Chapter 136 Murong Wan Makes a Move

As Murong Wan spoke, everyone present was stunned.

This group of prodigies from the Central Continent couldn't help but size her up, but they soon revealed disdainful smiles.

"A mere trash at the Fourth Level of Foundation Establishment Realm doesn't deserve to fight us," Lü Xuan said with a cold sneer.

Qing Mingzi, worried that Murong Wan might get hurt, spoke up to tell her to step back, as now was not the time to act on impulse.

"Reporting to Sect Head, others may step back, but I cannot."

"These people insulted my Dao Companion; how can I just stand by and watch?" Murong Wan said coldly.

"You child..."

Qing Mingzi shook his head inwardly, thinking that these children were becoming more and more troublesome.

"Your Dao Companion?"

Lü Xuan and the others were taken aback, finally understanding their relationship, and couldn't help but start mocking them.

"Hehe, it seems I was right. Hiding away and letting a woman stand up for him—what is such a fellow if not a shrinking turtle?"

"I said, as long as you defeat me, Ye Fan will naturally come out of seclusion to trade blows with you."

Murong Wan directly summoned the Profound Frost Sword, its biting cold Qi radiating outwards and causing the temperature in the hall to plummet.

"Hehe, if this Medium Grade Magic Treasure is the source of your confidence, then I can only say you are too naive."

As Lü Xuan spoke, he brandished the war saber behind him. Its five-hundred-jin weight smashed a large crater into the bluestone floor, and the blade emitted a terrifying Evil Qi, having drunk the blood of countless people.

"high-grade magic treasure, Purgatory."

This was the first time Lü Xuan had revealed his weapon, causing the faces of the various Sect Heads to turn ashen as they inwardly cursed these wealthy elites from the Central Continent for casually pulling out high-grade magic treasures.

"Originally, you weren't qualified to force me to use my blade, but I've changed my mind now."

"I want to see if your shrinking turtle of a Dao Companion will show up if I carve up your pretty face stroke by stroke."

Lü Xuan sneered and suddenly attacked, the Purgatory greatsword slashing violently toward Murong Wan.

Murong Wan dodged the strike, her figure flickering and dissipating like a white lotus before reappearing in the plaza in front of the hall.

"It's too small inside to move freely. If you want to fight, fight here."

The pupils of Lü Xuan and the others constricted sharply, clearly not expecting Murong Wan to possess such a peculiar movement technique.

It turned out that during Ye Fan's seclusion, Murong Wan and You Tan had gotten along increasingly well, teaching each other many of their respective Divine Abilities. Through this mutual exchange, their combat strength had grown significantly.

Murong Wan's compatibility with the Cultivation Techniques and Divine Abilities of the White Lotus Sect lineage was shockingly high, not inferior to You Tan's in the slightest.

Aside from not being skilled in Illusionary Charm Technique, she could perform their other signature skills with ease.

This caused You Tan to cry out in disbelief, lamenting that if Murong Wan had been in the White Lotus Sect originally, the position of Saintess might have been hers.

Having his first strike easily dodged, Lü Xuan's expression instantly soured, showing clear signs of embarrassment turning into rage.

"Humph, you dodge quickly enough. Let's see how long you can keep running."

Lü Xuan summoned Purgatory again, and the greatsword tore through the air even faster than before.

Murong Wan dared not be the least bit careless. The Profound Frost Sword unleashed its power, building nine layers of ice walls in front of her in an attempt to block the Purgatory greatsword.

"Paltry tricks."

Lü Xuan snorted coldly, and the Purgatory greatsword's momentum surged again, shattering all nine layers of ice walls in a single strike.

But amidst the scattering ice shards, Murong Wan's figure vanished, reappearing behind Lü Xuan as a white lotus.

"Snow Drifting Over the Mortal Realm!"

Murong Wan struck with her sword, carrying an endless chill as dozens of ice swords roared forward. However, Lü Xuan didn't even turn his head, blocking the attacks solely with his protective Magic Treasure.

"Who told you I only have one Magic Treasure?"

Lü Xuan sneered and flickered, his speed far exceeding the limits of the Foundation Establishment Realm, appearing in front of Murong Wan almost instantly. This sudden turn of events caught everyone by surprise.

Until now, the methods Lü Xuan had displayed were all of a heavy and fierce nature, so everyone assumed he followed a strength-based path.

But now everyone realized that this kid had been hiding his true capabilities all along.

His movement speed was top-tier for his Realm, far beyond what ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators could compare to.

Lü Xuan flashed behind Murong Wan, spinning in the opposite direction to gain momentum as he slashed down violently with the Purgatory greatsword. Murong Wan appeared to have no chance of dodging.

But just as Qing Mingzi was about to intervene, an ethereal Yin-Yang diagram appeared behind Murong Wan, neutralizing almost all of the strike's lethality. Murong Wan was able to block the remaining weight of the blade with a backhand movement.

With the low-grade spirit treasure yin-yang dharma robe on her, as long as Murong Wan's spiritual power was not exhausted, it was nearly impossible for Lü Xuan to harm her.

"Who told you I only have one Magic Treasure?"

Murong Wan threw his own words back at him, making Lü Xuan's face turn ashen. In his humiliated rage, he tried to swing his blade again, only to find that Purgatory was frozen together with the Profound Frost Sword.

Taking advantage of Lü Xuan's momentary distraction, Murong Wan actually used the Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Fist. Although it wasn't as peerlessly fierce as Ye Fan's, it was enough to deal with Lü Xuan.

Murong Wan's fist techniques came like a torrential storm. Though caught slightly off guard, Lü Xuan managed to block them all.

But before he could utter a few mocking words, an unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him.

"Explode!"

Eight hidden forces entered Lü Xuan's body silently, instantly detonating with forty-eight times the power.

Despite having a high-grade magic treasure for protection, Lü Xuan still felt his internal organs churning. He retreated several steps before barely managing to stop.

Before Lü Xuan could catch his breath, the clear sky was instantly obscured by dark clouds. Looking up, a meteorite dozens of meters in diameter appeared out of thin air.

"Heaven Collapse!"

The terrifying meteorite crashed to the ground, completely burying Lü Xuan like a giant burial mound. The recently repaired plaza in front of the hall was once again reduced to ruins, causing the entire Tongtian Peak to tremble three times.

This smooth series of combos left Lü Xuan with no chance to react, leaving the many Sect Heads dumbfounded.

For the first time, those arrogant prodigies from the Central Continent frowned, their expressions looking incredibly unsightly.

"Did Murong Wan win?!"

But before anyone could break into a smile, a roar echoed from underground. At the critical moment, Lü Xuan actually broke through the meteorite and escaped.

Although he looked extremely disheveled, he didn't seem to have sustained any serious injuries, causing the hope that had just been ignited in everyone to vanish instantly.

Even though his injuries weren't severe, Lü Xuan felt this was a supreme humiliation.

In the eyes of anyone, a battle between the Ninth Level of Foundation Establishment Realm and the Fourth Level of Foundation Establishment Realm should have been a one-sided crushing.

But after the exchange, Lü Xuan was the one forced into such a pathetic state. He would undoubtedly become a laughingstock in the future.

Thinking of this, Lü Xuan's eyes turned bloodshot, and killing intent surged within him.

"Go to hell!"

With the Purgatory blade in hand, Lü Xuan's aura surged.

He planned to destroy the entire plaza together; no matter where Murong Wan hid, it would be a dead end.

But there was no fear in Murong Wan's eyes. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her body to its optimal state.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered in thunderclouds, with countless bolts of heavenly lightning as thick as arms churning incessantly. The auras of both individuals surged to their limits simultaneously.

"Nine Styles of Heaven's Slaughter!"

"Divine Sword Thunder Control Art!"