On the night of the massacre, I dug up the ancestral tomb.

Chapter 17: A Legend of the Martial Arts World

After knocking Tang Zhan away, Yang Xuan landed but did not continue the pursuit. Instead, he gathered his strength and prepared to make his move.

Upon hearing this sound, Yang Xuan's gaze sharpened, sensing all directions.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind arose.

A purple light suddenly appeared high in the sky ahead.

A long river of purple mist, nine feet wide, swept towards the training ground in front of the mourning hall.

In that long river, purple energy transformed into swords, raining down on Qin Shisan, Tang Yuan, and Yang Xuan like a storm of swords.

"A river of sword energy... This is a Grandmaster!" Yang Xuan looked up and immediately saw the river of sword energy in the distance, his heart filled with awe.

At the same time, Yang Xuan pulled his hands together, and a powerful cold aura gathered in his palms. He placed his palms side by side and pushed them forward into the air. The cold aura burst out from his palms and condensed into two cold palm prints, which struck towards the rain of swords.

The chilling palm print exuded a terrifying aura, and wherever it passed, icy crystals condensed on the ground.

At the same time, Yang Xuan dodged and immediately retreated to avoid the rapidly falling rain of swords in the air.

At this moment, Tang Yuan, who was gathering his strength and preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Wei Zhan, immediately swung his sword.

With that slash, the murderous aura on the blade roared out, actually condensing into a fierce tiger that charged towards the river of swords.

This is the Five Tiger Soul-Severing Blade created by the patriarch of Tangjiabao.

If one cultivates to perfection, one can condense a fierce tiger with malevolent energy, and the tiger will pounce, accompanied by a tiger's roar.

The howling sound was terrifying.

And then that one stab.

It is enough to kill a grandmaster when caught off guard.

However, that is a grandmaster's ultimate skill.

At this moment, Tang Yuan could only rely on the residual sword energy in the "Five Tigers Soul-Severing Blade" to unleash this deadly attack.

However, it was not a unique skill he controlled himself, and its power was slightly less than that of a Grandmaster.

At that moment, the rain of swords fell, colliding almost simultaneously with Yang Xuan's Frosty Palm and Tang Yuan's Ferocious Tiger.

At first, the Cold Fiend Palm and the Fiend Tiger managed to withstand those sword qi for a breath and a half.

However, under the repeated impacts of the qi sword, the evil palm shattered, and the qi sword took advantage of the momentum to descend, like a rain of swords pouring down.

Yang Xuan dodged the rain of sword energy that fell like arrows.

At the same time, the ferocious tiger that Tang Yuan had unleashed with his sword was also shattered.

One after another, swords of energy fell, shattering the bluestone bricks on the ground.

Tang Yuan moved swiftly, dodging several sword strikes and slashing them with his blade.

Even so, he was still forced back several meters by the force of the sword strike in front of him.

As Tang Yuan retreated, he staggered, his feet stomping so hard that the bluestone on the ground crumbled before he regained his balance.

At this moment, Tang Yuan's blood and qi were churning, and his breathing became rapid.

Yang Xuan also narrowly avoided the sword strikes, parrying with his short spear but was still knocked back.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Qin Shisan's rain sword was shattered almost instantly by the qi swords.

In addition, a sword rainbow streaked across the sky, slashing towards Qin Shisan.

Qin Shisan used his sword to unleash a sword beam to block, but was instantly slashed away, his body crashing into a pillar of the mourning hall behind him.

Boom!

Qin Shisan landed with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, and the pillars behind him cracked.

"Father!" Qin Zhixue leaped over and helped Qin Shisan up.

Qin Shisan waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong, but looked at the sky ahead with a solemn expression.

Qin Zhixue also looked up.

dong dong!

At this moment, Yang Xuan staggered backward.

Yang Jiuli stepped forward to support Yang Xuan.

As soon as he managed to support his father, Yang Jiuli felt a powerful force surge towards him, and he couldn't hold on and staggered back a few steps.

"The force of this strike has exceeded ten thousand jin!" Yang Jiuli's eyes flickered, and he looked up.

At this moment, Tang Yifan and other martial arts figures outside the mourning hall all looked up.

At this moment, the Sword River had disappeared high in the sky.

But then, a dashing man draped in purple gauze and wearing a python robe was seen walking through the air above the training ground.

After defeating Qin Shisan, this man had already sheathed his sword.

With a flick of his right hand, purple energy swirled out, entangling Wei Zhan's body and pulling him close.

Immediately, he landed on the ground with Wei Zhan in his arms.

The man, holding a purple-gold sword in his left hand and wearing a purple-gold crown, was none other than Wei Wuji, the patriarch of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Wei Wuji entered the Grandmaster realm sixteen years ago.

He was over a hundred years old. Now, he stood straight as a sword, his long hair as black as ink, dancing in the wind. He was a dignified and imposing middle-aged man in his prime. This was the Grandmaster. Stepping into this realm could not only extend one's lifespan.

It can also transform a person, restore their youth, and make them feel like they're living a second life.

"Stepping through the air, sword energy flows like a long river... Indeed, the combat power of a Grandmaster in this world is comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Yang Jiuli whispered.

"If I cannot get close, even if I use the secret technique 'Soul Tide', I will not be able to shake its soul."

The secret technique 'Soul Tide' requires close-range execution in order to invade the opponent's mind with soul power and intimidate their spirit.

Yang Jiuli's mental strength is only at level nine, so he is not yet able to effectively launch a surprise attack on someone two zhang away.

This made him hesitant.

"Luckily, I was prepared!" Yang Jiuli thought to himself with relief.

If I hadn't made preparations beforehand, I would have really capsized in the gutter!

"This is a Grandmaster!" The moment the man landed, Qin Jianhe whispered solemnly outside the mourning hall.

"The Great Wei Dynasty actually has such a person!" Tang Xiao frowned, his face extremely ugly.

They had come to Snowdrift Manor well in advance, with their own grandmaster lying in wait to strike at the crucial moment.

That's why, when Yang Lin mentioned poisoning, Tang Xiao and the others only felt it was a troublesome situation, but were not alarmed.

Because there are grandmasters present, they can still force out the deadly poison for them.

But at this moment, the arrival of the Grandmaster made Tang Xiao feel suffocated.

This is a legend in the martial arts world, a tale of the Jianghu!

I thought that after the passing of the three grandmasters, it would be difficult to find such figures again.

Unexpectedly, a grandmaster has emerged at this moment.

Who in the world can rival him?

"Grandmaster..." The old man Jiang Sheng's hand, which was leaning on his cane, trembled slightly. "This is a legend in the martial arts world!"

"Below the Grandmaster level, all are mere ants. The Great Wei is about to undergo a major upheaval!" Many guests whispered, their hearts skipping a beat, as if they had fallen into an icy abyss.

Grandmasters are practically invincible.

Even though Snowdrift Manor currently has three Grandmasters, they are not comparable to those of the past.

Outside the mourning hall, in the drill ground.

"Third Uncle..." Wei Zhan bowed to Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji nodded slightly, signaling Wei Zhan to step aside.

His gaze shifted, looking at Yang Xuan, Tang Yuan, Qin Shisan, and the others in front of him.

Wei Wuji's gaze was sharp and sinister, like a ferocious beast sizing up its prey.

As a grandmaster, Wei Wuji had clearly developed an invincible mentality that looked down upon the world.

In an instant, many martial arts practitioners in front of the mourning hall held their breath, dared not say a word, and timidly took a few steps back.

The atmosphere was exceptionally heavy; you could hear a pin drop.

"To kill him, we must use our trump card and strike Thunder unexpectedly."

Yang Jiuli's eyes flashed as he looked at Wei Wuji, secretly calculating the difference in combat strength between the two sides.

Yang Jiuli felt an overwhelming surge of true energy emanating from the other party.

This kind of aura is only possessed by Foundation Establishment cultivators in the cultivation world.

Of course, a Grandmaster is still a step below a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

That is mental pressure.

If a Foundation Establishment cultivator were to sweep them with their divine sense, the people in front of them would probably tremble with fear and kneel on the ground.

But when Wei Wuji glanced at it just now, he clearly didn't see that terrifying mental pressure.

"Without the spiritual power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator... there is an opportunity to take advantage!" Yang Jiuli felt much more at ease.

If Wei Wuji still possesses mental strength comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he will be invincible!

"Jiu'er, it seems we've messed up this time!" Yang Xuan glanced at Wei Wuji and then looked at Yang Jiuli and said.