did shock truly set in. People looked at Li Hao, their faces painted with disbelief. Even Hao Lianchuan could hardly believe it. Was this Li Hao? That kid who had only been practicing the martial path for a few years? In a duel, he had actually slain a Hundred-Breaker culmination martial master—one who had even vaguely touched the Thousand-Battler realm! Hao Lianchuan wondered: what if the one in the ring just now had been a super? Would an early-stage Solar Radiance super have killed Li Hao, or been killed by him? A martial master's true terror would only fully reveal itself once they comprehended momentum. Oppression on a spiritual level! If a martial master truly stepped into Thousand-Battler, supers of the same tier stood no chance at all; the mere suppression of grand momentum would cripple ninety percent of them. Unless their ability was unusual, direct-attack supers were almost never a match for martial masters of the same tier. Fame earned in a single battle! After this fight, the name of Li Hao, inheritor of the Five Animals, would likely resound throughout Silver Moon. It had been many years since the Silver Moon martial world had seen such a young powerhouse emerge. Up ahead, Liu Long and his group hurried forward and helped Li Hao up. Seeing him covered in blood, Liu Long frowned slightly without a word, supporting him as they headed toward the perimeter. The atmosphere here... was simply too suffocating! So suffocating that even he, a Thousand-Battler, wanted to get away. And at this moment, people in every direction felt that crushing heaviness. Sun Yifei was like a volcano on the brink of erupting. He handed Sun Moxian's corpse to Sun Hongxiu, his lips trembling slightly. "Go!" Take your eldest senior brother's corpse and go back! Return to the central region! From the moment Li Hao killed Sun Moxian, Sun Yifei knew that today... he might not be able to walk away. Yuan Shuo's disciple had made such staggering progress in just a few years—so what about Yuan Shuo himself? Right now, he could choose to avoid the fight. Yet... was that possible? He was the Brow-Height Staff King! His disciple had already paid with his life on the road to avenging him. Could Sun Yifei walk away? Could he refuse to fight? No, he could not! "Master!" The two surviving disciples cried out through tears, clutching Sun Moxian's corpse as their tears streamed uncontrollably. They were still too young. Had Sun Moxian still lived, he might have understood their master's heart and accepted it. Sun Hongxiu and the other young man were too young and inexperienced to understand. Sun Yifei looked at Sun Hongxiu and patted her shoulder, his eyes fixed on her. Sun Moxian was dead; now, the legacy of the Brow-Height Staff rested entirely on her shoulders. He had other disciples, but those he had brought along were naturally the most talented, intelligent, and worthy of nurturing—even the one in the Ten-Slayer realm was full of promise. He did not want all of them to die here, severing the lineage of the Brow-Height Staff. Tears fell from Sun Hongxiu and the young man, but they quickly wiped them away. Sun Hongxiu dropped to her knees and kowtowed. A moment later, Sun Hongxiu hoisted the corpse onto her back and prepared to leave... In the distance, Yuan Shuo spoke softly: "Sun Yifei, why not bury Sun Moxian here in Silver Moon? If he has no family left, let him stay in Silver Moon! The Silver Moon martial world is the true home of martial masters... Since he died in battle here, he might as well be buried here!" The Silver Moon martial world! Sun Yifei looked at him. After a long moment, a smile crept onto his face. His long staff surged into the air, and in an instant, a single strike blasted a massive crater into the earth. "He has no family. I am his family!" Sun Yifei laughed. "Very well... Yuan Shuo, you have a point this time. If you die, I will use your head as a sacrifice to my disciple!" Yuan Shuo said calmly, "And if you die... I will see to it you are buried together!" "Fair enough!" Sun Yifei smiled. Stepping forward, he took Sun Moxian's body. Under the reluctant gazes of Sun Hongxiu and her junior brother, he cradled Sun Moxian's corpse and laid it within the deep pit. Returning to the central region... with no family and no master, it would be far too lonely. Better to remain here. This was his master's homeland, his master's roots. Sun Moxian, Sun Hongxiu—all of them had been orphans of war, which was why they bore the surname Sun. The staff reached toward the sky! In an instant, gravel and soil churned. In the blink of an eye, the pit was filled, leaving behind a burial mound. Sun Yifei pulled back his staff. He looked once more toward Sun Hongxiu. Seeing their master's gaze, the two hesitated for a moment before Sun Hongxiu turned on her heel, grabbed her junior brother, and sprinted away, leaving this sorrowful ground behind. Such were martial masters! Preserving the lineage, biding time for vengeance. Sun Yifei had never said a word about letting vengeance go—that was out of the question. As long as the legacy of the Brow-Height Staff endured, vengeance would continue! Until one day, the Brow-Height Staff vanished completely from the martial world. Otherwise, the Brow-Height Staff would surely return to Silver Moon to battle the disciples of the Five Animals once more! Yuan Shuo knew this, Li Hao knew this, and all the martial masters knew this. Yet no one intervened to stop them! Martial masters were often like this: a vicious, savage bunch, yet possessed of what looked like hypocritical benevolence. In duels of martial arts, exterminating an entire lineage was exceedingly rare. Even knowing full well the benefits of pulling up weeds by their roots, practically no one ever did so. They knew someone would come for revenge, so they waited for it; they wouldn't even hunt them down before their martial arts reached maturity. In old age, they would take on disciples, taking on a final closing disciple to guard the gate and await their enemies' return, rather than seeking out their foes while they still had strength left to fight and slaughtering them. All because of the rules! No one had legislated these rules; they were traditions passed down from generation to generation. Yuan Shuo had slain so many people, yet most of them were combatants he had faced; he rarely laid hands on their disciples unless they attacked him first. Hence, Yuan Shuo had an abundance of enemies. An endless stream of foes! Only when those people felt they could never possibly take revenge, or when they naturally died out from the martial lineages, would the grudges scatter like smoke. *** Sun Hongxiu and her companion departed. No one blocked them. No one even dared to move. In this moment, Sun Yifei's fierce gaze swept over the surroundings, brimming with savagery. He glared at everyone, looking at everyone except Yuan Shuo. He was waiting—waiting for his disciples to get farther away, perhaps even leave Silver Moon entirely. He knew Yuan Shuo would wait. In the distance, anyone his gaze fell upon—be they Solar Radiance or Three Sols—felt a chill rising from deep within. That look... was brutal, maniacal, thirsty for slaughter. This went on for a full half-hour. And everyone present waited out that agonizing half-hour alongside him. In this moment, whether the Three Great Organizations or the Night Watchers, they shared a silent understanding: nobody wanted to provoke a maddened Sun Yifei right now, a supreme powerhouse of the late Three Sols stage. As for his two disciples, grudge or no grudge, given their strength, nobody paid them much mind anyway. Half an hour later, Sun Yifei suddenly leaped into the air, soaring a hundred meters up in an instant, and alighted in the blink of an eye upon a broken sky bridge. It was the very bridge where he had suffered defeat all those years ago! Below, Yuan Shuo kicked off the ground like a launched rocket, shooting upward in a flash and touching down on the opposite side as lightly as a bird. Affairs of the jianghu were settled in the jianghu. Below, everyone's expressions shifted slightly. Soaring a hundred meters effortlessly was something an ordinary Solar Radiance could manage, but both men did it with absolute ease using the methods of martial masters—and that was extraordinary. *** At this moment, Li Hao was very weak. He looked up into the sky. A moment later, his brows furrowed. He glanced toward an airship off to the side that partially obstructed his view—the people of Bright Island. Those fellows' airship hovered not far from the sky bridge. It wasn't right next to it, floating roughly a hundred meters off, with quite a few people aboard. Yuan Shuo and Sun Yifei faced each other across the gap. Battles between martial masters were usually confined to a small area, and even if they expanded the radius, they would most likely take the fight to the ground. That was why Bright Island hadn't moved and remained stationed there. It happened to be the prime vantage point, offering the best view to watch clearly. Li Hao frowned. Beside him, Liu Long also glanced up, cold disdain showing in his eyes. They were courting death! While it was true that martial master fights covered limited ground—and even supers were usually confined to a localized area rather than expanding endlessly, let alone up into the air where it wouldn't easily reach unless the two fought in midair... Yet whether martial masters or supers, unless they had flight abilities, almost none of them fought suspended in midair. The earth was their home. And yet, were Yuan Shuo and Sun Yifei ordinary people? After a while, Li Hao murmured, "Don't bother with them. There are always people who think they're special and unique. Bright Island was founded by a Heaven-Blessed Divine Master, right?" Beside him, Wang Ming nodded. Bright Island was different from Sword Gate. Sword Gate had been founded by Hong Yitang, but Bright Island was founded by an exceptionally gifted Heaven-Blessed Divine Master. That man had broken through to Solar Radiance early on, and before long smoothly advanced to Three Sols, making it one of the rare major factions in Silver Moon backed by a Three Sols expert. As for martial masters, the fight between Li Hao and Sun Moxian just now had indeed been thrilling. Yet it was only comparable to early Solar Radiance, far removed from Three Sols. Some people were just stubborn fools. Besides, the Bright Island Master fancied himself remarkably strong; moving the ship now would make him look inferior, wouldn't it? Li Hao knew full well that this distance... was far too small. They had no understanding of a martial master's momentum! Once his teacher's momentum was fully unleashed, what was a mere hundred meters? Perhaps that Three Sols would be fine, but those below Three Sols—even Solar Radiance—would be battered by the tremendous momentum, resulting in injury or death. This was pure suicide. He stopped looking over and turned his eyes to his teacher and Sun Yifei in midair. He hoped Sun Yifei's mind would be affected by Sun Moxian's death; otherwise, his battle with Sun Moxian would lose some of its significance. *** In midair. The bridge was broken right down the middle, with each standing on one side. One man on each end. Sun Yifei's eyes were still fierce, but he had regained some semblance of calm. He looked at Yuan Shuo, and after a long silence, spoke: "You ruined the Silver Moon martial world!" Yuan Shuo laughed. "Perhaps. Have you learned to lecture me with moral righteousness now?" Did it count? Perhaps it did! He had failed to step into Thousand-Battler—or rather, failed to do so twenty years ago. The decline of the Silver Moon martial world was largely tied to him. Had he achieved Thousand-Battler back then, so many Hundred-Breaker culminations would not have died, and those remaining might all have broken through to Thousand-Battler. Such were martial masters—a strange, wondrous breed. With Yuan Shuo dominating Silver Moon without breaking through, everyone seemed to remain stuck. Yet had Yuan Shuo broken through, Thousand-Battlers would have sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain. This wasn't unique to one era; it had been true across many eras. One person defined the ceiling of the martial world! Once that ceiling was shattered, many would ride the momentum to break through one after another, seeking the next frontier. If the ceiling was never broken, unless someone beat the person who set it to death... that era would take that person as its absolute limit. An extraordinarily peculiar state of affairs. "I'm not lecturing you!" Sun Yifei was very calm. "I only feel resentment and regret! Because your ceiling kept us from beholding the beauty of Thousand-Battler, kept us from taking another step... My only regret is that back then, we failed to defeat you and drag you down from your throne! "That is my first regret. My second is that I became a super and could not fight you with the pure power of a martial master! "My third is that I fell short of my disciple. Perhaps back then I should have fought tooth and nail until my dying breath, jumping off the cliff... That was the humiliation of my life!" Yuan Shuo looked at him and nodded. "This time, you can fight to the bitter end!" "Yuan Shuo, I hope... you won't disappoint me!" With those words, his staff rose level with his brows. Holding it with one hand, he leveled it at Yuan Shuo: "Come, fight!" Boom! Before a single move was launched, sky-scorching flames surged as if to incinerate the heavens and earth. Fire-element supernatural power! Fire excelled at offense. Many attack-oriented supers were of the fire element, which also symbolized explosive ferocity. The moment the flames flared, Hao Lianchuan down below turned pale. He too was a fire-element super, and also a Three Sols. Yet when Sun Yifei unleashed his flames, Hao Lianchuan suddenly felt that comparing his own fire energy to Sun Yifei's... the gap was staggering. Both were Three Sols, yet such a disparity existed, baffling him. Of course, if he wielded the Fire Phoenix Spear, he could probably unleash comparable power. Yet while Sun Yifei's Brow-Height Staff was forged from top-tier materials, it was far from matching the level of the Fire Phoenix Spear. Across from him, Yuan Shuo narrowed his eyes. The surging flames gathered along the staff, turning it into something akin to a fire dragon, immensely formidable. Clearly, Sun Yifei's stance was unmistakable: He intended to defeat and kill Yuan Shuo using the methods of a martial master. He was merely using his fire supernatural energy as inner force. At that moment, Yuan Shuo transformed as well. The temperature of the flames was too intense for the mortal body to bear, and Yuan Shuo now seemed to morph into a fire ape, an ape-like silhouette projecting into everyone's minds. From the very outset, the Heart Fire Ape possessed him! Sun Yifei's eyes flared brilliantly! In this instant, he seemed to perceive something, discover something. He stared at Yuan Shuo, unable to conceal the ecstasy in his eyes—the sheer euphoria of meeting a worthy rival! Others could not understand it, but he could. Further below, Hong Yitang frowned slightly; he vaguely understood a fraction, yet still didn't fully comprehend. The Ape momentum of the Five Animals momentum! Yet it was different from anything seen before. That sensation... made even him, a Three Sols, feel inadequate. Meanwhile, Red Moon, Yama, and Feitian all stirred with slight commotion. Before they could speculate— In a flash, everyone witnessed an appalling sight. In midair, the fire ape struck first! Raising one hand to prop up the heavens, it slammed a palm downward, as though shattering the void! Five Animals Art, Ape Art! "Fight!" Sun Yifei was also delirious with joy. He cleaved downward with his staff like heaven and earth tearing apart. In an instant, staff and giant palm collided, detonating on impact, fire erupting in every direction. The two instantly swapped positions, leaping and crisscrossing in the air. Rumble! If Li Hao and Sun Moxian's bout had still been a mortal clash, these two truly commanded the power of Land Deities. Under their collision, the entire sky turned crimson. A late Three Sols battling a Spirit Nourishing martial master! Yuan Shuo no longer had his usual calm composure. Like a crazed old ape, fiery light blazing in his eyes, he threw punches, his long arms tearing through the sky. A punch smashed down, and his single hand seized the staff, unleashing a burst of blazing fire. The moment they clashed, flames showered outward. Boom! Boom! They moved so fast that Li Hao and the others could barely follow with their eyes. A clash at this level was far beyond them. Apart from a few Three Sols who could make out some details, even Solar Radiance combatants struggled to discern how they traded blows. All they could see was the ferocious Heart Fire Ape throwing punch after punch; dozens of punches flew, yet in the eyes of onlookers, they merged into a single blow. Meanwhile, the Brow-Height Staff rolled up and down, filled with aesthetic grace. Right then, the two suddenly shifted trajectory, treading through the air and rapidly veering away from their original spot. A hundred meters? What was a hundred meters to them? Merely a single stride! *** In midair. Nearly a hundred people stood aboard Bright Island's airship. It was crowded, though quite a few were Starlight Masters who wouldn't be entering the ruins anyway. At this moment, they were watching, utterly entranced. Aboard the vessel, a young Heaven-Blessed Divine Master frowned slightly. They... seemed to be coming this way. He had anchored the airship here originally just to display Bright Island's might. When Yuan Shuo and the other ascended, he felt there was no need to back off; retreating would have made him lose far too much face. He was a Heaven-Blessed Divine Master, one of the rare Three Sols in Silver Moon. Ever since his debut, everything had gone smoothly for him. He had successfully founded Bright Island, growing it into a formidable organization. Even the local branches of the Three Great Organizations, as well as the Night Watchers, gave him face, unwilling to clash with this local Three Sols Heaven-Blessed Divine Master. Thus, the Bright Island Master was arrogant—arrogant with the standing and confidence to back it up. Yet right now, his heart trembled. Not good! "Hurry—" Before he could finish his sentence, a staff pierced through heaven and earth, crashing down in an instant! Shocked, the Bright Island Master barked in fury. Being a powerhouse himself, he threw a punch that shone like a sun falling from the sky—the Bright Divine Fist. These two were doing this on purpose! He could sense it: those two bastards were intentionally steering their clash in his direction. Yet... no sooner had his Bright Divine Fist launched than a colossal flaming fist descended toward him, titanic in scale, as though a sky-propping giant ape were throwing a punch through the void! Boom! In an instant, an overwhelming momentum erupted, detonating like a flaming mountain in the Bright Island Master's mind. He saw a great ape tearing heaven and earth apart! His eyes grew dazed and unfocused. Such was the momentum of a martial master. Anyone who had never experienced or comprehended it would never understand how terrifying momentum became at Yuan Shuo's level. The Bright Island Master was a Heaven-Blessed Divine Master, but he knew far too little about martial masters. In the distance, Hong Yitang sneered, then shook his head, sighing inwardly. There was never any shortage of hardheaded fools. Watching from the ground was one thing, but looking down on them from the sky as if watching a monkey show? Both were towering martial masters, ruthless old monsters who had once run rampant without rival. You dare look down on them? You are truly courting death! A Heaven-Blessed Divine Master? A Three Sols? From today on, Bright Island might cease to exist. A Three Sols was strong, but that depended on whom they were facing. In that instant, everyone witnessed a horrifying spectacle: the immensely powerful Bright Island Master unleashed his Bright Divine Fist, only for a far greater fist to slam forward, shattering his fist and tearing his defense wide open! At that exact split second, a glowing-red staff came crashing down! This strike was peerless and all-consuming, instantly incinerating everything in its path. With a deafening boom, the hovering airship was snapped cleanly in half, and the Bright Island Master in the center... vanished completely! No, only a faint wisp of light energy remained. The colossal fist crashed down in full, detonating the bisected airship into smithereens! Screams and shrieks rose in chorus. Surviving Bright Island supers tumbled toward the ground. Falling at terrifying speed! Several supers with flight abilities suddenly screamed in terror... They couldn't fly! In this airspace, momentum reigned supreme; it was practically a domain. Within this domain, they could not break through the momentum seal cast by the two powerhouses. Their supernatural energy was completely suppressed. Thud! Thud! Thud! A series of heavy impacts rang out as the supers, their powers locked away, plummeted from over a hundred meters in the air! Except for a fortunate few, the rest were instantly smashed into paste. Among the lucky few, some were caught by supers below—caught out of necessity because they fell straight into their camps—while a few grabbed onto the cliff edges along the gorge, narrowly escaping with their lives. The mighty Bright Island, boasting nearly a hundred supers, was virtually wiped out by the two men in an instant, leaving only seven or eight lucky survivors! The Three Sols Bright Island Master himself had been reduced to ash by a single punch and a single staff strike. In that instant... between heaven and earth, only the agonized wails of the few survivors remained. *** Over in the Feitian camp. A group of cloaked powerhouses stood frozen as if struck by an immobilization spell, gazing up at the sky. Beneath their hoods, only pairs of horror-stricken eyes were visible. Martial masters? Could they reach such a height? Everyone knew Yuan Shuo had killed Duan Tian, but none had imagined he could kill a Three Sols so effortlessly. *** Over at Red Moon. Hao Kong's expression changed completely. He felt dread, incredulity, and anger. How could Yuan Shuo be this powerful? That punch had shattered the defenses of a Heaven-Blessed Divine Master head-on—and that had been a Three Sols, not a Solar Radiance! Weren't Thousand-Battlers only supposed to be comparable to Solar Radiance? How was this possible! Sun Yifei's strength was understandable, but Yuan Shuo's was utterly incomprehensible. "How could this be..." he muttered, hardly daring to believe, hardly daring to think it. Above Thousand-Battler? At this moment, not just him, but many others conceived the same thought. Yet... that should be impossible! Even in the central region, rumors said a few martial masters had reached this realm, but they rarely took action now, and no one saw them. Those enigmatic powerhouses seemed to have vanished from the central battlegrounds. It was said they had found the path beyond Thousand-Battler. Yet... that was the central region, and there was still no solid proof. Today, in Silver Moon, within this declining martial world, they had actually witnessed a martial master obliterate a Three Sols Heaven-Blessed Divine Master with a single blow. *** Near the Night Watchers. Hao Lianchuan's face shifted repeatedly. Was this Yuan Shuo? Bright Island... was gone. Even if two or three stragglers remained, Bright Island was completely finished. A mid-sized organization, a Three Sols, several Solar Radiances—all destroyed by a single punch and a single staff strike. Incredible! *** Beside Li Hao, Wang Ming's jaw hung open in dazed disbelief. That was a Three Sols, not a Lunar Nether! Gone, just like that? "Teacher!" he gasped softly. In the next instant, his eyes burned with frightening intensity as he muttered, "I want to learn martial arts!" Indeed, he wanted to practice martial arts now. Heavens above, this was a martial master? Li Hao's prowess had already made him feel inferior, but when Yuan Shuo struck, Wang Ming finally understood that Li Hao was nothing by comparison—Li Hao's combat was still mortal, while Yuan Shuo was a true immortal! This was the legendary Land Deity—inconceivably mighty, a being capable of shattering the heavens with a fist. Three Sols or not, could anyone withstand a punch like that? Impossible! Even Director Hao, whom he considered immensely powerful, probably couldn't block it either. He looked over at Hao Lianchuan, and sure enough, saw the director's agape mouth and wide, staring eyes. Evidently, Director Hao was also stunned, scared out of his wits. *** In midair. The two flew back swiftly, landing once more on the broken bridge. Their faces were placid. As if they had merely squashed a few bugs. Looking down on them from overhead—if they didn't kill such people, outsiders would think martial masters were pushovers! If they didn't kill them, those martial masters who had died more than twenty years ago would surely rest uneasy. Back then, when we watched duels, anyone who dared be so disrespectful would have been killed on the spot. Why spare them now? Now that they had killed those insolent fools, both seemed to be in better spirits. As if they had truly swatted a few gnats, neither man even mentioned them. Sun Yifei flicked his staff, looked at Yuan Shuo, and after a long time, murmured softly, "Yuan Shuo, on the martial path, you've won!" Yuan Shuo had reached another plane entirely. "What realm is this?" he asked with yearning and anticipation. The battle had only just begun. Yet he wanted to know—he wanted to know so badly. Was there truly a path beyond Thousand-Battler? He feared that if he didn't ask now, he would never have the chance again. He had to know. "Spirit Nourishing!" Yuan Shuo's voice was calm. "Spirit Nourishing. I've only just stepped through the threshold. And beyond Spirit Nourishing, there is another realm: Spirit Merging!" "Spirit Nourishing... Spirit Merging..." Sun Yifei mumbled to himself, filled with excitement, disappointment, and an undercurrent of unwillingness. He looked at Yuan Shuo. "You... have forged a new world for martial masters... There is hope for all the martial masters under heaven!" He didn't know whether to rejoice or mourn. Looking at Yuan Shuo, he broke into a brilliant smile. "It's worth it. Truly worth it... To learn at this very moment that there is a realm beyond Thousand-Battler! Yuan Shuo, Spirit Nourishing martial master... Come! Let me witness the power of Spirit Nourishing!" "As you wish!" "Roar!" With a thunderous roar, a giant ape manifested once more, but this time, it was different. This giant ape held chains; with one whip of the chains, a hole seemed to tear in the sky. In that instant, a staff pierced heaven and earth. The battle erupted. Only now were they holding nothing back. And the onlookers below had long since been shocked senseless. A Spirit Nourishing martial master! The strike that had just obliterated a Three Sols in one breath had merely been a casual warm-up between two titans. Now, they truly felt the apocalyptic might capable of burning the sky and tearing the earth. In this moment, whether Hao Kong or Yama... all scrambled to contact the outside world by whatever means possible. The world had changed! Sun Yifei battling Yuan Shuo; Yuan Shuo stepping beyond Thousand-Battler to become the first Spirit Nourishing martial master of this era—once this news broke, it would shock and shake martial masters across all ninety-nine provinces under heaven! There truly was a path beyond Thousand-Battler. Those reclusive figures beyond Thousand-Battler in the central region... were they truly Spirit Nourishing, or false? They did not know. Yet Yuan Shuo was undeniably real. Suppressing a late Three Sols super—and a super who had transitioned from being a martial master at that—was something no Thousand-Battler could ever accomplish. *** Rumble! Like thunder, like a volcanic eruption. In the void, two figures flickered and collided. The Heart Fire Ape wielded chains, each lash shattering the sky, while the Brow-Height Staff was equally ferocious; under its force, even the ground below began to crack—and they were still up in the air! From the ground, Li Hao watched, his gaze glued to them. He saw the Heart Fire Ape get suppressed and knocked flying by a staff strike. His expression shifted, inner force churning and sword energy spilling out in his anxiety. His teacher was strong, but for Spirit Nourishing, he had only nurtured the god of a single organ. In terms of realm, his teacher was only equivalent to early Three Sols. Meanwhile, his opponent was a late Three Sols. An ordinary Three Sols was nothing, but Sun Yifei was clearly not ordinary. An impulse seized him: he even wanted to break through to Thousand-Battler right now, nurture his Five Viscera Gods, and join the battle... joining hands with his teacher against the foe. Yet he knew that even if he truly completed the Five Viscera Gods, his teacher would never allow him to step in. This was his teacher's battle, the ultimate dignity of a martial master! And this was the continuation of the Silver Moon martial world's past glory from that fateful battle. At this moment, Li Hao looked around and saw only fear, reverence, and envy. A smile touched his lips. Perhaps this had been his teacher's purpose in accepting the challenge, and Sun Yifei's in issuing it publicly. The martial world of Silver Moon lived on. It had not fallen into ruin! This time, all these supers were shrouded under the might of martial masters, trembling in fear! Teacher... you have to win! Li Hao shouted in his heart, You must win!