CHAPTER 541: CHAPTER 538: IGA PALACE!

Above Mount Fuji, there is a Gulfstream jet flying from Jiangnan to Tokyo.

Li Chen was sitting on the plane, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Suddenly!

The aircraft was hit by a strong air current from below and began to violently jolt.

Li Chen’s eyes snapped open as well and he looked down through the window glass.

That’s Yuqing’s Moonlight Slash, how could she be on Mount Fuji?

Moreover, he had warned her before that the Moonlight Slash greatly depletes True Yuan, and she should not use it lightly unless it’s a matter of life and death.

According to Yuqing’s personality, she would never take his warning lightly.

Thinking of this, Li Chen’s expression suddenly darkened.

He quickly got up and headed straight for the cabin door.

At this moment, a slender stewardess came walking toward him, signaling for Li Chen to return to his seat and fasten his seatbelt, not to move around unnecessarily.

However, Li Chen did not heed her advice and directly yanked the cabin door open. In the stunned gazes of all onboard, he flipped through the air and jumped straight down from the sky ten thousand meters high.

By the time he landed steadily on the summit of Mount Fuji, the place was empty, leaving only a scene of devastation.

Li Chen noticed blood on the ground, bent down, and touched it with his finger.

His earlier guess was not wrong; this was indeed Zhao Yuqing’s blood!

Li Chen followed the bloodstains, which stretched to halfway down the mountain.

He had thoroughly studied the distribution of forces around Mount Fuji before arriving.

That place was the Iga Palace and also the location of the Iga Sword Sect.

The Iga Sword Sect, the foremost of Japan’s seven martial pillars, equivalent to the Shaolin Temple in Huaxia.

A Sect’s base named after a palace reflects its extraordinary status in Japan, far exceeding that of Shaolin Temple in Huaxia.

After chasing for about five or six miles, Li Chen saw the towering and magnificent Iga Palace.

A few disciples of the Iga Sword Sect, seeing someone intruding, stepped forward to greet him.

"This is Iga territory, tourists are not allowed to visit, please leave immediately!"

Li Chen glanced at them and asked coldly, "Have you seen a young Huaxia girl?"

The Iga disciples exchanged a look, remaining silent and instinctively wanting to draw their swords.

However, before they could draw their swords, they saw a splendid Sword Shadow flash before their eyes.

"Phut!"

"Phut!"

"Phut!"

The throats of three Iga disciples were pierced by the Sword Shadow. They all collapsed to their knees with bulging eyes and faces of disbelief.

Li Chen stepped over their bodies and walked straight into the palace gate.

Just at that moment, dozens of disciples swarmed out from the inside, prepared for battle.

Leading them was a Transformation Realm Master who drew his sword in reverse, the sharp tip pointing at Li Chen, and he sternly shouted:

"Who goes there, why dare you intrude upon our Iga Palace?"

Li Chen’s gaze was icy as he said in a firm voice, "I dislike people pointing swords at me!"

Li Chen spoke with a Jiangnan accent and rather quickly, and the Transformation Realm Grandmaster did not quite catch what he meant.

"What did you say?"

"I said, it’s time for you to die!"

"Die," Li Chen’s voice had barely faded when he pointed his fingers like a blade, slashing towards the Transformation Realm Master like a comet striking the moon.

The Transformation Realm Master, horrified by the turn of events, instinctively swung his sword to defend.

However, his long sword had scarcely risen when Li Chen’s finger pierced through it, piercing his heart with a chill.

Seeing this, the disciples of Iga Palace turned pale.

The man was of similar age to them, even younger, yet could kill a master with a single finger, how terrifying was that?

Li Chen looked up and saw the four gilded characters "Iga Palace" hanging overhead. He sliced through the air with his palm like a knife, cutting straight through them.

Crack!

The signboard of Iga Palace was split in half by Li Chen, crashing to the ground with a thunderous sound.

"Huaxia’s Immortal Master Li, has come to pay a visit!"

With each word Li Chen shouted, he stepped forward, simultaneously slaying one person.

By the time the nine words were out, over half of the dozen or so gatekeeper disciples were either dead or injured, all staring at Li Chen with terror-filled eyes, as if they had seen the devil.

Hearing the phrase "Huaxia’s Immortal Master Li, has come to pay a visit," the elders and deacons of Iga Palace were already in chaos.

Separated by sea, Huaxia and Japan were century-old rivals; therefore, many Japanese had heard of Immortal Master Li’s reputation.

"Immortal Master Li from Huaxia, why has he come?"

"The visitor harbors ill intentions, go and prepare for battle at once!"

The speaker was Miyamoto Sakura, the current Sect Leader of the Iga Sword Sect.

She was the granddaughter of Miyamoto Musashi, her mother being Princess Qianzi, the younger sister of Japan’s current Emperor, holding an exalted status.

Moreover, she had shown immense talent for Sword Dao since childhood, much favored by the Old Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi. So much so that after his position as Sect Leader of Iga Palace was inherited, it was directly passed to the third generation, Miyamoto Sakura, bypassing the second.

Beneath Iga Palace lay an Underground Palace, built as a military base back in the day to guard against the United States bombing Japan with nuclear weapons again.

After the conclusion of World War II and as the global environment trended towards peace, this military base gradually fell into disuse and came into the possession of the Iga Sword Sect.

Deep inside Mount Fuji, the Underground Palace had been essentially hollowed out. Lava and molten rock flowed and seared, splattering dazzling electric sparks of fire.

At the highest point within the Underground Palace was an artificially constructed platform. The platform was open to the elements and faced directly towards the crater of Mount Fuji.

Atop the platform, there stood a towering iron pillar, firmly secured by eight iron chains as thick as bowls.

From a distance, it looked like a giant lightning rod.

At the same time, this was Miyamoto Musashi’s masterpiece. He intended to use this lightning rod to draw the heavenly thunder, gathering both Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire together, to help him break through the shackles of life and death, extending his lifespan.

"Little girl, how do you like my altar?" Miyamoto Musashi, squinting his eyes and full of pride, began to boast to Zhao Yuqing.

Zhao Yuqing did not answer, her face was as pale as frost. Obviously, she had been seriously hurt by that previous sword strike.

Seeing Zhao Yuqing remain silent, Miyamoto Musashi continued talking to himself.

"In three days, a super thunderstorm will strike Mount Fuji. When that happens, I will draw down the Heavenly Thunder to meet the Earth Fire. And by uniting with you in the Yin Yang Union, I will be able to withstand the searing flames and successfully achieve supreme power."

"When that time comes, not a single person on this entire planet will be my match!"

Caught up in his gloating, Miyamoto Musashi could not contain the pride within him and burst into uproarious laughter.

Zhao Yuqing clenched her teeth and said coldly, "Even in death, I will not be humiliated by you!"

Seeing Zhao Yuqing’s stubborn disposition, Miyamoto Musashi was not angered, but instead smirked chillingly, "I am truly curious as to who was able to teach such a disciple with such proud spirit?"

Zhao Yuqing’s gaze was somewhat hazy, vaguely as if she could see Li Chen’s figure again.

His warm and strong hands tightly embracing her, telling her not to be afraid, that he was there for her.

Just as Zhao Yuqing appeared to be in a daze, a voice suddenly rang out by her ear, sounding like thunder and yet infinitely familiar.

"Donghua’s Immortal Master Li, has come to pay a visit!"