Within the Ancient Dao Celestial Sect, everyone was immersed in the joy of victory.
Dozens of miles away, a bloody mist slowly condensed into a human form. It was none other than Mu Xuankong, his face pale.
"Fortunately, I still have this Blood Escape technique. Otherwise, I would have been finished this time..."
Although he suffered a severe backlash from using the Blood Escape, his cultivation had dropped to the third level of the Dao Foundation Realm, it was still better than perishing at the Ancient Dao Celestial Sect.
This time, it was a complete loss. He feared that after this battle, the Xuanming Immortal Palace, which had been passed down for so many years, would completely decline.
"Damn Furlong Immortal Palace, you wait for this Palace Master!"
At this point, Mu Xuankong had lost the courage to seek revenge on Ye Yun. The opponent had already gained the strength to suppress him in such a short time. He believed that it wouldn't be long before he could dominate the continent. Continuing to oppose him would be no different from seeking his own death.
Revenge for future generations? What future generations? Was there such a thing?
This was Mu Xuankong's current thought. How could the mere revenge for future generations compare to his own life?
Even more than his hatred for Ye Yun, the person he most wanted to kill now was Mo Chenyu, and the Furlong Immortal Palace!
"Mo Chenyu, Mo Chenyu, how dare you play this Palace Master? After this matter is over, this Palace Master will definitely kill you!"
Mu Xuankong looked into the distance filled with hatred. Suddenly, a voice came from nearby.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the dignified Palace Master of Xuanming Immortal Palace, Palace Master Mu, looks quite pathetic. It's really a bit embarrassing."
Just as he was consumed by rage, Mu Xuankong heard the voice, abruptly turned his head, and indeed saw the familiar figure.
Mo Chenyu had appeared behind him at some unknown time, looking at him with a smile. Standing beside him was a peerlessly beautiful woman he had never seen before.
However, Mu Xuankong automatically ignored the latter, his icy gaze instantly locking onto Mo Chenyu.
"Brat, you've got some nerve, to betray this Palace Master and still dare to come back!"
In his hand, another long saber materialized. The aura of the Dao Foundation Realm emanated from him, clearly ready to strike and kill Mo Chenyu at any moment.
But Mo Chenyu remained calm, smiling at him and saying, "This young master naturally has to come. Otherwise, who would come to send you off?"
"Send me off? What do you mean?"
Mu Xuankong looked at him coldly, still with a trace of confusion.
Mo Chenyu chuckled and said, "Of course, it's to kill you."
"If Senior does not die, how can our Furlong Immortal Palace take over your Xuanming Immortal Palace?"
As soon as he said this, Mu Xuankong, being as intelligent as he was, immediately understood the whole story.
"So, from the very beginning, you were scheming this?"
Mu Xuankong's expression turned grim. Mo Chenyu nodded, "Nonsense. Otherwise, do you really think this young master loves you? And gave you such a powerful formation?"
"You! You're seeking death!"
Faced with words that were almost an insult from Mo Chenyu, Mu Xuankong finally lost control.
"If you want my Xuanming Immortal Palace to be destroyed, it will be after you die!"
As his voice fell, his figure shot out abruptly. Although his cultivation was severely damaged, he was still a strong practitioner of the Dao Foundation Realm, coupled with his top-tier saber intent, his offensive power remained terrifying.
In an instant, he swung his saber down. The blade, wreathed in black flames, aimed to cleave Mo Chenyu and the woman in two. But just as the attack neared them, the woman beside him made her move.
She raised her sleeve slightly. An extremely worn ancient sword emanated a faint glow. She seemed to hold the hilt very lightly and swung down.
There were no fancy moves, no strange phenomena. It was just such a seemingly ordinary and light sword stroke, yet it seemed to contain the profound principles of heaven and earth, causing time and space to freeze at that moment.
Mu Xuankong stood frozen on the spot, his eyes blank. First, the flames on his saber dissipated, and then his long saber, comparable to a spiritual artifact, broke cleanly in half from the middle and fell to the ground.
"You... you..."
Mu Xuankong stared at the purple-haired woman, his eyes filled with shock, but his body was unable to move.
A moment later, Mu Xuankong's body turned to ashes and scattered. Throughout the entire process, the surrounding space seemed to have not been affected in the slightest, not even a ripple was generated.
Xing Wu watched Mu Xuankong dissipate, then looked at the ancient sword in her hand, and sighed softly.
"It's only been a few years since I last used it, and my swordsmanship has degenerated to this extent."
After sighing, she turned her gaze towards the direction of the Ancient Dao Celestial Sect. A hint of helplessness appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face.
"With my status, I actually have to repeatedly pick up the leftovers from him. This is truly..."
She didn't consider picking up kills from Ye Yun repeatedly as a good thing. Instead, she felt it was extremely shameful.
However, on second thought, Ye Yun's performance today had also deeply shocked her, forcing her to re-examine Ye Yun.
"That guy is clearly a cultivator from the lower realm, yet he possesses immortal-tier sword techniques from the Celestial Domain, and their quality is quite good. Could he also be a powerhouse from the Celestial Domain reborn, just like me?"
Considering Ye Yun's performance for so long, she became more convinced. If this were the case, why was he reborn?
But regardless, if he truly belonged to a powerhouse of the Celestial Domain, then her plan to make him submit might need to be revised...
Originally, what she needed was not a loyal subordinate, but power that could help her subvert the Celestial Domain. If Ye Yun possessed the strength to subvert the Celestial Domain, she wouldn't mind cooperating with him, or even submitting to him.
"Alas, he's truly an inscrutable fellow..."
Finally, Xing Wu sighed and decided to stop thinking about it.
Although this turn of events was significant, the good thing was that everything went smoothly. In fact, regardless of whether Ye Yun won or lost this battle, she would achieve her goal and obtain what she needed.
If Mu Xuankong had won, she could have appeared at the opportune moment and given Ye Yun another chance to submit. Then, after killing the people of the Xuanming Immortal Palace, she could have taken over the Xuanming Immortal Palace.
If Ye Yun had won, Mu Xuankong would have inevitably died. This way, she could also have taken over the Xuanming Immortal Palace.
In fact, from the very beginning, her main goal was to use this opportunity to kill the Palace Master of Xuanming Immortal Palace and other top cultivators, while making Ye Yun submit was just a side objective.
The reason for doing so was naturally because of a promise made to that person in the past...
Afterward, Xing Wu glanced at Mo Chenyu and said with a smile, "You did very well this time."
"Next, it will be the turn of your Furlong Immortal Palace."
At this moment, Mo Chenyu had lost his former lively demeanor. He stood there like a soulless puppet, unresponsive to her words.
This was not surprising. After all, standing here was, strictly speaking, merely a puppet whose soul had been controlled, with only a sliver of consciousness remaining.
Then, Xing Wu waved her hand and conjured a golden diagram. The two of them were enveloped within it and instantly disappeared from the spot.
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