"Xu Mujun!"
Elder Xuan Ming's second was scared out of his wits, and without a second thought for the battlefield, he turned and fled!
Leaping into the air, stepping on the heads of nearby soldiers, within just a few breaths, he had dashed over a hundred meters away.
But it was still too late.
Xu Mujun took a step, and it was as if the surrounding space did not exist.
With one step, he was behind Elder Xuan Ming's second, reached out, and caught his head with one grasp.
Then he gave a slight twist.
With a "crack," Elder Xuan Ming's second's head was instantly twisted off!
Landing on the ground, one man and one saber charged into the rebel army like a tiger into a flock of sheep, knocking people and horses over.
He held no enemy against him for even a single round!
Even the two from the Celestial Destiny Sect, battling Zhao Suling and others in the distance, were shocked and continuously retreated.
"Is this the power of an Innate Realm Martial Artist..."
Behind Emperor Zhengyong, Zheng Yi gasped.
He had personally witnessed the combat prowess of a Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist.
And he had thought that was the strongest in the world.
Little did he know, there were Innate Realm Martial Artists!
One man like an army, it was no wonder.
"With Xu Mujun here, the outcome is settled. This so-called Immortal Seed seems redundant?"
Just then, another change occurred on the battlefield.
"Xu Mujun... so, you are here indeed!"
Yang Xugan's eyes changed as he glanced at Xu Mujun rampaging through the battlefield.
"Father, we..."
Yang Xugan stopped Yang Kang with a hand, retreated, making way, and went before an elder.
This elder had crane-like hair and a youthful face, donned in a bizarre red Daoist robe, bearing a flame emblem on his chest.
Leaning against the litter, two dainty maidservants beside him massaged him.
With his eyes half-closed, he played with a fiery red walnut in his right hand, while the left hand paused intermittently, as if reminiscing something amusing.
"Daoist Fire Spirit, I'll leave this person to you."
His eyes slowly opened, locking onto Xu Mujun on the battlefield.
"Just an entry-level Innate Martial Artist, I can handle him single-handedly! However..."
He glanced at Yang Xugan and said, "This doesn't align with our previous agreement."
"This is a Spiritless Land; any magic I cast here provides no replenishment and consumes my inherent magical power..."
"Daoist Fire Spirit, just state your desire, and I... will ensure it is done!"
"Good!"
Daoist Fire Spirit clapped excitedly, "I enjoy dealing with straightforward people like you!"
"Once I slay this person, wealth is secondary. I want you to amass an army to excavate the imperial mausoleums of the Great Yu Dynasty, searching for something, agreed?"
"Excavate the mausoleums?"
Yang Xugan paused briefly but, after pondering for a while, nodded, "Agreed, I promise!"
"Hahaha... Good! It's settled then!"
"Settled!"
Daoist Fire Spirit laughed heartily, leapt into the air, his whole body emanating flames, astonishingly floating mid-air.
"Someone's flying!"
"An Immortal!"
"Look quickly! There's an Immortal!"
The crowd exclaimed repeatedly, even Yang Kang was shocked, "Father, father, do Immortals indeed exist in this world?!"
"Of course they do!"
Yang Xugan sneered, "To recruit this Vice Tower Master of Mayfly Tower, I invested heavily!"
"After this battle, the Great Yu will be within my grasp, hahaha..."
Daoist Fire Spirit's appearance immediately caught Xu Mujun's attention.
He eyed the approaching Daoist Fire Spirit with a hint of caution.
"A Cultivator?"
"I've just entered the Innate Realm and need a whetstone!"
"Old Daoist... you're quite suitable!"
"Such arrogance!"
Daoist Fire Spirit barked, touched the fiery red walnut in his hand.
Instantly, a gigantic python made of flames appeared out of thin air, lunging with a roar toward Xu Mujun!
"Come on!"
Xu Mujun shouted, charging forward, enveloped by a crimson aura.
The Hundred Battle Blood Slaughter Saber!
"Die!"
"Boom!"
Evil Qi swept across, slaughtering the soldiers between them.
"Whoosh...!"
Finally, Evil Qi collided with the Fire Snake.
The Evil Qi shredded the Fire Snake and with undiminished momentum, slashed toward Daoist Fire Spirit.
Strangely, a golden bell of light appeared before Daoist Fire Spirit, shielding him from Xu Mujun's attack.
"An Innate Martial Artist... merely at the early-stage Qi Cultivation. Die, you fool!"
Daoist Fire Spirit screeched, and the fiery red walnut in his hand radiated light.
In an instant, three more Fire Snakes appeared, swaying and charging toward Xu Mujun.
He performed a hand gesture, muttered incantations, then stamped the ground suddenly.
"Screech~!"
A sharp piercing sound resonated, and a fiery red sword light shot forth behind Daoist Fire Spirit, slicing toward Xu Mujun.
Flying Sword!
Enveloped in fire, it was a miniature flying sword, about three inches long!
Xu Mujun roared angrily, wildly waving his Yanling Saber.
Evil Qi and Sword Qi burst forth from him, blocking the incoming Fire Snakes and Flying Sword.
Explosions echoed, flames danced, and sword Qi flew, resounding incessantly.
"A Cultivator!"
Zheng Yi gawked at the battlefield clash, realizing Yang Xugan's counter was indeed a Cultivator!
"I never expected Cultivators to exist in this world... wonderful!"
"Does this mean I have the chance to cultivate?"
"With this Cultivator, Yang Xugan's odds of winning are significantly boosted!"
He glanced around, noting everyone's focus was on Xu Mujun's battle with the Cultivator, nobody noticed him.
He pondered a moment, then quietly retreated.
Given the existence of Cultivators, he was sure to pursue cultivation.
As long as women were involved, he could attain infinite lifespan.
He refused to believe that over hundreds or thousands of years, he couldn't find traces of a Cultivator.
This life, he must embark on the Path of Cultivation!
"Cultivator, Cultivator..."
After only a few steps back, Emperor Zhengyong suddenly spoke, prompting Zheng Yi to stop instinctively.
"The remnants of the Mayfly Sect are indeed still around!"
"Dongyun Feng, it's up to you to slay this scoundrel!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Dongyun Feng replied respectfully, as Wang Zhongyi stepped forward, drawing a rusty short sword.
Even in the dim lighting, Zheng Yi, being a First-grade Powerhouse, clearly saw the short sword was barely three feet long, appearing bronze, with fish scale-like patterns.
Most peculiarly, the hilt of the sword bore an intricately fierce bug.
Dongyun Feng held the short sword with both hands, swiftly making his way to the plaza in front of Jiaotai Hall, chanting continuously.
"Dongyun Ancestor, I am the seventy-first descendant of the Dongyun Race, bowing in homage. Facing great calamity, this unworthy descendant seeks your ancestral sword, sacrificing my essence blood, hoping our ancestor's spirit will aid descendants in vanquishing enemies!"
He flipped the short sword, held its hilt, unhesitatingly stabbed it into his own heart!
"Puff!"
Dongyun Feng trembled, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood.
But the blood flooding from his heart soaked the entire sword.
Oddly, nothing happened.
Emperor Zhengyong's face turned grim, Wang Zhongyi quickly said, "Your Majesty, perhaps due to long regression, Dongyun Feng lacks essence blood..."
"Doesn't he still have two daughters? Quickly bring them over..."
"Buzzing..."
Before the words finished, the short sword suddenly buzzed, shooting into the air, vibrating intensely.
"It worked!"
"Quick! Fall back to Jiaotai Hall!"
"Everyone... retreat to Jiaotai Hall!"