Chapter 3061: Chapter 1580: Triumphant in the Spring Breeze, Defeating the Holy Emperor, Who Can Challenge as I Accept the Surrender atop a Coffin_2
Chapter 3061: Chapter 1580: Triumphant in the Spring Breeze, Defeating the Holy Emperor, Who Can Challenge as I Accept the Surrender atop a Coffin_2
“Feng Yujin, who gave you the audacity to mess with me?” Yue Gongli shouted loudly.
Returning to the battlefield, backed by the Cursed Yin Evil God, he was like a fox that had gained the confidence of a tiger, waving his hand and commanding:
“Mo Mo, strike him down with a single blow for me, let them know the ancient swordsmen are not to be trifled with!”
“…”
Mo Mo looked at him.
Bai Yu looked at him.
Holy Emperor Fengtian alias Feng Yujin also looked at him.
Not a single person spoke, and the atmosphere became incredibly awkward for a moment.
Yue Gongli opened his mouth, just about to scold his new “servant” for being such a killjoy when his eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on the coffin in Mo Mo’s hands:
“Hua Yuan!!!”
This unbelievably shrill shout almost made his eyes bulge out of their sockets.
Yue Gongli was dumbfounded.
Completely dumbfounded.
Was I only momentarily caught off guard, struck down by a single palm strike from the Holy Emperor and then… in such a brief time, you managed to seal him?
“You’re even more preposterous than me!”
Yelling at the coffin once more, Yue Gongli regained his composure, elegantly swept his fingers through his hair, and calmly pointed at the casket:
“Miss, do you also play with coffins?”
No response, a bit awkward… Yue Gongli’s expression remained normal as he directly addressed the issue:
“May I ask, Miss, the one inside, is that my friend?”
Whether he’s a friend or not, I don’t know… Mo Mo replied: “An ancient sword saint.”
“Ha ha ha!” Yue Gongli laughed heartily, his face contorted, unbelieving that a super-powerful ancient swordsman capable of escorting him out of the Fate Temple could be captured by the higher void.
After three bursts of laughter, Yue Gongli’s expression returned to calmness, with a hint of unfamiliarity he said: “He’s not my friend anymore, I don’t know him.”
Hua Yuan, it’s up to you.
Being held by a little girl, what’s the point of living now? You’re just an embarrassment to Hua Changdeng.
This person… Mo Mo felt a moment of vertigo, almost believing this person was Xu Xiaoshou in disguise.
Prone to unjustified bouts of madness, could flip on a dime, with behavior so erratic, surely everyone would believe it if he said he was Xu Xiaoshou?
“Although he’s no longer my friend, I feel I must remind you…” Finally, Yue Gongli sighed and said:
“He is a man from the Yunshan Emperor Realm, the shadow of Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng, named Hua Yuan.”
“Although he’s weak and destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame in the Ancient Sword Cultivation World, you’d better not take his semi-saint position. It’ll bring a deadly disaster upon you.”
A person from one of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor… Shock flashed across Feng Yujin’s face, followed by an even more incredulous look towards Mo Mo.
You managed to take him down, too?
Compared to the completely ignorant Yue Gongli, after all, Feng Yujin was part of the attacking side.
Even fully focused, he had still sensed the help from afar, the Fengdu Sword.
It seemed there was also the voice of Xu Xiaoshou…
But then, the problem arose again.
“How could Xu Xiaoshou be this powerful?”
“That waste, facing a new Seven Sword Deity Bei Bei, openly claimed it would take him a day to deal with it. How could he stand against the ancient sword saint?”
Thinking this, Feng Yujin looked even more bizarrely at Mo Mo.
Because, setting aside exterior influences, Bai Yu was another weakling in terms of combat strength…
Was it really your doing?
One person, one strike, and sealed the ancient sword saint?
…
Discussing the dramatic change in Mo Mo’s combat strength clearly wasn’t appropriate at this moment.
Quickly, Feng Yujin looked back at the fellow protected by a huge monster of the power of the evil god, his eyebrows tightly knotted:
“Are you Yue Gongli?”
Mo Mo acquiring the key to sanctification, the appearance of the Yunshan Emperor Realm, the display of such quality and quantity of the power of the ancestral source…
Everything led Feng Yujin’s emotions to cool rapidly, realizing this was not a chance encounter with a demi-saint passerby, but someone with numerous connections.
Most importantly, this guy’s surname was Yue!
Yue Gongli, looking at the Holy Emperor finally panicking, showed a trace of the proper respect that a Saint Stage Spiritual Cultivator should have for a successor of the Holy Emperor and sighed with relief. Then he unapologetically started to throw his weight around:
“I am the successor of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm, Yue Gongli… My father is the Moon Palace Holy Emperor, my sister Yue Gongnu, Bazhun’an is my brother-in-law, Dao Qiongcang is a family friend. I’ve been spanking Hua Changdeng since I was little, and I have no real relations with Bei Huai.”
“From childhood to adulthood, no one has dared to show me disrespect, let alone slap me, never.”
“I once followed my uncle and others to the Abyss Island. They regularly cleared ghost beasts on the Inner Island, and I glanced at the list you were once on for cleansing, and I was the one who crossed your name off.”
“What I’m utterly puzzled about now, is why on earth did you dare to hit me just now?”
Yue Gongli sat on the palm of the Cursed Yin Evil God, his fists propped against his head, tilting his head as he sneered.
He’s really funny… Mo Mo felt like laughing.
Although this was a very serious situation, that guy seemed to be really doing his best to flex his muscles.
Mo Mo had never seen someone who, after being beaten up, would flaunt their background so stiffly; how much of it could be a lie?
She felt as though the profligate young master from the storybooks had come to life; such people, in various Spiritual Cultivation tales in the market, should not survive beyond the Innate or Master Stage, right?
Above the Sovereign Stage, was there really someone so naive? All were scheming, dark, and profound individuals.
But looking back at Feng Yujin…
Mo Mo’s pretty face stiffened.
This Holy Emperor Fengtian, who usually acted so arrogantly, seemed like a minor character from a storybook at this moment, actually subdued by the wealthy profligate’s words!