Chapter 453 The Unlucky Master Liaokong

"Seek pointers from me?"

Yan Chu raised an eyebrow, then shook his head and sneered:

"Sorry, I never accept sparring challenges from others!"

"Once I make a move, it determines not just victory or defeat, but life and death!"

"You…"

The smile on the Face of the Chenxu Sword Saint, Pan Guanyue, froze. He gripped his sword tightly, suddenly caught in a dilemma.

He had intended to use this to regain some Face, but he hadn't expected Yan Chu to be so unwilling to give him any.

How was he supposed to answer to the Zhao family now?

He looked down at Yunzhong City, which was currently in the midst of disintegration. People in the city were fleeing for their lives, and the entire thousand-mile mountain range was slowly collapsing.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed; this terrifying commotion could be felt even ten thousand miles away.

Because the earth in the mountains was cracking open, bright white light shone through, illuminating the night as if it were day.

Pan Guanyue's expression was uncertain.

His eyes flickered between moments of ruthlessness and lingering fear and hesitation. The night wind blew through his white hair, and he was absolutely torn.

Yan Chu grew impatient and asked with a frown, getting straight to the point:

"Are you going to fight or not? If you are, draw your sword quickly; I have other things to do!"

This sentence made Pan Guanyue's heart skip a beat. Meeting Yan Chu's arrogant and confident eyes, his spirit completely deflated, and his Face visibly turned ashen.

The sword in his hand let out a mournful cry as well.

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Yan, please go ahead. This old man is no match for you!"

Pan Guanyue waved his hand weakly. The Sword Intent swirling around him became chaotic, no longer possessing its previous confidence.

"Hmph."

Yan Chu sneered, making no effort to hide his contempt.

If he didn't even dare to draw his sword when life and death were on the line, what kind of Sword Saint was he?

Pan Guanyue had lived for the better part of a lifetime, but from tonight on, this sword was effectively ruined.

Come to think of it, there is great terror between life and death.

Not everyone was like him, possessing a cheat, capable of improving without any Bottleneck, and extremely confident in their own strength.

This was also something honed by constantly slaying powerful enemies.

Without giving the old man another look, Yan Chu turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon, traveling ten thousand miles in an instant...

Leaving Pan Guanyue alone to stand in the wind...

About half an hour later, a massive stream of light appeared in the distance, surging toward the sky above Yunzhong City like a tide.

One moment the light was on the horizon, and the next, it was already above Yunzhong City.

It revealed a plump woman dressed in a blue gown.

The sound of the city below disintegrating could be clearly heard.

The hundred-foot-high city walls crumbled inch by inch along the fissures in the ground, blue bricks and battlements splattered across the sky, the beams and pillars of magnificent pavilions snapped, and hall after hall collapsed in succession.

Everyone was wailing and fleeing for their lives.

As a major city built on a Yuan Stone vein, all the residents were Martial Artists with cultivation.

Everyone was sprinting through the night, wishing they had grown two extra legs.

The woman's Face was frosty, and the sound of tidal waves surged within her, one after another. She coldly glanced at the troubled Chenxu Sword Saint not far away:

"Pan Guanyue, who did this?"

Pan Guanyue sighed, composed himself, and cupped his hands:

"Sixth Elder, the person who attacked is Blade Demon Yan Chu!"

"He snuck into the city, fought a great battle with City Lord Zhao Zhan, and slew him head-on!"

"Yan Chu?!"

The woman took a deep breath. The waves around her surged more violently, and killing intent poured out, causing the moonlight falling on her to distort and change as if it were tangible:

"Why didn't you stop him? What are you good for?!"

Pan Guanyue's expression shifted:

"City Lord Zhao Zhan was connected to the Yunzhong City Formation and still wasn't his match, I…"

"So you were afraid? You didn't even dare to draw your sword?"

The woman saw through Pan Guanyue's thoughts at a glance:

"What a piece of trash! You've lived all these years only to live like a dog!"

This ruthless insult made Pan Guanyue's expression change, and he gripped his sword tightly.

"What? You want to make a move against this Elder?"

The woman was the Sixth Elder of the Zhao family, a top-tier Saint at the Third Level of Saint Law. Her gaze turned cold, causing cold sweat to soak through Pan Guanyue's back again.

"Sixth Elder, you speak too severely. This one would not dare!"

The Ancient Sword Sect was considered a subordinate force of the Zhao family. Although not strictly master and servant, the hierarchy was quite clear.

With a cold snort, the woman turned her gaze back to the city below.

A flash of light appeared in her fair hand, and a sound-transmission Magic Treasure appeared. She relayed all the news of this place back to the clan.

"We cannot delay any longer. We must eliminate Yan Chu as soon as possible. We need to ask the Saint Monarch Old Ancestor of the clan to take action!"

Otherwise, he might target other Saints of the Zhao family.

... Far away, tens of thousands of miles away in Xiangshan City, in an unknown small town.

"Hey, get lost, get lost! Where did this stinking monk come from? I have no affinity to offer you here!"

Outside the Wanfu Restaurant in the town, the waiter used a towel to shoo away a ragged old monk to the other side of the street as if he were a fly.

Passersby who smelled the stench on the old monk covered their noses and mouths, scurrying away in a hurry.

"Get lost! Stay away from me!!"

"Since when did monks appear in Qingshui Town? I haven't heard of any temples nearby?"

"Could he be from another town? I remember there being an abandoned ancient temple about four hundred miles away."

People on the street in the distance pointed and gestured at the old monk.

The old monk held a broken bowl, his Face full of sorrow.

He was none other than Great Master Likong, who had ascended to the Upper Realm with Yan Chu not long ago.

A dignified Holy Monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave, a powerhouse at the Middle Stage of the Origin Embryo, how did he end up in such a state, being reviled and scolded by people in the Mortal realm?

Come to think of it, he was truly extremely unlucky.

Originally, he had the Heart-Protecting Mirror given to him by Yan Chu, so he should have been safe and sound while crossing the spatial rift.

But as luck would have it, he encountered a small-scale spatial storm in the middle of it.

Although the Heart-Protecting Mirror protected his life, it shattered at the last moment, and the residual power of the spatial storm left him severely injured.

If that were all, it would have been fine.

However, just as he had descended into the Yuanqing Holy Realm, the world detected his otherworldly aura and immediately brought down heavenly lightning.

The power of that heavenly lightning was not great.

If he were in his prime, he certainly could have survived it safely.

But the Medicinal Pill and divine weapons he carried had already been destroyed during the spatial storm, and now, in his severely injured state, he was unable to withstand the heavenly lightning at all.

Just a few bolts of lightning were enough to shatter his Origin Embryo and crack all three of his Divine Treasuries. His thousand years of hard-cultivated cultivation were lost in an instant, turning him into an ordinary person without any cultivation.

He had originally wanted to find a place to quickly heal his wounds and Cultivate his cultivation back.

After all, with his past cultivation experience, this would not have been difficult.

But who could have expected that the heavenly lightning would attract a group of mountain bandits nearby? Seeing him severely injured, they abducted him to their mountain stronghold, wanting to interrogate him about his origins.

Fortunately, another mountain stronghold attacked that very night. Taking advantage of the battle between the bandits under the cover of night, he quietly escaped. Relying on the foundation of his Physical Body, he quickly fled the mountains and made his way into a town crowded with people.