NOVPUBWatching the emperor’s figure rising from the city below, the yellow-robed cultivator couldn’t help but feel a mix of shock and fury.
Unable to contain his anger, he shouted,
"Shangguan Ren, you’ve just signed an alliance with our sect not long ago, why have you come today without any warning!"
"Was it your doing in Li Capital below?"
The emperor phantom remained indifferent and silent.
Standing within the city below, a middle-aged man in a white robe, his face filled with evil Qi, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and severe.
With just a thought, the emperor phantom’s palm suddenly lifted, and demonic Qi surged!
In that moment, it was as if he had grasped the sun, moon, and stars themselves.
The yellow-robed cultivator felt an irresistible great force coming from all directions, instantly squeezing him toward the giant hand of the emperor phantom!
But as a cultivator at the stage of Immortal Ascension, he would not just wait for death.
In this moment of crisis, he brought his hands together.
And with a loud shout,
His wide yellow robe suddenly bulged out!
Boom!
A gigantic palm formed from the geographical Qi suddenly extended from the ground below, with countless rocks and dirt falling from around it, and with a thunderous crash, it reached for the yellow-robed cultivator!
It was as if it had grabbed an invisible rope tied around the yellow-robed cultivator.
The momentum of the yellow-robed cultivator stopped abruptly!
At the same time, the Qi of the geographical position swiftly flowed, forming a huge sphere of earth, enveloping the yellow-robed cultivator within it.
"Hmm?"
In the tea house, the middle-aged man in a black robe, who was lightly sipping his tea, paused briefly.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Somewhat capable."
But that was all the surprise he showed.
He then gently sipped the tea.
Outside the tea house.
The middle-aged man in white robe coldly looked towards the sky.
Then, all of a sudden, he drew a sword from his waist.
With a light flick,
The sword instantly transformed into a streak of light, flying straight into the palm of the emperor phantom.
It also expanded rapidly against the wind.
The phantom’s lips moved,
Guttural words Emerging:
"I am the Emperor of White Heavenly Demon!"
"My command, thou shall behead!"
The voice echoed through heaven and earth, yet it seemed to ring only in the ears of the yellow-robed cultivator!
And then there was a dazzling pure white sword-light!
"Behead!"
The yellow-robed cultivator’s heart shook violently!
Clamping his teeth, he raised his hand and flipped it, and suddenly there were dozens of Class V Wutu Pearls in his hand.
Bang, Bang, Bang!
These dozens of Class V Wutu Pearls exploded almost instantly, transforming into streams of extremely pure Wutu true power, combined with the essence of the earth’s Qi from the surroundings, and quickly consolidated in front of him!
However, it was in vain.
The pure white sword-light, carrying a whiff of chilling venom, effortlessly pierced through the barrier that the yellow-robed cultivator had formed with all his might...
The pupils of the yellow-robed cultivator constricted sharply!
He only saw a streak of white light, like a white snake, piercing through the thick layers of earth, emerging!
A dull yellow light suddenly flashed around the yellow-robed cultivator.
Yet under the pure white sword-light, it was like tofu, offering no resistance at all, and was easily sliced through!
"Is the distance between the mid-phase of Huashen and the peak of transforming god this vast?"
In this moment, such a thought involuntarily sprang up in the yellow-robed cultivator’s mind.
And just as the sword-light broke through the light and slashed towards him.
Inside the city, in the tea house,
An old man’s face suddenly showed a hint of surprise.
Following that, the middle-aged man in the black robe couldn’t help but look up with a grave expression, gazing into the sky.
One finger.
Two fingers.
Two extraordinarily ordinary-looking fingers.
Suddenly emerged from the void in front of the yellow-robed cultivator.
They positioned themselves in front of the pure white sword-light.
Then the fingers slightly came together, trapping the sword-light between them.
The pure white sword-light struggled continuously, buzzing incessantly.
But it could not escape at all!
A figure in a moon-white robe, with a pale, beardless face, slowly emerged from the void.
Seeing this figure, joy and surprise flickered in the eyes of the yellow-robed cultivator:
"Xun... acting sect master!"
The newcomer was none other than the current acting sect master of the Wanxiang Sect, Xun FuJun.
Without a word and showing no movement, Xun FuJun had already appeared in front of the tea house below the next moment.
His gaze fell on the white-robed middle-aged man in front of the tea house, filled with a chill in his indifference, as he said,
"Sect Master Shangguan, since ’Ren’ has arrived, ’Ci’ should also not be far off, right?"
The white-robed middle-aged man looked up coldly, not uttering a word.
However, a loud laugh suddenly resounded from inside the tea house:
"The sect knew it couldn’t hide from Xun!"
Xun FuJun looked up slightly
And saw the windows of the second floor of the tea house push open.
A poised figure in a black robe, his back to one hand, smiling:
"Shangguan Renci, at your service, Xun. I apologize for the unsolicited visit. Please forgive me."
As he spoke, the white-robed middle-aged man below emerged behind the black-robed middle-aged man, stepped forward, and walked into the other’s body.
Xun FuJun’s expression remained the same, but his heart sank slightly.
Shangguan Renci, the Original Demon Sect’s Sect Master, was born with twin souls, naming each after one character of his name—one called ’Ren’ and the other ’Ci’, but calling any one of them sufficed.
Each soul cultivated one of the top Demon Dao inheritances and both achieved the peak of Immortal Ascension.
Each soul alone was at the tier of the Three Sects’ Sect Master of Great Jin.
When united, there might be no one in the whole Fenglin Continent among the Immortal Ascension cultivators who could be their opponent.
He didn’t have enough confidence that he could emerge victorious in a fight against them.
Yet his gaze was immediately attracted to a green-robed old man by Shangguan Renci’s side, and a look of surprised doubt quickly appeared in his eyes:
"You, you are...?"
The green-robed old man, however, took it upon himself to finish the remaining tea, then with a smile he turned to Xun FuJun:
"Are you ’Hui Yunzi’s’ disciple? He wasn’t so impressive back in the day, but to think now he has become the Wan Xiang Zong Sect Leader—I guess even this old man can be mistaken at times."
