"Uncle, if you wish to save your benefactor, then obediently hand over the leader's token,"
"Otherwise,"
"You will witness them bleed out and die in this place!"
Mu Yuan's long sword was held against Chen Nan's neck, as if it could sever his head at any moment.
Mu Yang's eyes were filled with apology. "Ancestor, I'm sorry."
Chen Nan said dismissively, "We don't need such polite words between us. Hurry and deal with these people!"
"Mu Yang, you traitorous wretch! Chen Nan is an outsider, yet you call him ancestor?" Mu Ning Feng was furious. "It seems my decision was right; you truly are unworthy of being the leader of our clan!"
Previously, he had felt a pang of guilt.
But now.
All his guilt had turned into a sense of righteousness.
"Mu Ning Feng, this is a matter between you and me. I do not wish for it to implicate any other clansmen. Do you dare to fight me?" Mu Yang's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
Although he was extremely disappointed with this tribe.
He was, after all, the leader of the tribe at this moment.
He did not want more innocent people to be dragged into this.
Mu Ning Feng grinned. "Do you, a cultivator at the Lower Divine King realm, actually think you can defeat me? You are truly overestimating yourself! With my strength, I can suppress you with just one hand!"
The Middle Divine King realm, even in the entire Second Heaven, was considered among the top experts.
A Lower Divine King.
Mu Ning Feng truly didn't take him seriously.
Mu Yang's lips curved upwards. "Since that is the case, then let us have a fair fight!"
"You are not qualified to challenge me, but I am willing to give you an opportunity!" Mu Ning Feng said with a condescending air. "What if I win against you?"
Mu Yang replied, "If you can defeat me, I will willingly hand over the leader's token to you and leave the Bei Li Tribe forever, never to return!"
Mu Ning Feng smiled slightly. "Very well. If I lose, I will release Chen Nan and the others and abandon my claim to the tribal leadership."
Mu Yang said, "Our clansmen are all here. I hope you will not go back on your word!"
Mu Ning Feng declared, "Then let's begin!"
Before the words had even fallen.
A cyan long sword appeared behind Mu Yang.
The sharp long sword glinted with a chilling light under the moonlit night.
He formed seals with his hands.
The long sword split into five, instantly flying towards Mu Ning Feng.
"Brother, I am more familiar with the Illusion Sword Art than you!" A hint of disdain flashed in Mu Ning Feng's eyes. With a raise of his hand, a terrifying sword qi appeared in the heavens and earth.
The sword qi split into nine, blocking Mu Yang's five long swords.
Not only that.
The remaining four sword qi streaked towards Mu Yang like dragons.
The void trembled.
Sword light flashed.
Mu Yang remained calm, showing no panic.
He quickly formed seals.
A lotus platform materialized beneath his feet.
Twelve tender, pink lotus petals instantly condensed around the lotus platform.
The petals were dazzling and radiant,
giving the impression that they could shatter with a single touch.
Yet, they withstood the attack of the four sword qi.
Even as those four terrifying sword qi struck them, they could not break through the petals.
"You actually managed to cultivate Lotus Blooms Twelve?" Mu Ning Feng gasped in disbelief.
The other clansmen of the tribe also wore expressions of shock,
as if they had seen a ghost.
The Bei Li Tribe possessed an extremely powerful defensive cultivation technique.
This technique was named Lotus Blooms Thirty-Six.
It was divided into three stages:
Lotus Blooms Twelve,
Lotus Blooms Twenty-Four,
and Lotus Blooms Thirty-Six.
However, after so many years of inheritance, let alone anyone cultivating it to perfection,
even cultivating it to Lotus Blooms Twelve was extremely rare.
This was because the cultivation of this technique was exceptionally demanding.
One had to maintain a pure heart at all times.
If there were any obsessions, it would be impossible to cultivate successfully.
Although Mu Yang had only cultivated to the first stage,
everyone knew that
with the power of Lotus Blooms Twelve,
it could completely withstand the attack of a Middle Divine King realm expert.
"No!"
"No, no, no!"
A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, his psychological defenses crumbling, nervously spat and stammered, "If the old chieftain truly went mad and lost his mind, how could he have cultivated Lotus Blooms Twelve?"
He had initially believed Mu Ning Feng's words,
thinking that Mu Yang had become a lunatic after spending eighteen years in the Misty Valley.
But now.
Mu Ning Feng's words were no longer tenable!
Because a madman with an unstable mind could not cultivate Lotus Blooms Twelve.
The others exchanged glances,
finding it difficult to accept that Mu Yang had cultivated Lotus Blooms Twelve.
"Even if he cultivated Lotus Blooms Thirty-Six, so what? Have you all forgotten the bet we just made?" a subordinate of Mu Ning Feng shouted loudly.
"Indeed, what happened before is no longer important. What matters is who wins this battle."
"Right."
Many people began to shout loudly, trying to shift the focus.
They knew Mu Yang was not mad.
But they did not want Mu Yang to become the leader of the tribe.
Because.
With Mu Yang as leader, the benefits they would receive were far less than with Mu Ning Feng.
"Brother, I underestimated you!"
"However."
"With just Lotus Blooms Twelve, you cannot possibly defeat me!"
Mu Ning Feng's hair bristled with rage, and a terrifying divine power surged out like a mountain torrent.
Instantly.
All the sword cultivators in the Bei Li Tribe felt a strong sense of unease.
Their long swords trembled slightly.
Then, countless long swords shot up into the sky, converging above Mu Ning Feng's head, rotating like a mass of clouds.
The multicolored sword light painted the night sky, appearing exceptionally captivating.
But the intense pressure made everyone's breathing difficult.
"Go!"
Mu Ning Feng pointed a single hand at Mu Yang.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Sharp blades one after another slashed towards Mu Yang.
Mu Yang's expression turned serious as he circulated his divine power, causing the lotus platform to spin rapidly.
It knocked away all the incoming long swords.
However.
He knew.
With his current strength, even if he had cultivated Lotus Blooms Twelve.
he could not withstand Mu Ning Feng's techniques.
Thinking this.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
He formed seals with both hands, and a faint sword intent emerged from within him, enveloping his entire being.
He was the sword.
The sword was him.
The two were inseparable.
At the same time.
Everyone's pupils constricted sharply.
Clearly, they had not expected Mu Yang to have condensed sword intent.
After all, even in the history of the Bei Li Tribe, very few people had managed to condense sword intent.
Even though this sword intent was not very strong,
its high realm surpassed everyone's.
"Break!"
Mu Yang uttered a cold voice.
The next second.
His figure vanished from the lotus platform.
Concurrently.
A flash of sword light pierced through Mu Ning Feng's abdomen.
Splashing a mist of crimson blood.
Mu Ning Feng let out a tragic cry, spitting blood, and was sent flying backward uncontrollably.
Facing Mu Yang, who had condensed sword intent,
even with his Middle Divine King cultivation,
he was not enough to contend.
Mu Yang's face was weak, but his eyes were filled with excitement, as he had not lost face in front of Chen Nan.
He looked at Mu Ning Feng. "Second Brother, you lost!"
Mu Ning Feng's pale face was filled with madness. "Do you really think I would lose?"
Mu Yang's expression drastically changed. "Could it be that you have other means?"