Chapter 2220: The Last Chance! (1)

Chapter 2220: The Last Chance! (1)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
More than one?
Was the power gap among the Ten High Nobles so wide?
Xu Xiaoshou felt a sense of unease. It occurred to him that, among the Ten High Nobles, he had some impression of most of them, if not all, except for a few who were rarely mentioned.
In retrospect, were these signs not subtle hints of the forgotten legacy of the “Holy Emperor”?
Kui Leihan, The Divine, You Yuan Buddha, Bei Huai, and Kong Yuhen.
If there were to be a Holy Emperor among them, it would likely be one of these less familiar figures.
According to Bazhun’an, Bei Huai seemed to be one of them, but the specifics of his abilities remained unknown.
Xu Xiaoshou himself could be considered one, at least partially.
Xu Xiaoshou cast a peculiar glance at Kong Yuhen. No one seemed more fitting for the elusive characteristics of a Holy Emperor.
“Besides Bei, who else?” Xu Xiaoshou inquired, capturing everyone’s attention, and even arousing curiosity in Kong Yuhen.
After all, he was unaware of these secrets.
With a shake of his head, Bazhun’an replied, “I only have a rough idea, not the details.”
“I had a friend from the Buddhist Sect in the Western Region. He might still be around doing something, or perhaps he’s already done.”
“He mentioned it once, I asked about it, but I don’t remember the specifics.”
“Now, I’m even starting to forget him.”
You Yuan Buddha!
Not only Xu Xiaoshou but everyone instantly identified Bazhun’an’s friend.
Strangely, upon reflection, it seemed that everything related to You Yuan Buddha had been forgotten.
Even what he did among the Ten High Nobles and why he was celebrated as “If the Buddha held grievances, the prison should be full” eluded everyone.
“What about Kui Leihan and The Divine?” Xu Xiaoshou remembered Bazhun’an mentioning these two names, so he reckoned it was fine to bring them up.
“You see, you can mention them without any burden.” Bazhun’an smiled. Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood; these two were likely not Holy Emperors, at least not at the moment.
“Besides the Ten High Nobles, in that generation, there were many with the potential to become Holy Emperors. Perhaps they are just a single opportunity away.” Bazhun’an shifted the focus to others.
Naturally, Xu Xiaoshou thought of the Seven Sword Deity.
However, there was a notable discrepancy in their strengths, and the age differences were significant.
Apart from the well-known figures, only a few like You Tu, Hua Changdeng, Feng Tingchen, and Wen Ting were rarely heard of.
“Do you know where You Tu is now?” Mei Siren suddenly spoke up.
Bazhun’an shook his head slightly, not saying a word.
Xu Xiaoshou continued, “What about Hua…”
He abruptly stopped.
Everyone felt a chilling sensation down their spine.
Vaguely remembering…
Mostly forgotten.
Following the battle in which the Eighth Sword Deity met his downfall, a solitary figure emerged from the aftermath, and that person was none other than Hua Changdeng.
Within the phrase “Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao,” the presence of “Hua” sparked intriguing thoughts.
“So, this…” Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath.
“He is not, at least not currently.” Bazhun’an didn’t hesitate to mention his only defeat in the past as if these things didn’t bother him.
“Hua Changdeng has secluded himself in the Land of Screen and Candles. It’s a pity,” Mei Siren expressed regret, the only one who dared to speak so frankly.
Bazhun’an nodded slightly, “He is one of the few ancient swordsmen I’ve seen with exceptional talent and character.”
“Now, he remains in seclusion, not just because of You Tu but more so because of himself.
A demi-saint residing in isolation…
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of this.
Was he sealing the sword, or perhaps cultivating something else?
However, with Bazhun’an praising him so highly, it seemed that even with some distance, he was catching up.
“What about the Feng family in the Southern Region?” Xu Xiaoshou asked.
“He won’t do.”
So straightforward… Everyone was stunned. Xu Xiaoshou asked again, “Why do you say that?”
“Feng Tingchen has good talent and abundant resources, but he is trapped in the mortal world. As long as he can’t break free, he can’t make any progress.”
“And now…”
“At most, he is as good as Master Siren.”
Bazhun’an broke into a smile and a moment of realization dawned upon him as he turned toward Mei Siren, saying, “Of course, you still have a chance.”
Mei Siren coldly sneered and fanned himself rapidly, “You don’t need to soften the blow. I am very self-aware, and my fate has come to this!”
“That’s still very strong.” Xu Xiaoshou hastily added.
This was not an exaggeration.
How many Holy Emperors were there?
One with the combat strength of an ancient swordsman like Master Siren could hardly be considered weak.
Even the slightly weaker Holy Emperors had to be vigilant, guarding against the existence that could cut them down with a single strike.
Moreover…
Although Feng Tingchen from the Southern Region had been absent for a long time, he should be much younger than Master Siren, belonging to the generation between the old bones and Bazhun’an.
Reaching the level of Master Siren in stealth and secrecy; he was truly formidable!
“Feng Tingchen may not be suitable, but his descendants have been well nurtured,” Bazhun’an casually added, concluding the topic. He then shifted his focus to Xu Xiaoshou, saying:
“Mentioning all this is not just a waste of words.”
“In the future, as the one in charge of the First Pavilion in the Sky, most of what you will face next will be at this level.”
“My advice is to adjust your mindset promptly. Losing is not shameful.”
Unexpectedly, he would also offer advice… “What if I lose and get captured or killed?” Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and asked.
“Then, it’s your problem for being too weak,” Bazhun’an spoke with brutal honesty and turned to look at Kong Yuhen..