Chapter 95: Chapter 92: Silk River Map

Li Changqing could feel the ground beneath his feet threatening to swallow him whole at any moment.

“What a terrifying Painting Treasure, possessing the power to change the very heavens and earth.” Li Changqing felt a chill down his spine, yet he took a step forward, stepping onto a stone pillar not far away, and soared into the air.

However, Li Jingsong remained unconcerned, confident that Li Changqing would eventually fall. As long as he landed within the range of his Silk River Map, he would ultimately be devoured by the Painting Treasure.

Li Changqing leapt several dozen meters high, his figure graceful like a banished immortal, as he extended his finger!

It was as if an Immortal was pointing the way.

A leaf flew directly from a distant ancient tree; Li Changqing stepped onto the leaf, landing on the Silk River Map, as the leaf floated along the river. Li Changqing rode the waves, fleeing towards the distance.

At the same time, he raised another hand and flashed a middle finger at Li Jingsong.

Old fool, too treacherous!

“What!”

Hong Xiuyang and his companion could hardly believe what they were seeing.

“Walking on leaves?”

Li Jingsong was also shocked by Li Changqing’s maneuver.

This person’s Divine Soul cultivation could actually achieve such a feat.

Could it be he has already reached the level of the Painting Saint?

Who exactly is he!

“Who are you really, to be a mighty force at the level of a Painting Saint, yet conduct yourself so despicably? What is your purpose in coming to our Dao Mountain Ancient Land!” Li Jingsong grew angry, for a mighty figure of a Painting Saint to act in such a skulking manner.

What do you intend?

Not even confronting him directly until now—does he look down on him?

What does raising the middle finger at him mean?

Li Changqing’s identity seemed to have provoked Li Jingsong.

Li Jingsong raised his hand, and suddenly, waves surged upon the Silk River!

In the torrential rain from the sky, numerous raindrops fell like arrows, each drop contained the power to pierce stone, as countless arrows descended in a downpour, aiming to shoot Li Changqing dead on the spot.

Knowing the opponent could potentially be a master at the level of the Painting Saint, Li Jingsong didn’t hold back, for he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this mysterious person otherwise.

“Troublesome.”

Li Changqing watched the sky, as raindrops fell like bullets, each drop imbued with tremendous destructive power.

“Indestructible!”

With a shout, Li Changqing was enveloped in a radiant golden light, forming a massive armor around him, allowing the raindrops to smash against him, all shattering without being able to harm Li Changqing in the slightest.

“Using my Dao Mountain Ancient Land’s Five Extremes Seal, without even daring to display your own Martial Arts, today I must see who you are!” Li Jingsong leaped, also riding the waves.

The Silk River Map spanned the night sky, Li Changqing walked on leaves beneath the starlit heavens, while Li Jingsong pursued relentlessly. The two crossed several mountain ranges in their chase.

This scene finally caught the attention of many powerful figures in the Dao Mountain Ancient Land.

The sound of their battle was truly immense.

“It’s Pavilion Master Li!”

“Isn’t that Pavilion Master Li’s Silk River Map? What exactly is going on? Who is that masked man, to warrant Pavilion Master Li using such a Painting Treasure in battle.”

Many powerful figures refrained from acting rashly, deciding to watch and see how things unfolded, and they didn’t believe Li Changqing could escape from Li Jingsong’s grasp anyway.

At this point, Hong Xiuyang and his companion could no longer intervene; Li Jingsong’s strength far exceeded theirs, and if even he couldn’t manage it, their intervention would be futile.

Moreover, they believed that although Li Changqing was fleeing, he hadn’t escaped the range of the Silk River Map, and it was only a matter of time before he was captured, especially since Li Jingsong hadn’t even shown his true abilities yet.

There was every opportunity to capture him.

“Million Sailors!”

Li Jingsong shouted loudly.

His Divine Soul enveloped the scene, transforming him into an invincible General, and on the river, the sound of a charging horn could be heard.

Simultaneously, countless water droplets flew up from the Silk River, merging into Sailors!

They had no faces, yet were clad in armor, wielding long blades, forming a dense mass, charging towards Li Changqing.

“What is this thing?” Li Changqing felt a chill down his spine; was Li Jingsong’s old strength truly this formidable?

“Bang!”

A single Sailor slashed at Li Changqing’s shield with his blade. Although it couldn’t break Li Changqing’s shield, the heavy force was not weak in the slightest!

This was far more powerful than those raindrops; each Sailor likely possessed the strength of the Postnatal Realm.

Bang bang bang!

Dozens of Sailors wielded their blades, slashing at Li Changqing’s shield.

Li Changqing felt that the green leaf beneath his feet could hardly bear the heavy blows of so many sailors and might shatter at any moment. If he sank into the river then, struggling to get out would be troublesome.

“Not arguing with you is giving face for my son, but you, old thing, are being utterly shameless!”

Even a clay figurine has a temper.

What’s more, Li Changqing was worried about Li Hengsheng at this time. If he continued to drag things out here, bringing out more experts from the Dao Mountain Ancient Land would make things even more complicated.

A sect of this sort, with a thousand years of heritage, was likely hiding some monstrous old freaks, far beyond his capability.

“All of you, get lost!”

Li Changqing turned back and shouted angrily, roaring with rage.

The sound rolled out, carrying a ferocity akin to a wild beast.

The sound waves swept out like a thousand layers of waves, directly sweeping the sailors clinging onto his shield away.

Behind Li Changqing appeared a giant lion’s head, with its mane flying as if it was the king of all beasts.

The sound waves shattered even the giant waves, as if a destructive storm had descended, suppressing the many sounds of battle cries, and countless sailors were swept away by the sound wave, turning to dust on the spot at Li Changqing’s roar.

The sound reverberated like thunder across the Dao Mountain Ancient Land.

Even Li Jingsong was pushed back dozens of steps, his head buzzing and his Divine Soul shaken, causing a brief dizziness.

“It’s the Hong Zhen Lion’s Roar!”

Li Jingsong’s face was particularly grim, once again a martial art from the Dao Mountain Ancient Land.

A painter with a strong Divine Soul can learn the techniques of others, but generally, when first learning, they only capture its form, not its essence.

But Li Changqing’s roar just now had refined the Hong Zhen Lion’s Roar to perfection!

At this moment, Hong Xiuyang was already stupefied!

Li Changqing’s execution was even more authentic than his own.

“This person is too terrifying!” Li Jingsong’s expression was particularly grave; this person’s strength was too formidable. In his view, even if the sect leader entered the world, and Xue Qianbai was not in the sect, at this moment, only a few individuals from the Dao Mountain Ancient Land could contend with Li Changqing, but they wouldn’t make a move easily.

If Xue Qianbai were here, surely he would be able to subdue this person, but unfortunately, Xue Qianbai is missing.

Moreover, with such cultivation, claiming to come to Dao Mountain Ancient Land without any intention was something he absolutely could not believe.

“Water-Suppressing Gate God.”

At this moment, Li Jingsong clasped his hands together, the might of his Divine Soul brightening the entire land; the power of Li Jingsong’s Divine Soul at this moment directly shook the entire river, as if this Painting Treasure was about to unleash its full potential.

Li Changqing, having just performed the Hong Zhen Lion’s Roar, felt his chest cavity trembling as well.

This thing seemed better used sparingly in the future.

After using it, Li Changqing felt an urge to cough.

If Hong Xiuyang knew, his eyeballs might pop out, as performing this martial art required extremely strong physical power.

The level at which Li Changqing performed it, if Hong Xiuyang tried, he’d probably be shaken into spitting blood.

But Li Changqing just felt like coughing.

Yet at this moment, Li Changqing saw a massive vortex appear above the river, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

Then, a gigantic arm stretched out from the vortex.

And then, a giant slowly crawled out!

The giant was at least dozens of meters tall, with two flags stuck behind him, holding a massive axe in his right hand, and his eyes looked down, contemptuous of all beings.

“What is that thing…”

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

Even the experts of the Dao Mountain Ancient Land hadn’t witnessed such a sight.

Li Jingsong was truly powerful. The Water-Suppressing Gate God gave them an incredibly strong feeling, strong enough to suffocate them.

It seemed that with a casual gesture, it could rip them apart.

But releasing this thing left Li Jingsong pale as paper, clearly suffering some overuse of his Divine Soul.

Yet in Li Jingsong’s view, his Water-Suppressing Gate God could fully hold off this mysterious Painting Saint expert.

Because this Painting Treasure was also a painting by a Painting Saint expert, and it was left by his master, the Chaotic Heaven Painting Saint.

The power was indeed extraordinary.

Faced with such a colossal entity, Li Changqing appeared so tiny.

He was somewhat at a loss in the wind.

Summoning such a towering figure.

Is this considered cheating?

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