Chapter 1127: Chapter 1118: True Immortals at War
"Where is the person who acted that day? Have him come out quickly!"
Behind Wu Chongtian, a group of experts from the Purple Flame Sect shouted again.
"Now that Elder Wu has personally arrived, how dare he still not come out to greet?"
"He even calls himself Mo Venerable, truly ignorant of life and death, daring to not regard our Purple Flame Sect!"
Dozens of Immortal Realm Great Powers were present, such a terrifying lineup was indeed impressive.
Looking across the Southern Region, there are few who would dare underestimate them.
Now, they’ve been here for a while.
Yet, still no sign of Mo Wangchen, making these Purple Flame Sect experts rather displeased.
"Everyone, what you’re looking for is me, this has nothing to do with Mo Pavilion."
Just then, from within Mo Pavilion’s mountain gate, Monk Gudeng emerged, with furrowed brows and a solemn expression.
Now, with this group from the Purple Flame Sect arriving, it’s truly daunting; most of the dozens of Immortal Realm cultivators here surpass him in cultivation.
This lineup, not to mention the newly established Mo Pavilion, even those Sacred Lands would have to confront seriously.
"Gudeng, you still have some self-awareness, quickly hand over the Starry Sky Map, and come back to the sect with me; perhaps you might avoid some physical pain." Wu Chongtian stood with hands behind his back, hovering in mid-air.
He looked down on Monk Gudeng, ready to strike at any moment.
"I can go with you, but this matter has nothing to do with Mo Venerable." Gudeng took a deep breath; he didn’t want to bring great trouble to Mo Pavilion because of himself.
During this period, he got along very well with the people of Mo Pavilion and knew much about their strength.
Now facing the overpowering troop coming from the Purple Flame Sect, Mo Pavilion simply couldn’t withstand it.
"We’ll discuss Mo Pavilion separately, but the Master of Mo Pavilion injured three of our Purple Flame Sect elders—how can that be easily resolved? Our Purple Flame Sect has stood in the Southern Region for many years; how can we allow such oppression? How will we stand in Daluo Heaven Realm afterwards?" Wu Chongtian shook his head.
He needed to take Monk Gudeng away, and the issues with Mo Pavilion also needed resolution.
The Purple Flame Sect wanted to set itself as a Sacred Land; they needed to ride the wind, so they came in force today to make an example of Mo Pavilion, sending a warning to all in Daluo Heaven about Purple Flame Sect’s strength.
"Today Mo Pavilion is newly established, with mountain gates wide open to all heroes of the world. Since you’ve arrived, how could Mo Pavilion let you all stand outside? Wouldn’t that be neglecting our guests?"
Suddenly, from within Mo Pavilion’s mountain gate, a faint laugh echoed like a divine sound into everyone’s ears.
Mo Wangchen did not appear but spoke out to welcome these Purple Flame Sect experts inside.
"Are you the Master of Mo Pavilion?"
Wu Chongtian squinted, listening to the voice but not seeing the person. The Master of Mo Pavilion, though arrogant, undeniably had some strength.
"Entering is unnecessary, please step out yourself; regarding the matter in Quan City, I hope you provide an explanation." Wu Chongtian stood high in the air, also speaking into Mo Pavilion.
He didn’t dare enter, as mountain gates often had formations protecting them. The Master of Mo Pavilion was mysterious, and he didn’t know which expert he was facing. If he rushed in, he could suffer greatly.
"Hmph, what kind of Master of Mo Pavilion dares show such an attitude in front of the Great Elder, refusing to reveal himself? He’s thoroughly arrogant!"
"Great Elder, we should just storm in directly, seize the Master of Mo Pavilion, and take him back to the sect for punishment."
"Yes, he clearly has no regard for you; why be polite? We should destroy this mountain gate, then we’ll see where he can hide."
Behind Wu Chongtian, the accompanying Purple Flame Sect experts spoke eagerly, wishing to rush in and capture Mo Wangchen.
"I advise you to step out yourself; otherwise, I will truly take action."
It must be said that their urging did work; Wu Chongtian felt there was no need to waste words with Mo Wangchen.
His voice echoed out, receiving no response, prompting Wu Chongtian to snort coldly.
"Boom!"
He flipped his palm, pressing down, instantly covering the Heavenly Vault with a Void Giant Hand, casting a large shadow on the ground, like a mountain, pressing towards Mo Pavilion’s mountain gate, intending to destroy this newly established sect directly.
"Presumptuous!"
Xue Qinglin shouted coldly, rising straight from the ground, without hesitation, sending a palm strike.
A Big Handprint appeared, stirring the surrounding forces, clashing fiercely with the descending giant hand.
"Boom..."
A world-shaking explosion erupted instantly, hot surges seemingly evaporating the void, sweeping all around.
"Condense!"
Wu Chongtian coldly snorted, pressing two fingers together, pointing towards distant Xue Qinglin.
Instantly, a Sword Light piercing the sky slashed down, as if slicing from chaos, bearing astonishing power, causing the void to twist and the entire world to lose color.
"Break!"
Xue Qinglin dared not be careless; he had only recently stepped into the True Immortal Realm and came from the Lower Realm. Facing Wu Chongtian, a long-established expert, he had to handle it with full effort.
An Ancient Imperial Decree appeared in his hand, covered with dense ancient scripture, rising into the air, transforming into a pitch-black mountain, standing in the sky.
"Crack!"
The Sword Light collided with the mountain formed by condensed scripture.
Instantly, a collision erupted again, the mountain steered backwards, its body shaking as if about to crumble into fragments.
Wu Chongtian, gaining momentum, snorted coldly, his fingers continuously pointing in the void. Endless Sword Lights shot out densely, like raindrops, targeting the mountain.
This was a terrifying attack; Ten Thousand Swords at once, leaving no path for escape, capable of annihilating everything.
All around, everyone was shocked, easily imagining that if targeted by such a Sword Sea, they’d have no road but death.
"Break for me!"
Xue Qinglin shouted, the imperial decree covered in endless ancient script, empowering the mountain, making it even more terrifying.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The mountain shook the canopy, smashing forth, shattering countless Sword Lights.
Sword Lights continued, endlessly slashing from Wu Chongtian, densely aiming to grind the mountain to dust.
Electric sparks shone through the sky; it was a fearsome clash of holy techniques, both being True Immortal Realm experts—formidable in the Southern Region.
The mountain was as solid as Nine Heavens Divine Iron, unbreakable, tearing through countless Sword Lights, ultimately reaching Wu Chongtian’s head, to suppress him.
"This isn’t good!"
A group of Purple Flame Sect experts’ faces changed dramatically. Though possessing Void Immortal Realm cultivation, compared to the True Immortal Realm, they weren’t on the same level. If the mountain fell, none of them would survive.