Chapter 757: All the Monsters and Demons Appear, Female Sword Immortal Makes Her Entrance

As the voice echoed, a two-meter-tall burly man emerged from within the spatial rift, clad entirely in grey armor.

The armor on this man was overly ostentatious, angular and sharp, making him look like a humanoid hedgehog. It immediately overshadowed the imposing presence of Heimin, the armored man in red.

“Teng Shanhai, you one-eyed bastard, what the hell did you just say? Say it again if you dare!” Wang Dachui, the hunchbacked old man who had appeared first, stomped his foot in anger. What he hated most was anyone mocking his height. Of course, ever since the Ten Thrones competition, after being struck by Kuilei Han, a new taboo had been added to his life: his hunchback.

But the man before him, as soon as he appeared, directly lashed out at his two biggest sore spots, mercilessly whipping him. Who could tolerate this?

Teng Shanhai, the armored giant, landed with a laugh, looking down at the hunched old dwarf who barely reached his knees. He suddenly bent his knee, raised it, and slapped his thigh, saying, “Come on, Wang Dachui, jump up and hit my knee. If you can touch it, you win, and I’ll shine your shoes.”

“You son of a bitch, do you really think that Soaring God Armor can withstand my great iron hammer?!” Wang Dachui, the hunchbacked old man, erupted in fury. With a swift motion, he pulled a thorny hammer from his ring, one that was five or six times his height. He suddenly leaped up and brought it down on the knee.

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

Teng Shanhai’s figure seemed to remain still, yet two swift whooshing sounds suddenly appeared in the air. And after those two sounds, Wang Dachui’s thorny hammer merely passed through the space where Teng Shanhai’s knee had been, without touching his body in the slightest.

“Hahaha, Wang Dachui, you trash! After all these years, that useless hammer still hasn’t hit a damn thing. How dare you continue to live in this world?” Teng Shanhai roared with laughter.

Wang Dachui’s face turned red with anger. He pointed a finger and shouted, “One-eyed bastard, if you’ve got the guts, take off that Soaring God Armor and fight me fair and square!”

As the term “one-eyed bastard” was relentlessly brought up, Teng Shanhai’s sole remaining left eye couldn’t help but squint. Indeed, he had only one eye. The other had been gouged out during the competition for the Ten Thrones years ago. Currently, it was covered by an eye patch.

“Waga gaga!” Seeing Teng Shanhai stung into silence and pained, Wang Dachui burst into roaring laughter, tears streaming from his eyes.

“Teng Shanhai, Teng Shanhai, the War Department, in the end, still relies on external power from the Soaring God Armor. Ultimately, it can’t defeat true body tempering.”

“The path of body tempering is the strongest path in this world!”

“Even a mere god could poke your eye out! If you provoke me again, do you believe I’ll bloody bash your head in?!”

The white-clad and red-clad figures nearby were already starting to tremble. These individuals were all seniors! Although they already knew beforehand who would be arriving this time, hearing these Six Department Heads speak so unrestrainedly about past events, they were all filled with awe.

The Ten Thrones… The previous generation of Ten Thrones represented the peak of combat power developed on the Holy God Continent over the past millennium. Ten golden thrones were simply not enough to go around! And those who couldn’t secure a place among the Ten Thrones or claim the title of Ten Thrones weren’t necessarily weaker in combat than the true Ten Thrones holders. Because, in that battle, aside from cultivation level, there were too many uncertain factors. And these two individuals before them, for various other reasons, couldn’t be ranked among the Ten Thrones. However, they still managed to secure positions as heads of the Six Departments, which were equally prestigious, and belonged to the Holy God Temple. In a sense, their power was even greater!

Head of the Body Department, Wang Dachui. Head of the War Department, Teng Shanhai.

“And there are more…” As everyone watched these two uninhibited seniors bickering, their gazes, filled with hope, turned towards the spatial rift, eager to see more legendary figures.

Just then, two more tall figures emerged from the rift. One of them wore a black feathered cloak and a black mask. His shoulders were extremely broad, and he was as robust as an ox, with a physique three times the size of an average person, yet he was entirely covered by the black feathered cloak. On his left shoulder perched a three-legged black owl. The owl’s eyes were as dark as ink, and anyone it gazed upon felt death approaching, a chilling sensation on their scalp.

“Head of the Shadow Department, Night Owl!”

Everyone recognized the newcomer’s identity, then looked to the side. The person next to him was even more extraordinary, because he looked and was dressed exactly like Night Owl, the Head of the Shadow Department! Even the three-legged black owl on his shoulder was identical!

“Which one is Yi, and which one is Night Owl?” At this moment, even the hunchbacked old man Wang Dachui was dumbfounded. He could only discern that one of them was the Head of the Anomaly Department, the one who could mimic anyone and any ability in the world, yet whose name was unknown and was simply called “Yi.” The other was the real Night Owl.

“He is Yi.” At this, the Night Owl on the right pointed to the Night Owl on the left. Immediately, both Wang Dachui and Teng Shanhai realized that the one who spoke was Yi. Because Night Owl was a man of few words; his pronouncements could determine life or death, like a grim reaper; he rarely spoke.

“How uninteresting…” Seeing his disguise exposed, Yi’s body trembled, and he revealed his true form. This time, he had transformed into a small loli with a long ponytail, the same height as the hunchbacked old man. He was sucking on a candied hawthorn, one bite at a time. With a blink of his big eyes, the loli-formed Yi turned his head towards Wang Dachui and said in a sweet voice, “Don’t I look pretty?”

Even Wang Dachui, a notorious lecher, couldn’t help but twitch an eyelid. Others might not know, but he understood: Yi had a gender; he was male!

“What about the other two?” Not wanting to respond, Wang Dachui even started changing the topic, peering towards the spatial rift. Since the Heads of the Body, War, Shadow, and Anomaly Departments, four of the Six Departments, had all arrived, he figured the Dao Department and Spirit Department wouldn’t be absent either.

However, at this moment, Situ Yongren cut off the power supply and closed the spatial rift.

“I apologize for disappointing the seniors, but the Dao Department’s representatives are the two of us.”

“As for the Spirit Department…” Situ Yongren paused, thinking that he didn’t need to explicitly state it, and everyone should understand.

“Two young children?” Wang Dachui, however, frowned. It was understandable that Dao Qiongcang himself didn’t come, but sending just these two young children, what use could they be besides creating the spatial rift to summon people?

But when he turned his head and saw Yu Zhiwen, Wang Dachui’s eyes immediately lit up mischievously, and he smiled: “A girl is good, a girl is very good…”

“Where’s the Spirit Department? Why isn’t anyone from the Spirit Department here?” Circling Yu Zhiwen once, Wang Dachui frowned as if remembering something. “What about the Great Demon King Yu? Can’t he come either?”

“Yu Mo died long ago!” Teng Shanhai scoffed from the side. “He died by Ba Zun’an’s hand. Are you senile, have you forgotten? The current Head of the Spirit Department is his son, Yu Lingdi.”

“Oh, right, Yu Lingdi, Water-elemental mysteries. That kid surpassed his father. I think I even held him once…” Wang Dachui recalled. “Then where is he?”

Everyone fell silent. After a long pause, Teng Shanhai spoke again with a resigned expression, “He died too.”

“Dead?” Wang Dachui cried out in alarm, “How could he die? How could a Water-elemental mystery user die… Did he also encounter Ba Zun’an? Was he annihilated?”

“No, he encountered Sang Qiye,” Teng Shanhai said.

“Sang Qiye, who?” Wang Dachui asked, looking bewildered.

Teng Shanhai was defeated by the man’s forgetfulness. Ever since he was struck by the Thunder Hammer, not only did his back hunch, but his mind also became muddled. He could only explain, “How many people are there with the surname Sang? The Sleeveless Crimson Blazing Hand, understand?”

“It’s him…” Wang Dachui’s eyes immediately widened, but he still asked in confusion, “Jinzhao White Flame, extreme fire against profound water… no matter how you look at it, it should be a balanced fight, right? Did he just burn up? That can’t be right, can it?”

Teng Shanhai rubbed his forehead, almost kicking the hunchbacked old man away. “I already told you!”

“Yu Mo died long ago! The one who fought Sang Qiye was Yu Lingdi, an entire generation later!”

As everyone stood speechless, Wang Dachui muttered, “Is he really dead?” He suddenly reached out. Within moments, water gathered in his palm. The pattering rain falling from the sky continuously splashed into ripples in the water vortex in his hand.

Following this remark, and then this rainy scene, all the Heads of the Six Departments shivered, simultaneously recalling the terror of being dominated by a Water-elemental mystery user in the past. Aside from Dao Qiongcang, the nominal Head of the Dao Department, Water-elemental mystery users were almost peerless among the Six Departments back then. In this world, anyone who cultivated a path to its extreme reached the peak. And in this Holy God era, where sword arts had declined and spirit refining took precedence, one who had comprehended the path of water to its utmost, possessing both the wild power of the sea and the gentleness of tears… the Great Demon King Yu of those days was truly a nightmare. If not for the Void Island expedition that year, where he encountered Ba Zun’an, one would think the Great Demon King Yu’s name would still dominate this current era!

“Everyone’s here?” Just then, a bewitching female voice from the void interrupted their reminiscent mood. Below the tea house, hearing the voice, everyone looked up.

They saw a woman in a pink dress drifting down from mid-air. Her figure was graceful and voluptuous, with a hollowed-out back, smooth and jade-white, and a long sword strapped to her back. The three-foot long sword was a blend of green and white. It was carved with dragons and phoenixes, enveloped by auspicious clouds. A single glance at it made one’s mind drift, as if soaring through the nine heavens, lying drunk in an immortal realm, oblivious to worldly tastes. Upon awakening, it felt like emerging from a profound dream, as if one had lived a lifetime, entered the mortal world, and then heartlessly detached from it. Everyone’s minds sharpened slightly, realizing this was one of the Five Chaos Divine Artifacts, the Holy God Temple’s artifact for suppressing destiny, and one of the four swords renowned alongside the Fiend Swords—the Divine Sword Xuancang!

The glamorous woman descended gracefully, her beautiful eyes filled with affection, shining with soft radiance. At the red-clad table, the four Night Watchmen, seeing this person, were greatly startled. They collectively bowed their heads, bending slightly, and respectfully greeted her, “Red-clad of White Cave, we pay our respects to Senior Rao!” The four white-clad individuals were equally startled and bowed in salute, “White-clad of Royal City, we pay our respects to Sword Immortal Rao!”

Rao Yaoyao, the Red-Clad Dominator, one of the two ruling masters of the Holy God Temple, and one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

The moment this woman appeared, Wang Dachui’s focus immediately shifted. As he shuffled towards Rao Yaoyao, he asked, “Fairy Rao, why did you even bring out the Divine Sword Xuancang? Dao Qiongcang would allow you to take the Holy God Temple’s destiny-suppressing artifact?”

Rao Yaoyao lowered her head and chuckled softly, “Bringing out the Divine Sword Xuancang is, of course, for my protection.”

Wang Dachui scoffed, “Oh please, the Divine Sword Xuancang protecting you? If you stole that thing, you’d better be careful, lest someone tries to snatch the Holy God Temple’s destiny-suppressing artifact!”

“Who would dare?” Rao Yaoyao tilted her head and smiled charmingly.

“That’s hard to say,” Wang Dachui said, rubbing his hands as he continued to inch closer.

At this point, Rao Yaoyao’s pretty face turned stern, her expression abruptly chilling. She snapped, “Wang Dachui, if you dare take another step forward, believe it or not, I’ll lop off your lecherous head with one sword!”

“Waga gaga! Was I caught?” Wang Dachui’s peculiar face stiffened, then broke into a smile. Unfazed, he reluctantly cast one last glance at Rao Yaoyao’s skirt before turning to walk back towards Yu Zhiwen.

Situ Yongren’s eyebrows twitched at the sight. These bizarre individuals were truly an eye-opener for him. He had previously known that among the Six Departments, only the Dao Department, led by his master, was reputable; the others were rather unconventional. Seeing this today, he was truly astonished and shocked. Now, seeing this lecherous old glutton Wang Dachui fail to harass Sword Immortal Rao, and then turn to bother his junior sister, Situ Yongren stepped forward, blocking Wang Dachui’s path.

“Get out of the way!” Wang Dachui casually waved his hand. A terrifying immense force almost shattered Situ Yongren’s shin bone. Situ Yongren staggered sideways, stamping his hand into the void to barely steady himself and keep from falling. At that moment, his eyes immediately changed, becoming cold and dark, but this lasted only for an instant before returning to normal. He dared not say anything more. Situ Yongren chose to remain silent.

On the other side, Yu Zhiwen, seeing the hunched old dwarf approaching her again, couldn’t help but clutch her skirt and take a step back. “Senior, please show some respect. My master is Dao Xuanji!”

“Hiss!” At this, the faces of the four Department Heads present all changed simultaneously.

Wang Dachui asked in astonishment, “Your master is that crazy old woman Dao Xuanji? Not Dao Qiongcang?”

“Yes,” Yu Zhiwen nodded.

“Hiss!” Wang Dachui again took a deep breath, as if tasting the rain, then waved his hand and quietly walked away. After a long while, he finally stopped, and the hunchbacked old man looked back, asking in surprise, “I haven’t done anything yet, haven’t even started looking. You, little girl, you’re not the type to tattle, are you?”

Yu Zhiwen nodded, “No.” She naturally knew her master’s deterrent power. So she understood that at such a time, only by invoking her master’s esteemed name could she truly rein in these uncontrollable eccentrics from the Six Departments.

“Alright, that’s enough!” At this point, Rao Yaoyao waved her hand, clearly not wanting to dwell on these matters. She turned to Lan Ling at the red-clad table and asked, “How are things at the trade fair?”

Lan Ling replied, “The progress is quite smooth. We’ve probably screened well over half the people by now. Apart from some minor blemishes, there’s nothing that warrants the White-Clad or Red-Clad’s attention. However, the truly capable individuals are in the back, and we can’t be sure about them.”

Rao Yaoyao looked towards the tavern with its sign removed. “I smell something.”

Baldie’s heart tightened. “Smell…?” Through the barrier, from such a distance, she can still smell it? Isn’t that just a super-version of me?

“Is that true, Senior?” Lan Ling was also astonished.

“Indeed!” Rao Yaoyao nodded her head. “There’s more than one, but it doesn’t matter. These people are merely waiting for death. Continue at your own pace for now, and do not reveal our presence.”

“Why?” Situ Yongren suddenly interjected. He had expected that with four Heads of the Six Departments and Rao Yaoyao, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, all present, why not just enter directly and capture them all in one go? Why all this extra trouble?

Yu Zhiwen secretly shook her head upon hearing this. Still so young! If Xu Xiaoshou were here, he certainly wouldn’t ask such a question. No… given Xu Xiaoshou’s perspective, he might immediately understand Senior Rao Yaoyao’s approach and then respond or retaliate, wouldn’t he? But young people like Situ Yongren, who rarely left the Holy God Temple and were constantly flattered to the highest degree, were like greenhouse flowers. Such a question seemed normal for them, didn’t it? After all, most people are intelligent, but without experience, their minds couldn’t grasp the deeper strategies, and they naturally wouldn’t understand the true intentions of these high-ranking figures.

Yu Zhiwen mused, thinking that since Situ Yongren was her senior brother, she should send him a telepathic warning. However, before Rao Yaoyao could speak, Wang Dachui bounced on the ground again, making sure his presence was fully felt. When everyone’s attention turned to him, glancing his way, only then did Wang Dachui roll his eyes dramatically and sneer, “You blockhead, how did you even get here? In my opinion, that little girl is smarter than you.” He pointed at Yu Zhiwen and continued his merciless taunts by comparison: “Cast a long line to catch a big fish!”

“Fairy Rao wants to see who will come to rescue them. You’re this old and you still can’t figure that out? Did you grow up eating dung?”