I Can See Your Combat Power

“Hey, quit daydreaming.” Tang Luo shook the Heavenly Dragon’s Shadow, waking up Gongshu and asked, “When will this void storm end?”

It was always better to clarify some things. After all, with the experience of the Nether Realm, thinking of the possibility that this storm might last eight or ten days, it wasn’t worth messing with.

The awakened Gongshu reluctantly looked towards the distant Gloaming Valley, then turned his head and chuckled at Tang Luo, “Senior is truly blessed. I did not expect a void storm to appear so close. But it’s too cold up here, my breath is somewhat short. May we first descend to the ground so that I may relay the details to you, senior?”

“Seriously? Your body is so weak.” Tang Luo looked at the breathless Gongshu and laughed, “You can’t even withstand the cold after losing some spiritual power. This Four Imperial Spirit Seals technique you have is really too weak…”

Shaking his head, Tang Luo infused some Innate Qi into Gongshu and began to descend to the ground with him. When facing the Xiehe remnant tribe, he wouldn’t refuse such a small request.

The descent was quick; soon, the altar and dense forest appeared in their view. Two middle-aged men were obediently sitting nearby – both of them missing an arm. On seeing Tang Luo descend with Gongshu, they became even more nervous.

“I’ve never seen such obedient prisoners,” Tang Luo thought to himself. He released the Heavenly Dragon’s Shadow’s shackles and was just about to ask Gongshu some more questions when he sensed a violent surge of blood and spiritual power within the middle-aged man next to him. This surge was overwhelming, like a tsunami hitting the land. The power was astonishing.

Turning to look, the previous fawning and helplessly weak Gongshu now exhibited firmness and resolve. In his eyes was the same fearless determination to face death, just like the young guard Tang Luo had earlier trampled on.

“True Spirits of the Four Imperial Seals, wandering progenitor of the icy soul! With my blood as guide and the heart of Primary Qi as the foundation, please listen to my request and bestow divine power to freeze all the world around. Let everything become ice. Use the power of Xuanming to create a freezing coffin and seal the enemy before me!”

With Gongshu’s incantation, a massive amount of blood mixed with yuan Qi was expelled from his pores. The world became a vast expanse of white. In the incredulous gazes of both Gong Young and Gong Wang, an infinite amount of pure icy power condensed into a coffin that completely sealed Tang Luo in.

As for Gongshu, who had made all these arrangements, his body’s flesh and spiritual power had evaporated, leaving only his skin clinging to his bones. His life was clearly nearing its end.

In an instant, the middle-aged man, who had done everything possible to save his own life, had, after landing, sacrificed his own blood and flesh, invoked Xuanming’s cold coffin, and sealed Tang Luo.

Gong Yang and Gong Wang were stunned. They simply could not believe that this was the same person who had been so afraid of death and had been sneaky and sly as their captain.

“Im…immediately…return to the village…inform the Spirit King, there’s a… void storm… in Gloaming Valley…”

After uttering these words, Gongshu seemed to gasp his last breath. But his skeletal body stood straight, reminiscent of an eternal snow-capped mountain.

With tear-filled eyes, Gong Yang and Gong Wang wiped their faces vigorously. They got up and headed towards Han Water village, ignoring the severed arms nearby. They needed to report their captain’s sacrifice and his obtained information as quickly as possible!

As the two retreated, the place became a silent ice field. Everything under the heavens and earth besides the altar was frozen. Even time seemed to stop as if mourning for Gongshu.

However, in the eyes of the skeletal middle-aged man, there seemed to be some lingering sentiments, like a sense of reluctance and triumph.

A mediocre middle-aged captain had sacrificed his own life, froze a powerful enemy, and transmitted the news of the void storm. The recognition for his sacrifice might only be a simple record in the Han Water village, but Gongshu was proud.

He was not an extraordinary Spirit Controller. His selection in his teenage years was only due to good luck. And his subsequent training in Spirit Arts and combat achievements were all mediocre.

Even such a situation had led him to his middle age. It had allowed him to become the head of the Han Water village defense team, which could only be called divine favor.

From a certain perspective, he was a beneficiary of resource scarcity because if he were placed in any other Shui tribe town with his current combat ability, he would at most be a mere city guard.

But after all, he was the defense team leader of Han Water village. He also wanted to watch his village flourish, and his every child could get the Imperial Seal. But there was only so much Divine Jade allocated every year. Han Water always had fighters eager to go to the Nether Realm to exploit Divine Jade, but none had ever returned.

The Han Water village line, sandwiched between Fei Yan City and Hou Tu City, seemed to have been forgotten by the main clan, just barely existing.

But after today, everything would get better. That void storm was in the Gloaming Valley, not far from Han Water village. As long as the village’s Spirit King could reach there first, even if only a thousand Divine Jades were grabbed, it meant that in future, the Han Water Village would have a thousand more bearers of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals.

If one or two more Spirit Kings could emerge, then everything would be…so great…

The final light in his eyes dimmed, and Gongshu died. Amid the silent frosted plain, the sound of “crack crack” shattered the silence.

The Xuanming cold coffin, which sealed the young warrior, was shattered into pieces and spread all over the ground, revealing an unscathed Tang Luo inside. ℞àꞐố𐌱Ęṡ

“Sigh… Why are they all like this? How desperate were the human race in ancient times? They die so easily, with no hesitation at all.”

The Tang Luo, who had shattered the cold coffin, looked at Gongshu, who had already become a corpse, sighed deeply and said, “What can’t be talked about nicely? I didn’t say I would monopolize the Divine Jade…”

Put simply, he was there to take part in the second martial trial of the Martial Saint Mountain. Judging by the difficulty of this trial, unless Martial Saint Mountain had special treatment for him, those that could enter the second trial could only try to protect their Divine Jade as much as possible. As for how many Divine Jades could be obtained after the storm, it all depended on luck.

Looking at it this way, he didn’t need to monopolize the Divine Jade. And if he didn’t monopolize it, he could potentially cooperate with the power that Gongshu belonged to.

As for the severed arms, he could reattach them. He could even give them a cover of Innate Qi as a bonus. He guaranteed that they would want to sever their arms again after trying it.

With a sigh, Tang Luo gently closed Gongshu’s eyes and shook his head: “It’s clearly a win-win situation, but you had to make it a life-or-death situation. Now what? When your Spirit King comes, should I beat him up or… beat him up? You can really cause me trouble.”

As a martial arts expert, one of the most important abilities is to instantly spot the flaws and bottlenecks in one’s technique – this is even more important than natural talent.

Many gifted martial arts masters ended up spending their entire lives on the wrong path due to the lack of this ability, only to find the ceiling unreachable when they looked back.

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