Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 468 - 466: Ninjutsu, Thousand Bird Lightning Slash Technique!
The division of martial artists and ninja levels at the Fusang Sword Saint Palace was something Ye Feng made a point of understanding in detail before setting out from the Northern Cloud Residence. They were broadly divided into upper, middle, and lower levels, with the lower-level martial artists or lower ninjas being the most basic. Above the upper-level ninjas is the Earth Level, above Earth Level is Sky Level, and above Sky Level is the Shadow Level.
As for the Shadow Level, their cultivation realm is roughly equivalent to the powerful beings of the Sacred Realm in the Xuanyuan Nation. It was only then that Ye Feng realized that when there was a disturbance, he had once visited Fusang, but his cultivation level was relatively low at the time, so he did not encounter a true Shadow Level powerhouse taking action.
Of course, back then, the powerful beings at the Shadow Level of the Sword Saint Palace probably deemed his cultivation too low to bother with him, which was, in fact, similar to the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts. Had the Nine Great Sects anticipated that Ye Feng could grow to this extent today, those old men of the Sacred Realm would have taken action long ago.
However, there is no such thing as a regret medicine in this world; now, Ye Feng's strength has surged, and he has undoubtedly surpassed them!
Naturally, at this time, those old Shadow Level beings of the Sword Saint Palace probably still had no idea about Ye Feng's terrifying combat power. Even though they already had received information about the martial arts conference, Ye Feng knew that the typically arrogant Fusang warriors would definitely not take him seriously.
"My Lord, I have a matter that must be reported!"
Just as they were about to arrive at the Fusang Sword Saint Palace, Shadow suddenly appeared behind Ye Feng; it was only then that everyone realized that although Ye Feng had only brought over thirty strong individuals with him on the surface, he had also brought the ghostly Hidden Guards along in secret.
After all, as the leader of the Hidden Guards, Shadow's presence meant that a group of powerful and secretive Hidden Guards were accompanying them. And these Hidden Guards were almost all supernaturally gifted or had special constitutions. Compared to ordinary martial artists, their cultivation realms might not be as high, but their techniques were quite odd and difficult to guard against.
"Speak," said Ye Feng, standing at the bow of the ship with his hands clasped behind his back and his expression stern, an aura of murderous intent surrounding him. Ever since leaving the Northern Cloud Residence, his murderous aura had not ceased. Xiao Chuanqi and the others had followed him for so long and had never seen their lord in such a state.
Standing behind him, Shadow couldn't help but feel immense pressure, inwardly exclaiming at how truly terrifying the lord's strength had become.
"My Lord, according to our intelligence, the Fusang Sword Saint Palace, although it is the heart of Fusang's martial arts sacred land, is not the strongest entity in Fusang," Shadow reported with some difficulty.
"Oh? If the Sword Saint Palace is not Fusang's strongest entity, then what is Fusang's most powerful force?" Ye Feng raised his brows inquisitively, having always thought that the Sword Saint Palace was the pinnacle of Fusang's power.
As for the ninjas of Fusang, while they were somewhat peculiar, they were ultimately just underhanded tricks; ordinary martial artists might find them troublesome, but against real powerhouses, these ninjas would be easily defeated.
Shadow said, "It's the Onmyoji. The Onmyoji of Fusang are the strongest group there."
Pausing to think, Shadow then added, "To put it this way, the Fusang Onmyoji are akin to the Four Great Ancient Clans in our Xuanyuan Nation. The Fusang Onmyoji also have four heritage sects, and though their numbers are few, they are incredibly mysterious and powerful."
"Onmyoji?" Ye Feng's brows knit slightly.
"Yes, my Lord, these Onmyoji do not cultivate martial arts, nor do they practice Ninjutsu. Their flesh bodies are not strong, but it is said that they possess various magical techniques. The lowest level of these techniques is roughly equivalent to the Divine Skills of a Divine Ability Realm powerhouse at the Fifth Realm of the Divine Path in our nation," Shadow explained.
"That powerful?" Ye Feng was visibly moved, though it wasn't the first time he'd heard of the Onmyoji, he had never imagined that they could be so formidable.
Shadow continued, "Yes, my Lord, so we must not take this expedition to the Sword Saint Palace lightly. If we encounter ordinary Onmyoji, there might not be much to fear, but if we meet those powerful Onmyoji, I'm afraid we may face some trouble."
Ye Feng pondered for a moment before asking, "Are there any Onmyoji currently at the Sword Saint Palace?"
Shadow bowed again and replied, "According to our secret agents' intelligence, there are no Onmyoji currently at the Sword Saint Palace, not even the two exalted Sword Saints are there. It seems those two Sword Saints have entered a mysterious place with five Saint Heirs."
"A mysterious place?" Ye Feng couldn't help but sneer slightly, he probably already knew what this so-called mysterious place was. Given that such a place could attract the attention of Saint Heirs and Sword Saints, it undoubtedly had to be the Outer Battlefield; it seemed that there might indeed be something out of the ordinary about it.
Shadow went on to explain, "The Fusang Onmyoji have always been very secretive and rarely show themselves before the common folk. Unless Fusang is facing a national disaster, they seldom take action. Even the Sword Saint Palace has to pay respectful homage to that small group of Onmyoji."
Ye Feng nodded slightly and said, "Since these Onmyoji aren't present, there's nothing to worry about. Full speed ahead, to the Sword Saint Palace!"
An hour later, the ship arrived at the foot of the mountain where the immense Sword Saint Palace was located atop a mountain range. The range was not towering but sprawled low along the coastline; looking out to sea, it seemed quite majestic.
"Xiao Chuanqi, go!" Ye Feng signaled subtly.
"As you command, Lord!" Xiao Chuanqi immediately understood and, rising into the air, declared, "The Northern King Ye Feng of Xuanyuan Nation has arrived. The prime culprit, Okamoto Matsuki, a third-generation disciple of the Sword Saint Palace, must come forth to meet his end, or your Sword Saint Palace will be flattened!"
No sooner had his words fallen than numerous figures burst out from all directions of the Sword Saint Palace, each one skimming through the air at low altitudes. Judging by their appearance, even the weakest among them were at the Divine Path Realm, and there were no fewer than fifty in total.
"It's no wonder they call this the heart of Fusang's martial arts sacred land; there are indeed quite a few Divine Path Realm powerhouses in this Sword Saint Palace," Sausage Sister exclaimed from the side.
Looking disdainfully, Long Nannan said, "They're just at the Divine Path Realm. Judging by their aura, most are only around the Second and Third Realm level, and there aren't many above the Fourth Realm. These chumps, I could snuff them out with just a flick of my fingers!"
"Indeed, what audacity, a mere vassal king from Xuanyuan Nation actually dares to provoke our Sword Saint Palace. As you people from Xuanyuan Nation would say, it's like a frog burrowing into a serpent's den looking for its own death!" All of a sudden, an old man dressed in a wide black martial artist robe soared into the sky, his presence chilling, clearly a supreme powerhouse.
Sausage Sister curled her lips and said, "At last, someone decent shows up. Judging by his aura, he must be halfway into the Cultivation of the Sacred Realm. He looks like one of those so-called Shadow Level Powerhouses of the Sword Saint Palace."
Long Nannan still spoke with disdain, "I'll say it again, I can pinch him to death with just a flick of my finger, what's this guy's worth anyway!"
Ye Feng shouted, "I have arrived, hand over the culprit Okamoto Matsuki, or I'll flatten your Sword Saint Palace!"
"You insolent fool, Ye Feng, what big talk! Flatten our Sword Saint Palace, with just you?" The Shadow Level Powerhouse floated in mid-air, looking down from above, and said, "Do you really think our Sword Saint Palace is vegetarian? Last time I did not deign to act because you were as weak as a dog. Today, I will make sure you have come but will not leave!"
"If that's the case, then kill, keep killing until you hand him over!"
Ye Feng's killing intent surged to the heavens as he shouted, "A mere Half-Step Saint Realm doesn't qualify to face me. Xiao Chuanqi, go meet him, let's see where he gets his confidence from!"
"As you command, my lord!" Xiao Chuanqi spoke and his figure shot up into the sky.
On the side, Sima Zhantian couldn't help but get anxious, "My lord, you cannot always favor that guy Xiao Chuanqi! How can I miss out on a fight and a chance for tempering?" As he said this, the big fellow was already itching to jump into action.
Ye Feng couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, you'll get your chance to fight soon. I also want to see just how far the two of you have refined your Immortal Sword and Immortal Blade, and what level your cultivation strength has reached now."
While they were talking, Xiao Chuanqi flashed through the air like an arrow toward the Shadow Level Powerhouse at an extremely rapid speed.
"You reckless thing, a little Martial King dares to act wildly in front of me!"
The Sword Saint Palace's Shadow Level Powerhouse roared in fury, without a second thought, he struck out with his palm, his vast Palm Power instantly surging towards Xiao Chuanqi.
However, with a flip in the air, Xiao Chuanqi easily dodged and then he too slapped down a hand, unleashing an even more impressive Palm Power, crashing towards the opponent like a collapsing mountain.
The Shadow Level Powerhouse was startled and exclaimed, "Eh? You brat, you're clearly only at the Martial King Realm, how could your Palm Power be so overwhelming!"
Even so, as a Half-Step Sacred Realm Powerhouse, the man, while speaking these words, did not slow his own hands at all. With a drop in his aura, he struck out with another palm, instantly dissipating Xiao Chuanqi's Palm Power.
"As expected of a Half-Step Sacred Realm Powerhouse, without using the Body of the Sword Immortal, Xiao Chuanqi's current combat power is still likely quite hard-pressed to contend with the opponent!" Ye Feng immediately noticed the situation between the two fighters and shook his head slightly.
The Shadow Level Powerhouse's Palm Power was fierce and overwhelming, one wave following another just like tidal waves, instantly suppressing Xiao Chuanqi completely.
"A mere Martial King dares to seek death, since that is the case, then die!" This Shadow Level Powerhouse leaped into the air and charged at Xiao Chuanqi, his hand spread like an eagle claw, seemingly about to grasp Xiao Chuanqi's throat.
However, just at that moment, Xiao Chuanqi's body suddenly burst forth with a golden light, along with a sharp and piercing sound of a sword cry.
A sword radiating golden light appeared out of nowhere, slashing directly towards the opponent. The Sword Qi hadn't even reached him yet, and it already stretched across three thousand miles, instantly arriving at the back of the Shadow Level Powerhouse.
The Shadow Level Powerhouse was scared into a cold sweat on the spot; he could certainly feel the terror of the opponent's sword. Acting on reflex, he flipped over in mid-air. At the same time, a series of lightning began to flicker in his palm.
The silver-white lightning crackled, emitting the cutting power that seemed to slice heaven and earth apart!
"What is this?" Ye Feng's gaze sharpened as he watched.
The Hidden Guard behind him immediately said, "My lord, that appears to be the opponent's Divine Skill. Of course, Fusang prefers to call it Ninjutsu. Indeed, in today's Fusang, ninjas and martial artists have already infiltrated and learned from each other, no longer as starkly distinct as they were hundreds of years ago."
"This... seems to be one of the more powerful Heritage Spells of Fusang, the Thousand Bird Lightning Slash Technique." Sausage Sister suddenly spoke up, indicating that she had a broad knowledge of such things.
Just at that moment, with a slicing sound, the Thousand Bird Lightning Slash directly struck Xiao Chuanqi's Immortal Sword, instantly knocking it away.
"Give me death!" The Shadow Level Powerhouse seemed to have entered a furious state as if feeling humiliated that a mere Martial King could scare him was an utter disgrace to him.
Hisss, hisss, hisss...
The Shadow Level Powerhouse, dressed in the wide black martial artist robe, swept across the sky, the silver-white lightning power sparkling in his palm as the Thousand Bird Lightning Slash charged towards Xiao Chuanqi.
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