Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter

Chapter 570 - 181: Settling Down, Battle of the Century

His gaze swept around, unexpectedly not finding any expert above the Fifth Grade, the highest present being only the Sixth Grade.

Li Yuan thought for a moment and understood.

Qing Hancheng didn’t want anyone disturbing his breakthrough, so naturally, he wouldn’t let people come over.

The Lotus Sect might have issued the same order. It seems... he has already been considered a dead man by the Lotus Sect and abandoned.

So be it, just fine.

Li Yuan set up a "wall" and then flew down to a wide mountain platform in the middle.

After surveying the terrain, he flew down into the snow, completely submerged underground, gathering his breath, hiding his traces, letting the flying birds outside observe the surroundings for him.

The first day of the month arrived quickly.

The snow continued to fall, swirling like white knives.

And those entering the mountain were soon cleared out, unable to do anything but wait in the distant mountain town below.

However, no one doubted that the victor of this battle would be Qing Hancheng.

Around Feiyan Platform, it was incredibly quiet, only the sound of falling snow.

Li Yuan finally waited for Qing Hancheng.

The man came from afar.

One of Li Yuan’s "eyes" quickly looked over, and before he could see clearly, a flash of cold light... and the bird exploded directly.

He continued to control the "eyes" to look.

As a result, his "eyes" all exploded, flesh turning to mist.

However, during this process, he finally saw Qing Hancheng’s values: 9316~59948!!

His were: 4530~69496.

Qing Hancheng’s values were already terrifying enough, his lower limit was stronger, his upper limit not as high, then it would come down to skill and means.

Li Yuan rose from the earth.

No need for sneak attacks or anything.

After all, he was also seeking an opportunity.

This opponent, Qing Hancheng, seemed just right.

He shook off the dirt and flew up to Feiyan Rock.

Qing Hancheng landed on the opposite side, though he wouldn’t think the thing spying on him just now was sent out by this big burly fellow in front of him.

That was the means of the Evil Ghosts, and the big burly figure before him exuded Yang Qi like a flame.

"You were looking for me, and here I am," Qing Hancheng said, "But where is your weapon?"

Li Yuan chuckled, picking up a tree branch, waving it in front of him.

Qing Hancheng said, "You use a knife, right?"

Li Yuan raised the tree branch, saying naively, "This is my knife."

Qing Hancheng frowned and said, "Your skills are decent; not using a good weapon is really a waste... We can postpone the fight, you come with me first, I’ll find a weapon forger to craft you a good knife with the best Blood Crystal Marrow, and then we’ll do battle."

Li Yuan raised the tree branch.

Suddenly, his aura changed.

The naive image vanished, replaced by an absolute grandmaster of the knife.

Qing Hancheng frowned, focusing on the tree branch for a long time, then sighed, "You are indeed impressive, so I don’t want you to waste your life in vain."

With that, he raised his hand, and from the broad ink plum sleeve floated out a long sword with deep green and red patterns.

The sword’s body, interwoven with green and red, seemed like a dense forest engulfed in raging fires, making anyone who glanced at it feel an odd "spiritual illusion" as if they were in the fire, only thinking of fleeing, only thinking of fear.

"This sword is a Divine Wood inheritance, named Life and Death, the sword of the Hall Masters through generations."

Li Yuan was secretly taken aback.

Doesn’t this mean that only by cultivating the Withering and Flourishing Skill can one become the legitimate Hall Master of the Divine Wood Hall?

Such information, even Gu Xuejian wouldn’t know.

It seems Qing Hancheng is confident enough, thinking he won’t die, so he hasn’t bothered to cultivate a suitable successor.

Qing Hancheng continued, "You with a tree branch, I with Life and Death, it’s not right."

Li Yuan said, "Indeed, it isn’t right."

With that, he suddenly dropped the tree branch.

Then, in Qing Hancheng’s eyes, he slightly brought together two fingers of his right hand.

When they came together, they became an unparalleled divine blade in the world.

Qing Hancheng’s pupils contracted, then he retreated a few paces, cupped his hands and said, "Please."