The scene of the Special Envoy of Xuan Tianyun Palace being blasted out of the room made Steward Wei, who was acting as the introducer, dumbfounded.
"Li — Zhiyuan!"
The young Special Envoy crawled up from the ground and glared at the room like an enraged rabid dog.
"If you say another word, I'll kill you. If you don't believe me, you can try. "
Li Mu's voice came clearly from the room.
The young envoy's remaining words were like a duck that had been strangled by its neck, unable to continue. In her short but proud life, this was the first time she had met someone like this. Facing the might of the XuanTian Cloud Palace, not only did he not feel the slightest bit of fear, he instead became even more arrogant. In the past, even the leaders of the large sects had all been extremely respectful and courteous when they met her.
Just you wait!
She could only fiercely say this in her heart, then turn around and leave.
In the room, Li Mu glanced at Steward Wei.
Steward Wei's face was uglier than if he had been kicked by a donkey. He struggled to greet Li Mu, then turned to leave. He was already thinking about how to explain this matter to the young Special Envoy.
Li Mu returned to his room, feeling a little disappointed.
If the Xuantian Cloud Palace, which claimed to rule over the Northern Wilderness Region, were all like this, it meant that this so-called Northern Wilderness Region's Martial Arts World's law and order had become rotten after a long period of being at the top.
Just like those empires and dynasties that ruled over millions of people, they could not escape the fate of falling from the peak.
As for the possible revenge from Xuan Tianyun Palace, Li Mu did not care at all.
In the next two days, Li Mu taught Shen Jia martial arts, while Shen Xiaoyue trained with him. However, she missed the best time to train, so even if she had a master and resources, she could not compare to Shen Jia.
Time passed in a flash.
On the third day, the sun shone brightly and the wind was gentle.
Li Mu woke up early and had breakfast. After arranging Shen Jia's training, he leisurely left the Cloud Inn alone, as if he was going for a walk in the spring. There was not a trace of the seriousness before a great battle.
Outside the inn, there was already a sea of people.
It was only a mile from here to the headquarters of the Four Seas Divine Sect, but the street was already full of Jianghu people from all over the world. Countless eyes were glued to Li Mu the moment he walked out of the door of the inn.
Regardless of the outcome of this battle, it would have a profound impact on the Northern Wilderness Region's Pugilistic World.
Over the past three days, many people from the pugilistic world traveled thousands of miles and traveled day and night to Mysterious Heaven Sacred City just to witness this battle that would be recorded in the history of the Northern Wilderness Region's pugilistic world.
Li Mu walked on foot. He was a little surprised by such a grand scene.
People in the martial arts world still liked to be lively.
Of course, what surprised him even more was that in the past two days, there had been no movement from the Xuantian Cloud Palace at all, as if they had forgotten about the humiliation of the Special Envoy being expelled. However, he still felt as if there was a mysterious storm hidden beneath the calm surface, emanating a dangerous aura.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the headquarters of the Four Seas Divine Sect.
Li Mu stood at the door and looked up.
The small city gate that looked like a palace was guarded by martial arts experts. The buildings were majestic, and the scenery was beautiful. Hundreds of people stood at the gate. They were all elites of the Four Seas Divine Sect, as well as experts who were invited from the pugilistic world to help. They were all in position and ready to fight.
The leader of these people was a burly old man like a lion. He had a red face, a lion's nose, and thick gray hair. He was hale and hearty, and had an extraordinary aura. He must be the current leader of the Four Seas Divine Sect, Wild Lion Xiao Zhan.
Behind Xiao Zhan, there were dozens of people with astonishing Qi fluctuations. They were all top-notch martial arts experts in the Northern Wilderness Region.
Just from these people alone, it was enough to prove that the Four Seas Divine Sect's position as the second largest sect in the Northern Wilderness Region was not just for show.
Behind Li Mu, the streets, walls, and buildings around the headquarters of the Four Seas Divine Sect were densely packed with Jianghu people. All of them held their breaths, waiting for the impending battle.
"Hahaha, Li Zhiyuan, you're finally here. I've been waiting here for a long time. Today, I'd like to see how you, an arrogant fanatic, are going to flatten the Four Seas Divine Sect."
Wild Lion Xiao Zhan laughed with great heroism.
Li Mu did not respond.
He just raised his hand and drew out the White Cloud Green Water Knife hanging at his waist. The tip of the knife pointed to the ground, and undisguised killing intent overflowed. He glanced at the people standing at the gate of the headquarters of the Four Seas Divine Sect and said, "Today is the day I avenge the tragic death of the leader of the Tiandao Sect and my brothers. Those who stand in front of this gate and stop me are my enemies. I'll only give you ten breaths. If you don't want to die, get out of here. After ten breaths, if you're still standing here, haha, then don't blame me for starting a massacre.
The air suddenly became cold.
Some people standing in front of the gate of the Four Seas Divine Sect suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
"Li Zhiyuan, it's better to squash enmity than keep it alive. It's already in the past. Don't take it to heart. I'm Wei Dongan, the leader of the Eastern Mountain Sect. Friends in Jianghu, please give me some face. How about this? Today, I'll be the peacemaker. You and Brother Xiao Zhan can forget the enmity with a smile …"
An old man with white hair and beard, who looked to be more than a hundred years old, walked out from behind Xiao Zhan with a smile on his face. He seemed to be taking advantage of his old age.
Li Mu did not speak. He stood where he was and narrowed his eyes slightly.
A trace of embarrassment flashed in the depths of Wei Dongan's eyes. He said, "Brother Li, you're still young and don't know the dangers of Jianghu. Sometimes, no matter how strong a person is, it's difficult to compare with a famous sect. Besides, you're not alone. You have your brothers from the Tiandao Sect. You've killed the Four Seas Divine Sect here. It's hard to guarantee that no one will come to Tiandao Mountain in the future. Revenge breeds revenge.
How about … "
"Ten breaths are up."
There was a flash of broadsword light.
Wei Dongan's white-haired head directly flew up. The headless body froze in place for a moment before slowly falling to the ground with a thud.
Li Mu raised his broadsword and slowly walked toward the hundreds of experts of the Four Seas Divine Sect.
"When my sect leader and my brothers were killed, where were you peacemakers?" He sneered disdainfully. "You only know how to help the wicked and never uphold justice. Such people deserve to die ten thousand times more than those who do evil. Kill!"
He pointed the broadsword, and Broadsword Qi burst forth.
Li Mu slashed at Xiao Zhan, the Wild Lion.
"Arrogant."
A cold voice sounded.
There was a flash of flowing light.
In the morning sun, a dazzling sword shadow, like a cold morning dew, suddenly burst out from behind Xiao Zhan, the Wild Lion. It shattered the Broadsword Qi and stabbed at Li Mu like a divine dragon. "Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! "
The sound of swords colliding kept bursting out.
"Huh? This swordsmanship … is amazing. "
Li Mu's eyes lit up, and he wielded his broadsword on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the 36 moves of the "Cloud Eight Desolation Saber Style" were displayed. The dense saber light phantoms in front of him were like an auspicious cloud, dancing and changing, which was very beautiful.
In the end, Li Mu took a step back and completely neutralized the opponent's sword style.
A strand of black hair fluttered in the wind.
It was Li Mu's long hair at the temples, which was cut off by the Sword Qi.
Opposite him stood a middle-aged man with a sword. He was expressionless and dressed in a black robe. The black long sword in his hand slightly vibrated, and invisible Sword Qi burst out. The black robe and the black sword seemed to be emitting endless darkness, turning the sunny morning into a long night.
"Hahaha, Li Zhiyuan, do you really think that you are invincible when you have just touched the threshold of the Tenth Divine Desperation Realm? You didn't expect that a sword slave under my son's command could defeat you, did you? "
Xiao Zhan, the Wild Lion, looked up and laughed.
In the fight just now, Li Mu was forced to take a step back. In the eyes of countless people, a huge wave was suddenly set off in their hearts. "When did the Four Seas Divine Sect have such a strong swordsman?"
"Has Li Zhiyuan met his match?"
Li Mu ignored Xiao Zhan's sarcasm and his eyes fell on the middle-aged sword slave in black. He felt a familiar aura, which was similar to that of the young man in black who was killed by him by the pool at the foot of Tiandao Mountain.
"The same organization?"
"What swordsmanship did you just use?" Li Mu asked.
"Morning Dew Seven Strikes!"
The middle-aged sword slave was a man of few words.
"Good swordsmanship." Li Mu praised.
This was the most exquisite swordsmanship he had ever encountered since he began to practice martial arts. In terms of changes in skills and application of force, it was even better than Wang Yanyi, the Sword God in his previous life.
This world was indeed a world of martial arts that exerted the skills, skills, and changes of combat skills to the extreme.
Enraged by Li Mu's attitude, Xiao Zhan the Wild Lion roared at the middle-aged sword slave, "Hurry up and kill him. I want him dead …"
"Let's go."
The middle-aged sword slave wielded his sword again.
It was as bright as morning dew, and the sword turned into a tassel.
It was still an extremely amazing swordsmanship.
Li Mu smiled and said, "I can't use the same move against a Saint Seiya twice." He brandished his saber and unleashed the First Slash. The saber shadow of the White Cloud Clear Water flashed and shattered the Morning Dew Sword Technique.
"Puff …"
The black sword in the middle-aged sword slave's hand shattered, and he lost control of his body. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying blood in the air, and smashed the palace wall of the Four Seas God Sect.
Boom!
The sound of the wall collapsing woke the experts of the Four Seas God Sect who were in extreme shock.
In the midst of the smoke and dust, Li Mu had already swung his saber aggressively like a tiger stepping on a flock of sheep.
His saber technique was no longer the Cloud Eight Desolation Saber Style. Instead, he was performing the Morning Dew Strike of the middle-aged sword slave. However, he had indeed turned the sword technique into a saber move. Wherever the saber light flashed, the experts of the Four Seas Divine Sect fell one after another like wheat being cut!
Blood flowed on the ground, gathered into a blood pool, and then gathered into a river.
Screams, screams, and shouts were heard incessantly.
The Wulin people who were watching from the surrounding streets and buildings had yet to recover from the previous shock. They could not understand why the mysterious middle-aged sword slave in black with a black sword had the absolute upper hand in the first fight, but in the second fight, he could not even withstand one strike from Li Zhiyuan and was sent flying.
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
Li Zhiyuan, the Heavenly Asura, stood with his saber.
Drip, drip.
Blood fell like rain along the blood groove of the White Cloud Green Water Saber, dripping into the blood pool on the ground.
Around him, corpses and broken limbs were piled up like mountains.
The army of hundreds of experts from the Four Seas Divine Sect, which was powerful enough to wipe out most of the sects in the Northern Wilderness Region, was almost completely wiped out. Only the old Sect Master Xiao Zhan and a few veteran experts in the Eighth Realm were left. They were covered in blood and covered in wounds. They struggled to stand in a pool of blood and looked at Li Mu with despair and fear.
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