Chapter 448: The Four Great Venerables of the Four Way Pavilion!
The moment these four figures appeared, every gaze on Thunder Mountain turned toward them.
Slowly, the four figures stepped forward and took their seats on silver wood thrones.
"It's the four Pavilion Masters of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion!
Tsk tsk… looks like they're bringing out all their top powerhouses this time."
"The one in the center… must be the legendary Thunder Venerable!"
"That's right! But wait… shouldn't there be only three "
"Shhh! Watch your mouth!"
"What, you wanna die?!"
"Uh… got it!"
The crowd's attention briefly shifted from Thunder Venerable to one of the older men among them the new North Pavilion Master of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.
Of course… he no longer had a North Pavilion to manage.
A truly awkward situation.
Yet, he had no choice but to take this position because in the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, he was the only one left qualified for it.
Still, no one dared speak further on the matter.
Instead, they quickly redirected their gazes back to the other Pavilion Masters.
And soon, whispers of amazement spread across Thunder Mountain.
At the center sat a towering man, appearing around forty or fifty years old.
However, everyone knew the truth he was an ancient monster.
All four of them were.
Among them, he looked the youngest
But in reality, he was the oldest.
His face was square jawed, exuding a stern and authoritative aura.
A silver white beard trailed from his chin, complementing his long silver robes, which were covered in intricate lightning patterns.
Unlike the late Fei Tian, however
His robes were densely inscribed with living lightning runes, constantly flickering as if they had merged with his very body.
This alone signified that his robe was not just clothing… but a treasured artifact.
A faint thunderous pressure radiated from him, sending an invisible force through the air.
To most onlookers, his aura seemed weaker than the others beside him
But Xiao Yan could feel the truth.
The danger emanating from this man was on another level.
Even without soul perception, one could tell
He was the strongest of the four.
Because he sat at the highest seat of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.
"So this is Thunder Venerable…"
"Truly terrifying!"
Xiao Yan had never seen a Dou Venerate before, and despite his usual confidence, a brief wave of unease crept into his heart.
Taking a deep breath, he quickly steadied himself.
Suddenly
"Whoosh!"
A sharp whistling sound tore through the skies of Thunder Mountain.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal ten meter long sword sliced through the air, cutting straight toward the center of the square.
"What the hell?! Who the hell arrives like this?!"
Even before seeing who it was, everyone already knew whoever could enter this dramatically was no ordinary figure.
Xiao Yan's eyelids twitched.
"Damn… when will I be able to make an entrance like that?"
He had pulled off a few flashy stunts before, but nothing like this.
If he ever reached this level, he definitely had to try arriving by giant sword at least once!
"Hahaha! Sword Venerable, you're the fastest to arrive this time!"
Thunder Venerable stood up, his thunderous laughter echoing across the mountain.
The massive sword trembled slightly, then suddenly shattered into countless particles of light, dispersing into the sky.
From within, a small, unassuming figure gently descended onto his seat.
It was an elderly man, shorter in stature compared to Thunder Venerable.
At a glance, he looked like an ordinary old man from the village.
But everyone here knew better this unremarkable old man was a monster on par with Thunder Venerable himself.
"Sword Venerable is here as well! That means the true heavyweights have arrived!"
The crowd's excitement surged even higher.
Sword Venerable remained expressionless.
Inside, though…
He was frustrated as hell.
"I wanted to come earlier… but thanks to that damn Cai Lin Pavilion Master, I had to be extra cautious!
What if that lunatic launched a sneak attack?!"
And worse
The Myriad Sword Pavilion had been humiliated beyond belief.
If he didn't at least arrive with some style, they would lose even more face.
So…
He had no choice but to go all out with his grand entrance.
Still
Only Thunder Venerable would understand his pain.
At least Thunder Venerable had been kind enough to arrive before him
Letting him keep some of his pride.
Sword Venerable rolled his eyes at Thunder Venerable's laughter and silently took his seat.
"Hehehe… still holding a grudge from our last duel, old sword?"
Just as Sword Venerable sat down, a sinister laugh echoed through the air.
A streak of black light suddenly shot up from the base of the mountain
And then, in an instant, the figure within the light appeared in his seat, as if he had teleported.
Without any politeness, he casually flicked his robe and sat down.
This newcomer was cloaked entirely in black, his pale face carrying an aura of cold death.
Most striking, however, were his eyes one pitch black, the other ghostly white.
A truly eerie sight.
"That's the Ghost Venerable of the Yellow Springs Pavilion!"
Someone whispered in awe and fear.
His ghastly appearance made him look like a villain, but in truth, it was simply a byproduct of his cultivation method.
Still
That didn't stop people from instinctively distrusting him.
Sword Venerable snorted coldly.
"Heh… yeah, I got unlucky that time."
"But at least I lasted more than a hundred rounds against Wind Venerable."
"Unlike a certain someone… who got his ass kicked before even reaching that point."
Ghost Venerable's eyes narrowed dangerously.
If not for the occasion, he would've already started a fight right there.
But
Just as he prepared to snap back, he suddenly froze, his expression changing slightly.
Above them
A roaring gust of wind howled through the sky.
"Tch… this old bastard."
All three Venerables glanced upward.
They already knew who it was.
"He always arrives last."
"Every damn time."
"Classic Wind Venerable."
Their words had barely left their lips before
A colossal emerald green whirlwind descended from the heavens.
As it swirled in the air, the entire crowd muttered a single name
"Wind Venerable of the Falling Star Pavilion!"
The whirlwind shimmered briefly, then scattered into countless light fragments
Revealing a graceful elder in a flowing green robe.
He descended elegantly, his long hair flowing freely, his face carrying a refined handsomeness that had not faded with age.
Among the Four Great Venerables, he was undoubtedly the most visually appealing.
And Wind Venerable knew it.
Standing among these three ancient fossils, he looked like a legendary celestial immortal.
Compared to them?
They were just… well… old men.
(End of Chapter)
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