257: Chapter 257 A Great Battle Is Imminent

Chapter 257: Battle Is Imminent

Mu Jiu's expression sank slightly, but he quickly returned to calmness.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years; what kind of arrogant opponents had he not seen?

In his view, Elder Cangwu's words were nothing more than a bluff.

Three experts at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence against four Undergoing Tribulation practitioners, among whom was Mu Qigu—an existence whose sealing arts had reached a divine, unfathomable level—no matter how one looked at it, the Mu Family held the advantage.

Furthermore, the four of them had joined forces to fight enemies for thousands of years, and their tacit cooperation was far from comparable to three people thrown together temporarily.

"Whether we are enough or not, we will only know after we fight."

Mu Jiu stopped talking nonsense. With a grip of his right hand in the Void Realm, a dark black power of Law surged from his palm, transforming into a pitch-black long spear.

The shaft of the spear was engraved with dense dark golden runes, and the tip faintly flickered with a gloomy light, exuding a heart-palpitating sharpness and Aura.

The Heaven Rank top-tier Magical Artifact, Xuanyou Spear, was forged over ten thousand years using Netherworld Dark Iron, and it was Mu Jiu's natal Magical Artifact.

Behind him, the three Grand Elders simultaneously urged their Spiritual Qi.

Mu Qigu heavily stamped her dragon-headed crutch on the ground. The dragon eyes at the head of the staff suddenly lit up, and countless fine purple runes surged from the shaft, spreading in all directions and intertwining in the Void Realm into a huge sealing array diagram.

The array diagram slowly rotated, and every rune exuded an ancient Aura that imprisoned all things. The surrounding space became sticky at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the circulation of Spiritual Qi became sluggish.

Mu Zhanye took down the giant axe from his back. The dark golden runes on the blade lit up simultaneously, and a power fluctuation so violent it was almost barbaric gushed out from his pagoda-like body.

Mu Xuanji still maintained his refined posture, except that his right hand had unknowingly pressed onto the hilt of the long sword at his waist. There was no outward release of Aura around him, but precisely because of that, it made people feel even more dangerous.

Elder Cangwu looked at the pitch-black long spear in Mu Jiu's hand and nodded slightly, as if appraising a Magical Artifact that was barely acceptable.

Then he raised his hand, pressing his right index and middle fingers together like a sword, and gently slashed in the Void Realm. A light cyan Sword Intent surged from his fingertips, condensing into a sword Qi about three feet long in front of him.

He did not use any Magical Artifact; against an opponent like Mu Jiu, his Sword Intent was enough.

Cang Song slowly pulled out the long sword from his back. The sword body was silver-grey throughout, and there was an extremely thin blood groove on the spine of the sword, within which dark red light faintly flowed.

The Heaven Rank Advanced Magical Artifact, Zhenyue, was cast from ten-thousand-year dark iron, and the sword was as heavy as a mountain. Every slash carried the force of a collapsing mountain.

Elder Jianchi remained in his cross-legged posture, but the pitch-black long sword across his knees had somehow unsheathed itself by three inches.

The sword body was as black as ink, without any decorative patterns or flowing spiritual light, looking just like an ordinary iron sword.

However, the four Mu Family Grand Elders present simultaneously felt an elusive chill rise from their spines; that was the feeling of being locked on by Sword Intent.

Mu Mingfeng had long since swept out from the private room of the tea house, landing on a safe high platform at the edge of the street.

Beside him, Zheng Lingfeng brought several Zheng Family retainers and followed over. The few of them squeezed at the edge of the high platform, overlooking the impending battle on the street from above.

Zheng Lingfeng had just been slumped in the tea house chair trembling, but now seeing the four Old Ancestors of the Mu Family arrive together, his courage grew strong once again.

He leaned over to Mu Mingfeng's side and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother Mingfeng, with the four Old Ancestors making a move, can those three Kunlun Elders possibly flip the heavens?"

Mu Mingfeng supported his hands on the railing of the high platform, his gaze fixed dead on the street, a suppressed triumphant smile hanging at the corners of his mouth: "With the four Old Ancestors joining forces, even Tribulation Transcenders from the Five Great Sacred Lands would not dare to slight them. Elder Cangwu was so arrogant just now, now he should know what it means that there are heavens beyond the heavens."

Zheng Lingfeng nodded repeatedly, his gaze shifting back to the figures of Sun Mingcheng and the others at the street alley, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes as he thought to himself: 'Wait until the four Old Ancestors deal with those three Kunlun Elders, and let's see who else can protect your Sun Family.'

It was just that he suddenly recalled that he seemed to have seen a few guards of the Sun Family earlier in the tea house, so why were they missing right now?

However, this slight doubt was soon washed away by the current situation. He didn't think much more about it and refocused his attention on the imminent battle on the street.

His face was full of anticipation; although Valley Master Qin Cangyan was crippled, with the four Old Ancestors of the Mu Family personally taking the field, the effect would only be better.

He was already calculating in his heart how to slowly torture Sun Mingcheng once he fell into his hands to vent the hatred in his heart.

On the other side of the high platform, Mu Mingfeng's gaze also fell on those figures at the alley entrance, but his attention was not on Sun Mingcheng, but rather on Lu Jinghan and Zhou Tianchen.

Both of these Kunlun Disciples held xuanhuang keys in their hands, and would enter the Xuanhuang Fortress shortly after.

Elder brother Mu Changkong would also go, and Mu Changkong was the most talented person in the Mu Family in ten thousand years.

He silently calculated in his heart that once they entered the Secret Realm, he would let Elder brother Changkong slowly deal with them.

But for now, letting the Old Ancestors teach these arrogant Kunlun Elders a lesson first could be considered collecting a bit of interest in advance.

In the shadows deep within the alleyway, Yun Tianxiang took all of this in.

He saw the four Grand Elders of the Mu Family step out from the spatial rift, saw Zheng Lingfeng sweep out from the tea house to rendezvous with Mu Mingfeng, and also saw the anticipation and triumph on the faces of those two people on the high platform.

His gaze lingered on Mu Mingfeng the longest, carving that face into the deepest part of his memory.

In his past life as an Earth Immortal, he had seen countless people like this: direct descendants of noble families who thought themselves extraordinary and viewed others as chess pieces.

But in front of absolute strength, such people's self-confidence tended to collapse the fastest.

He did not reveal himself, still maintaining a hidden state, but his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the star-shattering sword, and those two strands of golden Sword Intent within his body were poised and ready.

In the center of the street, ten gazes collided in the Void Realm, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Seven Tribulation Transcenders confronted each other across the air on the long street in front of Laifu Inn. Their robes fluttered and snapped in the spiritual wind; no one spoke, no one backed down, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Cultivators watching the battle held their breath, their hearts pounding heavily in their chests, their gazes locked dead on those ten figures, not daring to even blink their eyelids.

In the center of the street, ten gazes collided in the Void Realm, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Seven Tribulation Transcenders confronted each other across the air on the long street in front of Laifu Inn. Their robes fluttered and snapped in the spiritual wind; no one spoke, no one backed down, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Cultivators watching the battle held their breath, their hearts pounding heavily in their chests, their gazes locked dead on those seven figures, not daring to even blink their eyelids.