The "White-robed Saber God" who fought with Mie Wuqing was a well-known expert in the Light Wind Dynasty. His name was Feng Mo.
Feng Mo was extremely talented in the Saber Dao. He had been practicing saber techniques with his father, who was a general, since he was young. When he was 12 years old, he had already become a fierce general in the army with his superb saber techniques. However, because the battles in the army were usually between ordinary soldiers and battle formations, there were very few one-on-one battles between experts. Therefore, after Feng Mo informed his father, he resolutely left the army and began to wander the Jianghu.
Due to Feng Mo's unique comprehension of saber techniques, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds. Although he was cold and arrogant, when he met a saber expert who was stronger than him, he could lower his head and humbly ask for advice. In the territory of the Light Wind Dynasty, with his father's reputation, as long as they were not from the Devil Dao, they would give him some face and give him some advice.
The battle between Feng Mo and Mie Wuqing was traced back to three years ago.
Mie Wuqing was a ruthless and bloodthirsty person. Feng Mo had a close friend who was both a teacher and a friend. Before Feng Mo became famous, that person had given Feng Mo some pointers on his cultivation path. Just like that, Feng Mo and that person became good friends. The two of them had been friends for more than ten years, so their relationship was very deep.
However, that person had a son who did not inherit any of Feng Mo's close friend's genes. He only knew how to indulge in wine and women, and did not like martial arts.
Once, that person's son had an argument with someone in the Light Wind Dynasty's Imperial City because of a woman.
Both of them had powerful backgrounds. After they understood each other, they did not quarrel too much, so the matter was left unsettled.
But as luck would have it, after that quarrel, the two of them once again had a conflict in a brothel. Originally, neither of them were good-tempered people. The dispute finally escalated, and the people from both sides started to fight.
Unfortunately, in the end, for some unknown reason, Feng Mo's close friend's son unexpectedly killed that person.
This matter blew up all of a sudden.
The son of Feng Mo's best friend was just an ordinary person. It was impossible for him to kill a warrior who knew martial arts. However, that person was indeed punched by Feng Mo's best friend's son, causing him to vomit blood and die.
It was not until later that people learned that the son of Feng Mo's best friend had killed Mie Wuqing's disciple.
At this moment, everyone felt that something big was about to happen. "Ghost Hand" Mie Wuqing was cruel and merciless. He was also extremely protective. Even if it was his own disciple's fault, he would still be unreasonable.
Now that Mie Wuqing's disciple had been killed, he would definitely not let the matter rest.
Feng Mo's best friend also knew that things had gotten out of hand. Because he was weaker than Mie Wu Qing, he had no choice but to send a message to Feng Mo, who was traveling far away, asking him to come back and help.
Feng Mo had rushed back as soon as he received a letter from his best friend. Unfortunately, he was still one step too late. On the day before he returned, his best friend's entire family was slaughtered mercilessly by Annihilation. Not a single person had managed to escape.
When he saw the tragic death of his best friend's family, Feng Mo felt a boundless killing intent brewing in his chest. He only asked someone to help collect his best friend's body. Then, he began to search for Mie Wuqing.
Mie Wuqing had also received Feng Mo's message. He purposely showed himself and lured Feng Mo into the vast desert. The two of them began to fight.
After Feng Mo stepped into the Creation Realm, he created a set of peerless saber techniques called "Nine Strokes of the Sky Slash". Every slash of the saber seemed to be able to split the heavens and earth apart. Countless strange emotions filled the hearts of those who saw it.
Despair, death, fear, all kinds of emotions that could make people collapse shrouded the bottom of their hearts. It made people lose their minds and unable to unleash their full strength.
Mie Wuqing was not an ordinary person. He was a Creation Realm expert who had been famous for even longer than Feng Mo. His "Ghost Weeping Divine Skill" was extremely powerful. Every move he made would summon countless evil spirits and ghosts to affect people's minds.
Wherever the two of them passed, yellow sand was kicked up. The aftershock of the battle caused a sandstorm that swallowed everything. If the two of them fought in a crowded place, countless innocent people would have died.
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The two of them had already noticed Shenlang and the other three, but they had no intention of stopping. Although Feng Mo did not know whether Shenlang and the other three were friends or foes, he was already filled with murderous intent. Even if both sides suffered, he would kill Mie Wuqing first.
Mie Wuqing, on the other hand, did not dare to let his guard down because Feng Mo was difficult to deal with. Just like that, the two of them were dragged into the battle.
The sand was like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun. It was as if the most terrifying sandstorm was approaching.
In the swirling sandstorm, there were vague black shadows. They were distorted, shapeless, and filled with a gloomy aura. Their cries were shrill as they constantly pounced on Feng Mo.
Feng Mo's saber light was like a dragon that traversed the heavens and the earth. Those ghosts that came into contact with Feng Mo's saber light would turn into ashes and disappear from the world.
"Vengeful Ghosts!"
Mie Wuqing roared and slapped out. Countless evil spirits appeared around him. After those evil spirits appeared, the yellow sand in the desert turned into dust as if its vitality had been sucked out. Sand and stones had no life to begin with, but Mie Wuqing's Ghost Weeping Divine Art could still take away their value.
Shenlang and the other three also felt that something was sucking away the vitality in their bodies.
Shenlang snorted coldly. The suction force immediately disappeared as if it had never existed in the world.
"Emperor, should I go and kill him?" Taihuang looked at Mie Wuqing with disdain. Although Mie Wuqing was an expert in the Manifestation realm, he was no different from an ant in Taihuang's eyes.
Shenlang smiled faintly. "No need. Let's wait until they're done. Don't you think this is interesting?"
Shen Lang also wanted to laugh at the masses as a spectator. Sometimes, watching a game of chess was much more interesting than playing it.
Although Elysium was mysterious, with Shenlang's current strength, he wouldn't dare to say that he could do whatever he wanted on Elysium, but he was basically unrivaled. He wanted to know if Elysium was related to the Celestial Realm.
Even immortals were buried here. Who could say that Elysium was not related to the Celestial Realm?
Moreover, Holy Emperor Guan wasn't the only Primordial True God who had come to Elysium. Where did they go? Why was there no news even now? Were they secretly plotting something? Otherwise, they wouldn't have opened the Graveyard of the Gods and secretly come here.
No matter what those Primordial True Gods were up to, Shenlang had to get involved. Shenlang even felt that Holy Emperor Guan's appearance was actually a distraction to divert the attention of those experts on Elysium.
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