Chapter 516: Chapter 193: I am the Dragon Elephant of the Martial Dao Will, Bull Demon is the Old Prince?_2


    However, there were quite a few cultivation manuals.


    And there were also records related to the cultivation of the Martial Path.


    These records included the classifications within the Great Grandmaster realm.


    The Great Grandmaster Three Realms: Divine Gang, Unity of Heaven and Man, and Three Flowers Atop!


    Powerhouses like Xue Dufu, Zhu Chaoyang, and others were merely Grandmasters in the Divine Gang realm.


    And now, the strand of Divine Gang that Li Che had condensed also marked his official entry into the realm of a Grandmaster of Divine Gang!


    ...


    Buzz—!


    A torrent of heat roiled turbulently, swirling like a vortex, being absorbed by the heart, with countless streams of blood pouring into it.


    It was like the power accumulated to the extreme, explosively erupting!


    In an instant, it was like a puddle burst by a stomping foot, sending countless streams of water shooting out like water arrows, battering every limb and bone!


    Hiss hiss hiss—


    Li Che stood there, feeling the significant transformation brought about by his advancement in the Martial Path!


    In fact, Li Che’s physical body had already become extremely strong after one wash by the Dao Fruit, but the transformation brought by the advancement in realm was also extraordinary.


    The impurities in his muscles were cleansed, his tendons and bones were tempered a thousand times, becoming even more robust, and the nerves attached to them seemed to have grown much stronger, making his perceptions sharper.


    With this surge of extremely sharp perceptions...


    Li Che’s eyes blazed as if they were on fire, his eyeballs intense, as if to tear through the darkness like the light of a flashlight.


    In his left eye, it seemed as if a Divine Dragon was winding, and in his right pupil, an ancient giant elephant lifted its trunk and trumpeted!


    Boom—!


    Countless steaming waves of heat morphed into the phantoms of dragons and elephants, heavy and powerful, primitive and majestic, and overwhelmingly unparalleled...


    Li Che’s eyes opened and closed, his ink robe fluttered, and his will of the Martial Path, heavy as mountains and grand as peaks, seemed to press the air down, causing it to ripple outward.


    Every move he made was immensely powerful and radiant, as if he embodied the Dragon and the Elephant!


    Martial Dao Will!


    The Martial Dao Will unique to a Great Grandmaster...


    The funeral procession spanned across Golden Light Prefecture City.


    All the major powers had heard the commotion and had indeed come to pay their respects, giving face on this occasion.


    Though Ji Haihui was dead, he was still the son of King Ping Luan Ji Molie, and the due respects had to be given.


    After all...


    King Ping Luan Ji Molie was not yet dead.


    One does not look at the monk’s face but at the Buddha’s.


    Within Golden Light Prefecture, it wasn’t just the Five Great Clans; there were various small and medium Noble Families too, each sending people to join the mourning.


    Rain slanted, pattering on the black-tiled rooftops and hooking into droplets that cascaded down.


    Qintian Observatory Treasure Building.


    Lu Yao stood at a rain-battered railing alongside Supervisor Hu Yingyue, who was plucking at an erhu.


    Listening to the mournful sounds of the erhu pulled by Supervisor Hu Yingyue, Lu Yao couldn’t help but empathize.


    “Who exactly killed Ji Haihui?”


    Lu Yao couldn’t help but ask.


    He thought not only he—but almost everyone—couldn’t guess.


    Even Jiao Shaoqiu, who controlled the Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheel and handled the Temple God Resonance, didn’t know who had killed Ji Haihui or burst the Martial Saint’s Will.


    In the entire Golden Light Prefecture...


    There was hardly anyone capable of doing that?


    “If you can’t guess, better not to guess. Even if you guessed right, there would be no benefit to you...”


    “King Ping Luan Ji Molie is infamous with many enemies. Perhaps it was some powerful adversary who came in disguise and killed Ji Haihui... It’s possible.”


    Supervisor Hu Yingyue said cheerfully.


    Lu Yao, upon hearing that, did not object because that possibility indeed existed.


    Watching the spirit money flutter down, wet from the rain, and watching the desolate funeral procession leave Golden Light Prefecture City.


    He couldn’t help but recall Young Prince Ji Haihui’s arrival at Golden Light Prefecture City, with all his bluster and tyranny.


    Yet now, he had ended up in such a desolate state.