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Chapter 429
Chapter 429
The death of the Peng Family Head had been an unplanned incident—an impromptu duel to the death that left no room for formality.
The official duels of the Huashan Pact were different.
They were held at an appointed time, starting exactly on schedule, and conducted with great magnificence. This was largely due to the generous support of the wealthy lay disciples from the Nine Sects.
At the heart of the Emerald Jade Sword Manor, a vast dueling stage stood—a grand platform of golden-hued bricks, their surfaces sheared so cleanly that they resembled polished marble.
Encircling it, six or so tiers of viewing platforms and pavilions formed a wide ring, with large canopies providing shade. Beyond them, the manor’s tall, pristine white walls gleamed under the blazing sun, reflecting light in all directions.
Beyond that, as far as the eye could see, a sea of people filled every available space.
It was a literal ocean of people. Some claimed that this was the largest martial duel gathering in the last fifty years.
“Mount Wudang’s Elder Zhang Bong…!”
“The Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin are here!”
“Aren’t those monks from the Four Vajras? I never thought I’d see all six of the Great Seals in my lifetime…!”
“Look over there! Swordsmen from Mount Qingcheng!”
“The Six Kings Sect! Even they have come!”
The crowd was abuzz with excitement, their voices filled with awe and anticipation.
The greatest names in orthodox martial society had gathered. Even those who had entered the manor as participants were now behaving more like spectators, chattering amongst themselves in barely restrained enthusiasm.
Their numbers stretched into the hundreds, perhaps even more.
Some glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin, seated across the arena in the spectators' pavilion, whispering amongst themselves.
The gazes directed at the new Purple-Robed Lord were filled with a mix of fear, doubt, and reverence.
It was a true sea of humanity.
A gathering of only the most esteemed warriors.
It should have been an impossible space to regulate—but the moment a young Daoist, clad in white robes, stepped onto the highest seat of the grandstand, the air grew heavy.
The mere presence of Wudang’s Grand Elder pressed down upon the entire orthodox martial world.
“Everyone, be silent.”
The Grand Elder spoke.
He turned to his right, where Jeong Yeon-shin sat, and gave a slight squint, as if in acknowledgement of the incident with the Peng Family Head.
But that was all.
The Grand Elder of Wudang was a peer of the Wandering Hero, a warrior who had endured the chaos of the martial world for decades—a God of War in his own right.
He did not reprimand the new Purple-Robed Lord. Instead, he turned his gaze to the one seated to his left—the acting head of the Peng Family.
“Is the Peng Family prepared?”
“Yes.”
Peng Ga In-hu gave a slight nod.
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