Chapter 1087 Final Showdown at Mount Fuoco

At the peak of the towering Mount Fuoco, a fierce mountain wind roared!

Elijah slowly stood up, the wind whipping his dry, silver hair wildly.

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In front of the cameras, the warriors of the Sakuranian Martial Arts World immediately burst into cheers!

“Look! That’s our Sword Saint, Master Elijah!”

“Wow! Master Elijah looks nowhere near his 70 years. He seems like a young martial artist in his prime at

30!”

“Master Elijah sat atop Mount Fuoco for 30 years. Imagine the discipline and cultivation he must have to achieve that!”

“Is that scandal from 30 years ago true?”

“Are you an idi*t? Someone as esteemed as Master Elijah, whom even the emperor respect, wouldn’t shame himself over something like that!”

“Those sinister tricks used by contemptible people, like planting drugs, causing car accidents, or spreading scandals–any baseless accusation that can stir public outrage–can ruin a genius warrior’s life in an instant.”

“It’s a shame to lose 30 golden years of Master Elijah’s life like that!”

“Time will prove everything!”

“Without Master Elijah, the Sakuranian Martial Arts World is just a bunch of clowns!”

“When there’s no formidable opponent, they think they’re somebody.”

“When Divine Drakebane comes knocking, they remember Master Elijah. It’s really shameless!”

“Greedy fools who care only about their interests have no shame.”

Eira stood amidst the thousands, hidden under a baseball cap and a large mask, gazing at Elijah on the screen and listening to the warriors‘ discussions about him.

A trace of comfort and joy flickered in her eyes.

Eira had come especially to send Elijah off after receiving his handwritten letter yesterday.

Watching Elijah’s slender figure stand as a beacon in the roaring mountain wind atop Mount Fuoco brought tears to her eyes.

Elijah before, not

the stories about Elijah were

Fuoco bowed the rows of spruce trees, seemingly threatening

stood firm

Elijah transform before

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dull, aged eyes

the inner sword energy radiance of

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blood and pulse roaring like a torrential

the Iron Body of the

martial arts master of Elijah’s cultivation stood atop Mount Fuoco, merged as one with the sacred

our battle is not about Sakuranian Martial Arts, nor about worldly grudges. It’s a test of cultivation. Please give it your

bowed slightly, sheathing his dragon dagger. “Master

planted his saber

Maybe indfang deuntain stone.

as a sword, and a

sweeping strike, Elijah’s iron fist cracked the void and aimed straight

Crack, crack, crack!

the howling mountain wind shattered

his punch snapped hundreds of spruce branches

clothes billowed, and

landed, but the violent gust from it was

dozen

in

a wind would reduce an ordinary warrior to

had reached the Pinnacle of Martial Arts, where all his attacks were

could destroy worlds with a mere

was the highest state one could achieve through

Will, coupled with the primal force of

not afford to be

beam of light, shattering the stone beneath their feet and scattering snowflakes into the

his time, swung out another palm, countering the oncoming

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