mtl008 Chapter 1981
Chapter 1981
If the Holy Lord of Yao Guang appeared with a degree of restraint and composure, then Jue Wuqing was the complete opposite – madness and domineering. Although the Jueqing Holy Land lacked a supreme imperial weapon to suppress its fortune, resulting in slightly weaker foundations for its disciples, this only affected the fate of the younger generation and did not mean that the higher-ups were easy to bully.
Moreover, Jue Wuqing is a notoriously difficult character among the Immortal Kings, and he also has the Star-Gazing True Immortal under his command, who is only one step away from the Immortal King level. Once the Star-Gazing True Immortal finds a breakthrough opportunity and overcomes the Immortal King tribulation, the prestige of the Jue Qing Holy Land will instantly surpass that of Yao Guang, and even Dao Yi Holy Land.
This is the radiating power of the Immortal King's combat strength on the Holy Land, and the suffocating deterrent effect that "two Immortal Kings from one sect" brings to other forces.
"Hmph, after all these years, your nature hasn't changed a bit. You're still a complete madman." The Holy Lord of Yaoguang looked at Jue Wuqing, who was covered in murderous aura, and his face darkened. Clearly, this appearance had stirred up some unpleasant memories for him.
"Even a madman is better than a treacherous villain like you!" Jue Wuqing laughed in anger, his murderous aura intensifying. "Yaoguang, don't blame me for threatening you—you dare to bully my Jueqing disciple by abusing your power, today I will have a match with you! I have been in seclusion for ten thousand years, and my cultivation has advanced another step. I am just lacking an opponent to prove my Dao!"
Neither the Holy Lord of Yao Guang nor Jue Wuqing descended at this moment, but were their true forms, merely wisps of their primordial spirits. Even so, their strengths were nearly equal—after all, they were old rivals who had fought for millions of years, and had long since thoroughly understood each other's strengths and weaknesses.
On the warship of the Heartless Holy Land, Li Yu, Xi Yue, Qian Zhan, and all the holy sons and disciples under his command, upon seeing Jue Wuqing appear, immediately knelt down and loudly bowed, saying, "Disciples pay their respects to the Sect Master!"
Meanwhile, Yu'er, Tianxing, Zimo, and the others kept their eyes fixed on Chen Xuan atop the mountain peak—seeing him coughing up blood and struggling to his feet, his eyes glazed over yet refusing to fall, his breath so weak it seemed he would collapse at any moment, the group could no longer contain themselves, their voices trembling with tears as they pleaded with Jue Wuqing:
"Waaah... Sect Master, you must do justice for us!"
"Yes, Holy Lord, please do justice for my husband!"
They chattered on, giving a general account of what had happened, deliberately omitting Lu Xueqi's complicated entanglements, and focusing only on the key point—how the Holy Lord of Yaoguang bullied the weak and ruthlessly tried to kill Chen Xuan.
After hearing that Chen Xuan had fought several battles in a row and defeated the holy sons of various holy lands by setting his own rules, Jue Wuqing was first shocked, then his anger erupted like a volcano. He turned around and glared at the Yao Guang Holy Master, shouting angrily: "Old bastard! You've lived for a million years, and what have you done with your life? How dare you disregard your seniority and attack my junior!"
"Come on! Let's go to the outer void and have a fight! If you don't give the Heartless Holy Land an explanation today, and if you don't give Chen Xuan an answer, then one of us must die in this battle!"
When the Celestial King was enraged, the heavens and earth trembled. Jue Wuqing's battle intent was almost tangible, causing the wind and clouds to change color, the clouds to surge like waves, and even the mountains below seemed to tremble slightly.
"I support Fellow Daoist Wuqing! We must fight! If we don't, we can't keep our disciples at ease!"
"My old friends, please don't be angry. It's just a ranking battle, a competition between juniors. Why make it to the point of life and death?"
“Indeed, I agree with Fellow Daoist Tiandao’s opinion. Fellow Daoist Wuqing and Fellow Daoist Zifu, please calm down first. This matter should be discussed at length.”
Amidst the rising and falling voices, the whooshing sound of air being torn apart rang out one after another—the void above the warships of the six holy lands of Zifu, Jiuyou, Tianxuan, Daoyi, Yaochi, and Jiuqu was simultaneously torn apart!
One after another, figures emerged from the cracks: a middle-aged man with a cold and hard face, a woman of unparalleled beauty, a tall and thin old man with white hair, and an old woman with a hunched back and a chilling aura. Each of them exuded a unique aura of a Celestial King or God King, causing the air in the entire world to seem to freeze.
"Heavens! It's...it's the sect leader of the six holy lands!"
"To have met so many Celestial Kings and God Kings in this lifetime is truly worthwhile!"
"Look! Isn't that Yaoyu King of Yaochi Holy Land? Legend has it that a million years ago, she was the most dazzling beauty among the ten holy lands in this void. Today, we can actually see her true face!"
"And there's the Heavenly Blade God King of the Nine Turns Holy Land! I heard he's the longest-lived of the eight holy land lords, born in the late Immortal Ancient Realm. When he was in the Returning Void Realm, he even went to the Imperial Pass with his sect's ancestor to observe the battle and witnessed the terrifying nature of the strange race!"
"That old woman... is she the Immortal King Sect Master of the Nine Netherworld Holy Land? Her aura is so cold!"
"What's wrong with the sect leader of Dao Yi Holy Land? I can clearly see him with my naked eye, but I always feel like he's not in this void, like a phantom..."
The gathering of the eight Immortal Kings and God Kings was a scene even the elders who had cultivated in the holy land for thousands of years had never heard of. Not to mention, the moment they appeared, the air was filled with the heavy smell of gunpowder, as if a great battle was about to break out at any moment.
A brief silence fell over the void. Then, on the eight immortal warships, all the elders, holy sons, holy daughters, and disciples clasped their hands and bowed in unison, their voices echoing through the valley: "Disciples pay their respects to the Sect Master!"