Chapter 302: Chapter 166: Mu Jianxian, Admired by Thousands, Kneels Humbly in a Place Unknown to Others
Logically speaking, the Wuji Demon Sect, which once completed the devastation of billions of lives, should not be so high-profile. Why have they become such an uninvited guest at this Immortal Tea Gathering in the Yulin Domain?
The Wuji Demon Sect holds a special status in history. Even if they have secretly amassed enough strength, they shouldn’t act like this... Being so high-profile will only lead to another alliance bringing them to justice.
Moreover, Wu Liang surely understands the concept of "coming and not being able to leave," so what is his reason for acting so flamboyantly?
Why would the Wuji Demon Sect be willing to send such a genius to a pointless death?
Or is there some deeper meaning to all this?
Meanwhile, on the arena between the canyon, Wu Liang looked around once, his gaze lingering on Yang Guan’s face below the stage, his voice mocking: "Chief Yang, are you going to wait until I’ve slaughtered half of the Tongsheng Realm here before making a move?"
"If you ask me, staying at that little Divine Intent Sect really doesn’t suit you. Why not join our Wuji Demon Sect? Your ways of doing things certainly suit the path of blood sacrifice, and it’s not impossible for you to become the new leader."
In just a day or two, rumors related to Yang Guan had already become widely known.
Wu Liang took the opportunity to taunt: "After all... haven’t you already done such things?"
"Whether it’s the Baoyuan Sect or the Xunfeng Country, weren’t they all planned by you in the shadows?"
"How dare you!" Zhao Yunyan from the pavilion slapped the table: "How can we allow a demon path cultivator to slander Brother Yang like this?
Demon path cultivators should be eradicated by everyone. Kill him!"
Zhao Yunyan gave the order to the Imperial Guards of Xunfeng Country around her.
In the Yulin Domain, Xunfeng Country is at most considered a fifth-grade small nation, and although it’s been elevated to a fourth-grade sect because of Prince Consort Yang Guan, the foundation of a fifth-grade sect cannot be rapidly transformed.
So the strength of these Imperial Guards isn’t high, but as Zhao Yunyan’s personal guards, their loyalty is naturally unshakable.
Thus, even though they didn’t know the opponent, with the command of their empress, they charged towards the arena without hesitation.
However, Yang Guan raised his right arm to block the Imperial Guards’ path.
"That’s how it should be." Wu Liang chuckled softly: "Otherwise, people will say you rose to power by relying on women."
Yang Guan stepped towards the arena, with each step, it seemed like the sound of storms and thunder roared, the momentum was vast: "This is not a place for a demon path cultivator like you to run wild."
Wu Liang sneered: "I’ve already rampaged and killed five people, saying this now, what’s the point?"
Yang Guan stopped across from Wu Liang: "Your strength is indeed impressive, but..."
A vast spiritual power surged from within Yang Guan, the Divine Infant Immortal Body endowed him with two Spirit Seas, hence as soon as the spiritual power was unleashed, it swept across the entire canyon.
The magnitude and purity of the spiritual energy surpassed even many cultivators at the Unity Realm Stage.
Interwoven winds and thunder, two Rule Powers erupted from his palms, in an instant movement, Yang Guan had already arrived before Wu Liang.
One palm thrust forth, winds and thunder filled the air, carrying the force to topple mountains and split rivers.
Boom!
This palm easily shattered Wu Liang’s protective spiritual power and struck heavily on Wu Liang’s chest, but... it couldn’t send Wu Liang flying with one strike.
Yang Guan furrowed his brow slightly, the next second Wu Liang smiled with his mouth wide open, his body not advancing but retreating, whispering low in Yang Guan’s ear: "I don’t know the reason, but my superiors wanted me to relay a message to you...
Don’t treat us as fools."
Boom!
After these words fell, a vast blood-colored spiritual power surged from within Wu Liang, and from behind him, a five-headed, ten-armed Heavenly Demon phantom emerged. The overwhelming force caused hurricanes to stir in the sky, the Cloud Sea gathered and dispersed unpredictably, instantly casting a shadow over the entire Sunset Canyon with the immense Heavenly Demon spiritual power.
At this moment, Wu Liang’s aura climbed higher and higher, even without Harmonization, his aura was stronger than those at the Unity Realm Stage, shocking the nearby Yang Guan and sending him flying.
Sizzle—
Yang Guan, whose body exploded in retreat, scraped along the surface of the arena, barely stopping at the edge, his expression livid as he looked at Wu Liang.
Not because he feared his power, but because of his words!
"Chief Yang." Wu Liang, with blood-red eyes, expressionless, his demeanor like a different person: "I am still just at the Tongsheng Realm, this is just one of our Wuji Demon Sect’s secret techniques, don’t accuse me of cheating, then rush at me with everyone else."
"You..." Yang Guan’s face darkened, he realized that the person before him was no longer Wu Liang.
"But it’s fine if you call others." Wu Liang smiled faintly: "After all, if you’re intimidated by my aura and forced to retreat, how could you be my opponent?"
Now the silence around the arena was deafening to Yang Guan.
Yang Guan felt the disbelief and suspicion in their gazes... This was the scene he least wanted to see.
"You are indeed still in the Tongsheng Realm, but you are no longer Wu Liang... However, that doesn’t matter."
Standing upright, Yang Guan patted his robe, determined to restore everything and dispel the doubts.
"But with just this, it’s not enough..."
Before the words were even completed, a voice rang out from the crowd: "Mu Jianxian!"
At that moment, everyone looked up, seeing Mu Qingyue’s silver ponytail gently swaying in the wind.
She stood in the sky, her slightly thin figure resembling an unmatched treasure sword, radiating brilliant light.
A terrifying Sword Intent shot straight up to the clouds, shattering the Cloud Sea bearing down on the city, the invisible sharp Sword Qi permeated throughout the entire canyon, all pointing at Wu Liang, behind whom loomed the phantom of the Heavenly Demon.
Everyone was stunned by Mu Qingyue’s Sword Intent at that moment. Mu Qingyue hadn’t even drawn her sword from its sheath, yet they realized every inch of space within hundreds of miles was invaded by the invisible Sword Qi, seemingly ready to pierce mountains and traverse the nine heavens at any moment.
Wu Liang’s expression changed: "Isn’t your Wandao Sect not involved in the Yulin Domain’s affairs!?"
"You are at the Unity Realm Stage."
Mu Qingyue spoke concisely, holding her left hand in a virtual grip, the ’Morning and Dusk’ sword sheath appearing in her hand. She gently extended her right hand, its jade-like delicacy soft and tender, the side profile hidden by a black cloth was gentle yet austere.
She grasped the hilt of ’Morning and Dusk,’ her dainty bones gradually tightened.
Wu Liang’s blood-red pupils trembled: "If you defend the Yulin Domain, I will not hold back!"
He stepped forward, the Heavenly Demon phantom behind him merged into his body, achieving a complete breakthrough into the Unity Realm Stage!
"I am curious to see how valuable your Sword Immortal status truly is!"
Wu Liang roared, causing the arena at his feet to shatter inch by inch!
In the sky, Mu Qingyue remained silent, taking a step lightly, as if she vanished from the world.
No one among the present could detect Mu Qingyue’s presence, but they could guess where she would appear as they looked towards Wu Liang, whose growing strength had reached near incredulity despite lacking the Heavenly Demon phantom.
They saw Mu Qingyue.
Screech—
The sharp sound of a sword resonated through the canyon at that moment, as Mu Qingyue, approaching Wu Liang, drew ’Morning and Dusk,’ herself becoming the most dazzling sword light in the world.
She strolled forth, then strolled past.
She stopped, and everyone watched her right hand, as she re-sheathed ’Morning and Dusk.’
"Is this your swordsmanship?"
Wu Liang lowered his head slightly, his voice surprising everyone. When did Mu Jianxian strike?
Thump, thump, thump...
The audience still didn’t know, but they witnessed an unforgettable scene.
Wu Liang, standing in place, started from his head, to his shoulders, neck, arms, chest, abdomen, and legs... blood gushed forth!
The explosion of over a hundred sword slashes turned Wu Liang into a blood-colored firework, a figure that exploded like a firecracker, filling the sky with blood.
Dead silence!
Following the dead silence after Wu Liang fell and died, was fervent reverence.
Not to mention other cultivators, even sword cultivators present didn’t see Mu Qingyue’s swordsmanship, but that didn’t hinder their worship.
Applause, cheers, and fervent reverence.
Everyone present had heard of Mu Qingyue’s Sword Immortal reputation, but few had seen her in action, and now witnessing it firsthand, resulted in a tumultuous clamor.
Especially since Mu Jianxian was also a beautiful sword fairy!
On the arena, Mu Qingyue wordlessly returned to the room.
Lu Jin’an stood by the window, listening to the cheers and admiration for Senior Sister outside, smiling faintly: "You’re back?"
"Hmm."
Mu Qingyue placed ’Morning and Dusk’ at the door and stepped in front of Lu Jin’an.
She had just slain the demon cultivator that had left the Yulin Domain’s Immortal Tea Gathering somewhat at a loss, garnering the entire crowd’s cheers.
And now, she returned to the room and approached Lu Jin’an, gently kneeling, extending her exquisite, delicate jade hands.
These hands had just slain the demon cultivator with a single sword stroke.
These hands now gripped something that seemed unrelated amidst the cheering din outside.
Lu Jin’an squinted his eyes.
Those outside couldn’t see, nor did they know, that the exalted Mu Jianxian they revered was now kneeling on the floor, focused intently on...
Softly parting her lips.
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The author: The much-admired Mu Jianxian, in a place unknown to others, for Lu Jin’an... This is the source of the charm.