143: Monk's Fierceness

Chapter 142 Cultivator's Fierce Might

"Elder Fajian..."

The monk before them, named Fajian, was the head of the Vajra Hall of Tianlong Temple, and also a newly advanced Innate expert of Tianlong Temple!

To deal with Xu Mujun and cut off a major arm of Great Yu, the various rebel kings had long reached a consensus in secret, wanting to take the opportunity when Xu Mujun went down to South Yue alone to encircle and kill him directly!

In this way, Emperor Zhengyong would not only lose an Innate Realm expert, but the Great Yu army would also lose a powerful commander!

With the ebb and flow, their rebel forces would become unprecedentedly powerful, far surpassing Emperor Zhengyong and Great Yu.

Besides Fajian, there were two other Innate Realm experts.

They were all Innate experts gathered by the various rebel forces in the south!

One of them was about forty years old, wearing brocades, looking more like a wealthy lord.

In his hand, he was toying with two jade palm-rolling balls, emitting a faint glow, which at a glance were precious treasures.

Tuoba Huanmie, an Elder of the Manifested Sect of the Tuoba Family, and also an Innate expert exclusively in charge of external affairs for the Tuoba Family.

"Although this person Xu Mujun has advanced to the Innate Realm for more than ten years, today, with several Fellow Daoists and me joining forces, and Senior Banyuan here, Xu Mujun is bound to die!"

The third person was a middle-aged old woman with a cold expression and slender eyes. A blood-colored longsword lay horizontally across the table, and she wore colorful robes, looking extremely dazzling.

Liang Hongxia, one of the Grand Elders of the Shushan Sword Sect.

She was also an Innate expert dispatched by the Shu King to help out!

The Shushan Sword Sect had always been the leader of the Shuzhou Martial Forest, and it was unknown why they were actually willing to cooperate with the Shu King.

With the joining of the Shushan Sword Sect, the strength under the Shu King greatly increased.

When sending troops out of Hanzhong, they occupied several cities in an extremely short period of time.

And this time when Xu Mujun went down to South Yue alone, countless people saw the opportunity, which also included the Shu King and the Shushan Sword Sect.

She said in a hoarse voice: "General Xu Xuanwu, it was you who summoned us, and now it is still you who are hesitating."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Xu Xuanwu took a deep breath and said: "Seniors, Fellow Daoists, what Xuanwu asks for today is not to harm my father's life, but just to capture him."

"After all, he and I are father and son. Once he is captured, I can move him with affection and reason, and sooner or later I will persuade my father."

"Today's Great Yu emperor is foolish and incompetent, and the whole world is in rebellion. This is the consequence of bringing it upon himself."

"My father is deeply righteous, I think he will figure it out."

The few of them looked at each other, then looked toward Senior Banyuan.

Banyuan chuckled and said: "Want to kill Xu Mujun? This old Daoist can do it. Want to capture him alive... I don't agree!"

"The secret forces of this little emperor cannot be underestimated. On the surface, Xu Mujun only brought more than three hundred personal soldiers south, but how could the people in the dark hide from this old Daoist?"

"Two Innate Realm experts! Truly a grand gesture, protecting Xu Mujun in secret all along."

"You... really want to capture Xu Mujun alive?"

Xu Xuanwu's expression changed slightly, meaning that they were now facing three Innate Realm experts?

Tuoba Huanmie said indifferently: "Five against three, victory is in our hands. What do you all think?"

"Amitabha."

"There are still two Innate experts, how should we deal with them?"

Xu Mujun took the lead and said: "Everyone, this general can deal with one Innate expert under Emperor Zhengyong, and as for the other one... how about Senior Liang Hongyu deal with her?"

The few of them looked at each other and nodded one after another.

"Since it is decided, then we shall..."

"Boom!"

Before the words fell, a blood-colored ribbon descended from the sky, fiercely smashing into the center of the prefectural office.

Xu Mujun made his move!

Five figures soared into the sky, narrowly dodging this attack.

"Everyone, I leave it to you!"

Xu Xuanwu shouted loudly, his figure retreating rapidly, followed closely by Liang Hongyu.

"Xu Xuanwu!"

In the distance, Xu Mujun's Divine Thought immediately locked onto Xu Xuanwu.

Three years unseen, this son whom he had placed high hopes on had a strange aura about him.

"Father..."

After being silent for several breaths, Xu Xuanwu said: "I am right. Emperor Zhengyong has lost all support, and this world shall be occupied by those with virtue!"

"Afterwards, you will understand."

"Stop right there!"

Xu Mujun stepped out, about to pursue and kill.

But almost at the same time, a golden light suddenly burst open before him.

Fajian's figure instantly appeared before him, his kasaya completely shattered, revealing his sturdy and robust upper body.

The bronze-colored light and golden light shone upon each other, just like a Buddha statue in a temple.

"Patron Xu, today..."

"Courting death!"

Xu Mujun roared angrily, and the blood-colored ribbon slashed down vertically.

"Vajra Subdues the Tiger!"

"Buddha's Light Illuminates Everywhere!"

Fajian let out a dark shout, like an angry Vajra, pressing his palms together like a believer worshipping Buddha, actually clamping onto the Hundred Battles Blood Fiend Saber in Xu Mujun's hand all at once.

He sneered and said: "Patron Xu, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back..."

"Puff!"

Before the words fell, Xu Mujun opened his mouth and spat, a fiery red sword light flashed past, instantly piercing through Abbot Fayuan's body.

"My Buddha...!"

Abbot Fayuan trembled all over, his eyes filled with disbelief. His massive body swayed, and then he fiercely crashed into the ground, splashing up a large amount of dust.

Instant kill!

Xu Mujun killed Fajian in a single move!

"How is this possible!"

Tuoba Huanmie, who wanted to sneak attack from the side, exclaimed, what happened? Just a blood-colored light flashed by, and Abbot Fayuan was killed?

This...

"Screech...!"

Almost at the same time, another piercing sound of breaking through the air came.

He turned his head instinctively, only to see a tiny blood-colored light spot rapidly flying towards him, at an extremely fast speed.

"What kind of thing is this!"

He roared angrily, the True Qi in his body instantly surged, pouring into the palm-rolling balls in his hand.

Then he shouted explosively, and the two palm-rolling balls turned into two lights, one after the other, meeting this blood-colored light.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled sounds rang out. The palm-rolling balls he had played with for decades were instantly destroyed, turning into smoke and dust dissipating across the sky.

And that blood-colored light shot to his front at an incredible speed; he couldn't even react in time.

"Puff!"

The blood-colored light pierced through again, passing directly through Tuoba Huanmie's chest and spurting out a streak of fresh blood.

"That is..."

He turned his head tremblingly, stretching out his hand as if to grab something, but could only fall down powerlessly.

"...Flying Sword!"

The blood-colored light that Tuoba Huanmie saw before his death was unexpectedly a miniature Flying Sword.

"Flying Sword?!"

"Fellow Daoist?"

The distant Daoist Banyuan also clearly saw the blood-colored light, his eyes filled with surprise and realization.

"That's not right!"

"You are not a Cultivator!"

"That Flying Sword has no mana fluctuations; instead, it is filled with a rich blood-colored aura and True Qi."

"As expected of Xu Mujun, actually nurturing the Flying Sword with his own true essence and vital blood to achieve the effect of sword control arts."

Daoist Banyuan chuckled and said: "This old Daoist is truly lucky! A Flying Sword contaminated by the vital blood of a Mortal Martial Artist, yet whose spirituality remains undiminished, is at least of High Grade quality!"

"Give this old Daoist... death!"

Seeing him fiercely flick his robes, a ball of black fog surged out, killing toward Xu Mujun's direction.

"Hum hum hum..."

Almost at the same time, waves of piercing buzzing sounds came.

Looking closely, that was not black fog at all, but a massive swarm of insects composed of tiny mosquitoes!

"Cultivator?!"

Xu Mujun frowned, not expecting there to be a Cultivator here.

However, he did not retreat. Today he came for Xu Xuanwu, and anyone who blocked his way was an enemy!

"You all go assist the two fathers-in-law, leave this person to this general."

"Understood!"

The dozens of personal soldiers immediately pulled their reins and retreated rapidly.

They also knew that when facing Cultivators, they were simply no match.

Only Innate Realm Martial Artists could put up some resistance in front of Cultivators.

"Hum!"

Xu Mujun pointed again, and the blood-colored Flying Sword shot out once more, killing toward Daoist Banyuan.

But Daoist Banyuan sneered, patted his waist with one hand, and another mass of black light surged out.

At the same time, his other hand quickly formed hand seals, and dense Spell fluctuations began to condense before him.

In an instant, the black fog surged, and within it actually appeared a black short blade, slashing rapidly toward Xu Mujun with a piercing screech.

"Hum hum hum..."

Without the Flying Sword holding it back, this ball of black fog entirely composed of black mosquitoes swept over, instantly enveloping Xu Mujun within it.

"Puff!"

Hundred Battles Blood Fiend Saber!

The blood-colored ribbon expanded horizontally, immediately killing seven or eight black mosquitoes.

But the remaining mosquitoes seemed to have smelled the scent of blood and swarmed up again.

"Hehehehe..."

Daoist Banyuan's gloomy laughter kept coming, only to see that the black short blade controlled by him had already entangled the blood-colored Flying Sword, continuously attacking around the Flying Sword and flashing dazzling sparks.

Compared to the black short blade, Xu Mujun's blood-colored Flying Sword was undoubtedly much more sluggish, only knowing how to charge straight ahead, constantly charging left and right, and being beaten back continuously by the black short blade.

"Xu Mujun, controlling a Flying Sword with a Mortal's mind must consume a lot of mental energy, even if you don't have Divine Thought and use vital blood instead."

"Die!"

"Clang!"

The black short blade suddenly charged, and black flames burned on its body, pouncing onto the blood-colored Flying Sword and instantly burning fiercely.

"Screech~!"

The blood-colored Flying Sword suddenly let out a harsh, piercing cry, charging more than ten meters away towards Daoist Banyuan's direction, but ultimately still trembled powerlessly for a few moments, smashing to the ground with a clang.

After losing the restraint of the blood-colored Flying Sword, Daoist Banyuan laughed loudly again, reached out to form hand seals, and pointed toward Xu Mujun's direction.

The black short blade shot out, even tearing out a piercing sound of breaking the air in the sky, and rushed to Xu Mujun's front almost instantly.

"Clang!!!"

An extremely piercing sharp collision sound suddenly came, only to see Xu Mujun's whole body permeated with a rich blood-colored aura.

The Hundred Battles Blood Fiend Saber in his hand was even more profound, and with a single horizontal slash, it cleaved open the enveloping mosquito black fog, steadily slashing onto the blade of the black short blade.

Blade against blade!

"Crack...!"

Amidst Xu Mujun's cold gaze, the Hundred Battles Blood Fiend Saber in his hand actually produced a clear scraping sound.

The blade began to develop dense cracks, spreading toward the sword body.

"Hahaha... What number one in the world? What Great Yu God of War? What half of Great Yu's rivers and mountains, actually daring to use ordinary Mortal weapons to resist this old Daoist's Magical Artifact?"

Daoist Banyuan laughed and said: "Although this old Daoist's Magical Artifact is only a Medium Grade Magical Artifact, it is not something mere Mortal weapons can withstand!"

"Die!"

"Boom!"

The black short blade suddenly burned with surging black flames, immediately enveloping Xu Mujun within.

Within the black flames, blood-colored mist faintly rolled.

"Heh~"

"Burning your vital blood to resist this old Daoist's Scarlet Fiend Fire, this old Daoist wants to see how much vital blood you have to burn?!"

"Die!"

"Boom!"

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