The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1045 - Chapter 1045 Chapter 1044 Characters from a Century Ago

Chapter 1045: Chapter 1044: Characters from a Century Ago Chapter 1045: Chapter 1044: Characters from a Century Ago Boom!!!

The massive commotion affected the entire Chaos Demon Valley; no matter where one was within its confines, they could feel the ground shaking.

Countless demon beasts within the valley howled in unison, seemingly sensing fear, while the various martial artists in the valley were all astonished, unsure of what had happened.

At the center of the fierce battle, Juechen’s expression was unbecoming, with the cloth-wrapped sword held in front of him as his figure forcefully retraced dozens of steps backward.

Meanwhile, the ancient spear returned to Fang Lin’s grasp, who promptly stowed it away, not using it any further.

Pfft!

Juechen felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, his dual sword-wielding hands no longer as steady as before.

The crowd, seeing Juechen actually spitting blood, were all secretly shocked and involuntarily turned their gazes toward Fang Lin.

Up until now, this was the first time Juechen had spat blood in the fight, showing just how formidable the ancient spear was. Even a person like Juechen, exerting his full power with his sword, found it difficult to withstand the full might of the ancient spear.

Little did they know, Fang Lin was even more astonished than the others; he had unleashed the ancient spear, yet this fellow managed to stand his ground, suffering only some minor injuries.

One should know that the power of the ancient spear was incredibly strong; ordinarily, those at the Spirit Bone realm couldn’t withstand it.

Yet this Juechen had tenaciously blocked it, rendering Fang Lin incredulous.

“Since my awakening, you are the first one who has injured me. Tell me your name,” Juechen said to Fang Lin, his voice icy cold.

Fang Lin curled his lips: “I’m not familiar with you.”

Juechen sneered coldly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

The young man in white and the middle-aged man were still seriously wounded, and the tall man had just been severely injured by Juechen, now losing most of his combat power.

Only Fang Lin and the silver-haired woman still had the strength to fight, but it was plainly insufficient to defeat Juechen.

At this moment, Juechen had lost his patience and was ready to use his greatest strength.

“This sword truly reveals its edge only thrice, it seems today I’ll have to make it a fourth,” Juechen said, reaching to unravel the cloth strips wound around his sword.

Right then, several figures appeared; two princes from Qing Nation along with four royal experts, and Duan Qilin from the Pill Alliance with two others arrived from a different direction.

“Brother Duan!” Upon seeing Duan Qilin, Fang Lin immediately called out to him.

Duan Qilin and his two companions were also secretly shocked by the scene before them, and upon hearing Fang Lin’s voice, they quickly moved to his side.

“Fang Lin, what’s the situation now?” Duan Qilin asked.

Fang Lin gave a bitter smile: “What else could it be? This guy is too strong; even all of us together can’t beat him.”

Upon hearing this, Duan Qilin and his two companions all had somber expressions and turned their eyes toward Juechen.

“Hmm? This person’s appearance seems very similar to Juechen, the greatest Talent of the Nine Countries from a century ago!” One of the men in black beside Duan Qilin suddenly remarked.

As soon as these words were spoken, Duan Qilin and the other companion were both greatly alarmed and found it unbelievable.

Fang Lin, however, felt it was rather baffling. Juechen? The greatest Talent of the Nine Countries from a hundred years ago? Could it be this guy?

The man in black appeared to be only in his thirties, his cultivation inscrutable to Fang Lin, likely to be one of the Pill Alliance’s Nine Guards, no weaker than Duan Qilin. Yet even such a character was watching Juechen with extreme caution at the moment, his eyes revealing slivers of fear.

Another was clad in a white robe, startlingly, a woman. She had a graceful and heroic demeanor that utterly lacked any trace of feminine frailty.

This white-robed woman had an aura about her that was extremely formidable, even surpassing that of Duan Qilin.

“People from the Pill Alliance?” Juechen’s eyebrows knitted slightly as he looked at Duan Qilin and his two companions, specially casting a few more glances at the man in black and the woman in white.

Both of them felt the might of Juechen, and immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Duan Qilin also moved Fang Lin behind him, his expression wary.

“Only three of the Nine Guards from the Pill Alliance came? What about Ning Changfeng? Didn’t he come?” Juechen said indifferently.

Hearing Ning Changfeng’s name, Duan Qilin and his companions all changed color.

“How do you know this name?” the woman in white asked coldly.

Juechen smiled faintly, “Back in the day, there weren’t many who could stand against my blade undefeated, and Ning Changfeng was one of them. With his abilities, he couldn’t have died already, right?”

In the present Nine Countries, perhaps many were unaware of the name Ning Changfeng, but those of a certain age were no strangers to it.

Once among the strongest Talents of the Nine Countries, a top-tier genius with mastery in both pills and martial arts, he created impressive battle records time and time again a century ago.

Although Ning Changfeng seldom appeared in public now, he had actually become the leader of the Nine Guards of the Pill Alliance and had already entered the mysterious and unfathomable Spirit Source realm.

“You really are Juechen from a hundred years ago!” the man in black exclaimed, finding it somewhat hard to believe.

Duan Qilin and the woman in white both inhaled sharply. The Juechen of a century past was a renowned figure, a treasured blade that had fought against all Talents, never once defeated.

There were only a scarce few who had not suffered defeat under Juechen’s blade, and Ning Changfeng was one of them.

But a hundred years ago, everyone thought Juechen had perished.

Yet unexpectedly, this peerless genius from years gone by had reappeared with little change in appearance or demeanor from those days.

However, it seemed he had not yet stepped into the Spirit Source realm, which was rather odd.

The two princes of Qing Nation and four royal experts stood at a distance, equally stunned.

This man wielding a cloth-wrapped blade was actually Juechen, the one who had once swept through the talents of the Nine Countries?

“This is impossible! Juechen has long been dead!” Prince Ba declared outright, utterly disbelieving.

But the four royal elders at his side wore looks of shock and awe, observing Juechen as though they had seen a ghost.

These four royal elders were all over a hundred years old, having witnessed Juechen’s formidable prowess in their youth, and even after so many years, they hadn’t forgotten.

Now seeing him again, the four elders instantly remembered, without a doubt, that this indeed was Juechen from years past, just as domineering and unparalleled.

However, Juechen was clearly dead a century ago, so why had he appeared here?

The four elders were filled with confusion, but there was one thing they were certain about, they must not provoke this Juechen.

The Juechen of the past was a ruthless man, having killed many, and he didn’t care which powers you belonged to; if you irritated him, he would take action.

Prince Yang Jianfeng’s brows were tightly furrowed as his gaze swept over everyone present, secretly weighing his options.

The current situation was extremely delicate; almost no one present was a mediocre individual, yet they belonged to different affiliations, wary of each other.

“Hm? Where did that fox go?” Just then, Fang Lin suddenly realized that the silver-haired woman had vanished at some point, his heart sinking with foreboding.