Fantasy: I m Really Not A Supreme Master! - Chapter 384
Chapter 384: Chapter 341 Snow Emperor_1
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In an instant, an area with a radius of ten thousand li was directly sealed by this terrifying game of chess.
The world was in shock.
Even the Saint Monarchs of the Golden-Winged Peng Tribe were looking grave!
“That person… why does he feel familiar to me?!”
Jīnlán Saint Monarch murmured.
“There are only a few in the ancient history with such prowess in chess…”
Jin Feng speculated.
Amidst the discussions of the crowd, high above in the sky vault, the Yu Kong Flying Ship of the Celestial Tribe slowly descended, while that terrifying old man standing in the chessboard formation remained aloft, seemingly gazing at the Primordial Mountain Range from afar.
The flying ship of the Celestial Tribe finally landed.
Under the gaze of the crowd, a middle-aged man with an incredibly powerful aura stepped down from the warship of the Celestial Tribe, one step at a time!
“The Saint Monarch of the Celestial Tribe… Tian Haoyuan!”
“Although he is not the Saint Master of the Celestial Tribe, his status is second only to the Saint Master within the tribe…”
“During the last incident in Kirin Valley, the Celestial Tribe was involved; now they have come to the Three Lives Great Marsh again; their plots are grand indeed!”
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The world was looking on with utmost gravity.
Following Tian Haoyuan, the Saint Monarch of the Celestial Tribe, were two other elders with similarly strong auras, both Saint Monarchs,
as well as a young man in a silver robe.
Tian Zhiming!
He led the five hundred human prodigies who had boarded the ship – all were recruited by the Celestial Tribe a few days before.
Among the five hundred human prodigies following Tian Zhiming, there was a middle-aged man…
His face was now wearing a look of astonishment.
It was none other than Ao Wushuang!
“Damn it… this… this place is the Northern Immortal Domain…”
Ao Wushuang suddenly had a bad feeling.
After all the hard effort to escape from the Northern Immortal Domain, was he brought back here again by the Celestial Tribe?
——After the Celestial Tribe had taken the five hundred human prodigies, they had casually given them some elixirs and cultivation techniques and gathered them onto the Yu Kong Flying Ship.
They claimed it was for a trial, and only those who passed the trial could formally join the Celestial Tribe.
Therefore, Ao Wushuang was looking forward to it. As long as he completed the task and passed the trial, his life of wandering and fleeing… could come to an end.
He would have a powerful leg to cling to!
But the flying ship’s route was increasingly off… And in the end, it actually returned to the Northern Immortal Domain?!
This is just… ridiculous.
He felt… there was something about the Northern Immortal Domain that clashed with him!
Bracing himself, he consoled himself, saying:
“It’s fine, it’s fine, this place is quite far from the Northern Border… It shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t be!”
At this moment, Jīnlán Saint Monarch of the Golden-Winged Peng Tribe already spoke out:
“Tian Haoyuan of the Celestial Tribe, we bear no grudge against your tribe, so why seal off this area?!”
“Does the Celestial Tribe intend to make a move against us?!”
His expression was somewhat gloomy.
As members of the Imperial Clans, the Golden-Winged Peng Tribe was no weaker than the Celestial Tribe.
Their method of directly sealing off an entire region, including them…
was too much.
Upon hearing this, Tian Haoyuan, the Saint Monarch of the Celestial Tribe, simply smiled softly and said:
“You are taking it too seriously, Jindan Dao brother. There was no intention to target the Golden-Winged Great Peng Race at all.”
As he spoke, he glanced over the other Ancient Clans present and explained:
“Rest assured, our Celestial Tribe harbors no ill intent!”
Upon hearing this, everyone who had been on edge relaxed a bit.
“Then what is the reason for this action?”
Jin Feng, the Saint Monarch of the Golden-Winged Peng Tribe, continued to press for answers.
Tian Haoyuan gave a slight smile, his eyes shifting, and then looked directly at the area where the Ji Family were:
“Of course, it is to prevent some ants from the Northern Immortal Domain from disturbing everyone’s entry into the Three Lives Great Marsh.”
He was very direct, staring at Ji Tianpan as he said:
“Ji Tianpan of the Ji Family, is it? You can state your last words now.”
“Today, all members of the Ji Family here… must die.”
Brazen!
The crowd turned their gaze toward the Ji Family.
In the midst of the five hundred human prodigies brought by the Celestial Tribe, Ao Wushuang also looked up, but the next moment, he froze.
He saw…
Fatty…
Dog…
Jiang Li…
His face suddenly filled with an expression of doubting life itself!
Cold sweat instantly broke out, and he subconsciously shuffled backward!!
…
In the Ji Family’s area, upon hearing Tian Haoyuan’s words, Ji Tianpan’s eyes ignited with an unparalleled fury!
He abruptly stepped forward, bellowing out loud,
“Celestial Tribe, scum of the Human Race!”
“Years ago, when the ‘Snow Emperor’ saw your tribe was weak, she lent a hand. Only then did your Celestial Ancestor Emperor enjoy a lifetime of glory… But, your Celestial Tribe, at the moment of catastrophe, betrayed and attacked the ‘Snow Emperor,’ causing her demise through the ages…”
Ji Tianpan, burning with rage, said,
“You even dare to name yourselves Celestial… to break away from the Human Race? Today, do you even dare to show yourselves on Ji Family’s land?!”
“Today, every last one of the Celestial Tribe will be killed on sight!”
His intention to kill boiled over!
The tale he spoke of was a not-so-secret secret among the Seven Human Tribes—
—The Snow Emperor, the most legendary Ancestor Emperor among the Seven Human Tribes and the only Empress among the Seven Emperors.
The Ancestor Emperor of the Jiang Family… her name was Snow, hence the title Snow Emperor!
The Snow Emperor became an empress even before Ji Xuanyuan.
Though a woman, her life… was like a legend.
Rising from the commonplace, she remained undefeated throughout her life. With a mere gesture, her peers would fall silent; with a backward glance, the Ten Thousand Tribes would tremble in fear.
In that era, when the Human Race was frail and served as blood food for the Ten Thousand Tribes, struggling in blood and fire,
The Snow Emperor, in white garments, slaughtered countless halls of the Ancient Clan, slaughtered innumerable Great Saints of the Ancient Clan, silencing the emperors of the Ancient Clan and single-handedly propping up the sky of the Human Race.
She named herself the Snow Emperor, but in that age, the Ten Thousand Tribes called her the “Blood Emperor”!
The Celestial Tribe… was nothing more than a Tribe she had once granted her favor to.
However, later on, when disaster struck and the Ten Thousand Tribes retreated, the Snow Emperor faced it alone with great courage, willing to block a century of calamity for the Immortal Domain.
The Celestial Ancestor Emperor… repaid kindness with treachery, joining forces with many Ancient Clans to launch a sneak attack!
The undefeated Snow Emperor, the one who suppressed the Ten Thousand Tribes with a single hand, perished in that great battle!
This was a pain etched deep into the bones of all in the Human Race!
Ji Xuanyuan of Ji Family, when he was at the Great Saint level, had slaughtered countless powerful beings of the Celestial Tribe, rooted in this very same reason, so deep was the hatred as the sea!
In Ji Tianpan’s eyes, his murderous intent boiled like the sea, and in his hand, he held the Divine Sword once wielded by Ji Xuanyuan, declaring,
“Meet your death!”
He made his move directly!
The Divine Sword roared with murderous fury, and at that moment, Ji Tianpan transformed into another being, another warrior who, with a single strike of his sword, was invincible under the heavens!
That was Ji Xuanyuan’s sword intent!
“The sword of Ji Xuanyuan when he was a Great Saint…”
Tian Haoyuan’s face changed, and he immediately backed away, totally not daring to withstand the strike!
He also possessed Great Saint level divine artefacts on him, but he dared not meet the attack head-on, for Ji Xuanyuan was an era’s Saint Emperor, and the divine weapon he had wielded carried the emperor’s imperial might!
When the sword intent was unleashed, all in the vicinity were taken aback!
All the tribes were wary, hurrying to retreat!
“Qian Tian Great Saint, please take action and suppress this scoundrel!”
And Tian Haoyuan directly called out to the elder above in the Sky Vault!
Hearing these four words, everyone in the arena changed their faces, utterly shocked.
“Qiantian Chess Saint… what, he’s still alive? And he’s become a Great Saint?”
“This… The Chess Saint who once contended with Ji Xuanyuan!”
“In that epoch, if Ji Xuanyuan hadn’t been so exceptionally talented and become the Saint Emperor, most likely it would have been Qian Tian Great Saint…”
“In their last battle, the Qiantian Chess Saint fought against Ji Xuanyuan at the Three Lives Great Marsh. Everyone thought he had fallen, but who could have imagined, he’s still alive and had been saved by the Celestial Tribe?”
Everyone began speaking out, causing a flurry of discussion!
Because this name was indeed extraordinary.
Someone capable of competing with a Saint Emperor, how could he be weak?
Even though he ultimately failed, he was still an existence that people looked up to!
And up above the Sky Vault, the elder standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the Primordial Mountain Range, seemed to have sensed something. He indifferently lowered his head, glancing at the sword in Ji Tianpan’s hand!
A flash of hatred and anger momentarily passed through his eyes.
In the past, when Ji Xuanyuan was a Saint King, he fought him… and it was here, with that sword, that he was slain!
“The Ji Family, shall be extinguished!”
The Qiantian Chess Saint, with a thunderous shout!
In an instant, countless terrifying lights of the path of chess beneath his feet surged violently towards Ji Tianpan!
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