Seeking Martial Dao in All Reborn Lives

At the same time Zhao Xuanqi’s clash with An Yuan Wuyan’s trio began.

Several kilometers away, in the Jili Concession.

The Holy Ring Bell Tower.

This bell tower, tens of meters high, was built a decade ago. It was a landmark in the Jili Concession and one of the tallest buildings in all of Jinmen.

From the top of the tower, one could take in nearly half of Jinmen. The Jili Empire had spent a fortune to build this bell tower, with the primary goal of using it to more easily gather intelligence within Jinmen.

At this very moment, the consuls of the Five Nations and a group of their staff were all present here.

At the top of the bell tower stood five observation telescopes, all aimed in the direction of Sanhe Port. The lenses of these five telescopes were unique, glowing with a faint red hue and having a resinous quality, as if they weren’t simply polished from glass.

These were special observation telescopes crafted from Rare Beast Materials and were extremely valuable.

Masters possessed immense Physical Ability and terrifying willpower. Their personal bio-magnetic fields were incredibly strong, causing Gang Qi to surge and iridescent light to burst forth during a clash, their auras even taking physical Form. Ordinary telescopes could never penetrate the barrier of this iridescent light and magnetic field to observe the specifics of the battlefield.

But these special telescopes were different. They could filter out the influence of the magnetic fields and iridescent light, allowing one to observe a duel between masters from a great distance to the fullest extent possible.

Right now, the consuls of the Five Nations were before these telescopes, observing the situation at Sanhe Port.

"The Neon Nation has dispatched three masters to hunt down Zhao Xuanqi?"

"Two of the Twenty-Eight Celestial Emperors of the Neon Far East Army, and the other one... is that the Northern Lord, An Yuan Wuyan?"

"Three masters ganging up on one man, with a Master from the Twenty-Eight Celestial Emperors personally taking part... Although there are only three of them, a lineup like this is practically half the strength of the entire Neon Influence. It seems they’re truly determined to kill Zhao Xuanqi."

"This time, I’m afraid he’s doomed."

"..."

The consuls of the Five Nations watched the events at Sanhe Port through their telescopes, discussing amongst themselves from time to time.

They had originally been debating whether to secretly dispatch their own forces to eliminate the potential threat of Zhao Xuanqi amidst the chaos, but it now seemed they had been worrying for nothing.

Although the Neon Nation had only sent three people after Zhao Xuanqi, one was the Northern Lord, and the other two were the strongest agents the Neon had infiltrated into Jinmen. Though only three men, they represented half of the Neon Influence’s strongest combat power.

Clearly, the Neon Nation had no intention of allowing a huge threat like Zhao Xuanqi to continue growing. They wanted to seize this opportunity to crush him completely, to end it quickly before turning their attention to the other masters.

Against the three of them combined, even a mid-to-low-ranking Military Commander among the Eight Kings of the Divine Land would be incredibly hard-pressed, perhaps even forced to retreat.

Sanhe Port, the scene of the battle.

SWISH SWISH SWISH!!

East Mountain Good Horses swung his arms, his destructive power horrifying. The reinforced concrete platform was being diced apart in midair by his Gang Blades, shattering into countless fragments. If Zhao Xuanqi had remained inside the lighthouse, he would surely have been hit by the slashes.

Such destructive power had already transcended the mere scope of the Martial Dao.

BOOM!!

From within the mid-air lighthouse, a figure suddenly smashed through a wall. Tapping lightly off a flying piece of debris, he shot out like a phantom, dashing toward the sea’s surface not far behind the lighthouse.

On the surface of the harbor’s waters, the indistinct shapes of numerous boats, large and small, were moored—natural cover.

’Trying to buy time?’

An Yuan Wuyan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"After him! Mr. Gu Chuan, keep Sensing for danger at all times!"

"Dongshan Monarch, clear the way!"

An Yuan Wuyan said in a low voice.

The three of them had come together precisely to end this quickly. They could not give Zhao Xuanqi any opportunity to stall, or it would be detrimental to their overall situation.

Three figures gave chase. East Mountain Good Horses took the lead, swinging his arms repeatedly as he charged forward. The terrifying Gang Blades generated by the power of his palms were nearly impossible for even a Ghost God to block. Any small boat he struck was instantly sliced into several pieces, leaving no cover behind.

Zhao Xuanqi’s figure darted across the surface of the sea, weaving and flashing between the boats, but the distance between them continued to shrink.

It seemed there was nowhere left to run.

However, at that very moment, Zhao Xuanqi’s figure came to a sudden halt. He stopped fleeing and instead executed a heavy drop, his body sinking forcefully beneath the surface of the sea.

At the same time, a look of alarm flashed across Furukawa Naoto’s androgynous face. He seemed to have Sensed something and shouted, "Watch out!!"

In truth, even without Furukawa Naoto’s warning, An Yuan Wuyan and East Mountain Good Horses had both felt a sense of crisis in that same instant.

This sense of danger came from all around them, from every direction.

BANG!!

From within the wreckage of the boats that East Mountain Good Horses had sliced apart, a dazzling purple light suddenly erupted from all of them at once.

BOOM!!!

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking roar echoed across the sea. Flames shot toward the sky, and shockwaves billowed out. A small mushroom cloud rose from the surface of the water, engulfing everyone’s figures.

’Is that?! A Purple Gunpowder Bomb?!’

The consuls of the Five Nations witnessed this scene through their telescopes, their faces filled with shock.

This scene was completely beyond their expectations.

Generally speaking, an ambush like this was rarely effective against a true master.

A master’s will was as sharp as that of a Ghost God. They didn’t even need to see with their own eyes; through feeling alone, they could register every rustle of grass in the wind. Their perception was especially acute when it came to dangers that could threaten them.

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