Chapter 1182: Gifting a Villa to Junior Sister, Su Yue's Scandal

“Mu Cheng, make your move. Don’t waste time. For the sake of our past love, I won’t go too hard on you.”

Xueyang had used Mu Cheng to force Su Yue out, so he no longer acted like a subservient simp toward her. Of course, he couldn’t break his habit of running his cheap mouth. He needed to wrap things up here quickly and prepare to collect the next soul of an Apex cultivator. According to the Celestial Saint’s prophecy using the Thousand-Year World-Viewing Coffin, as long as the first Apex died, the tribulation of the Outer Realm Demons would begin. In the coming years, the Wetlands would enter a true era of chaos, and many Apexes would die one after another. He had to hurry and attend to important matters. With one more soul in the World-Penetrating Holy Book, Xueyang’s abilities would reach the next level, and he was confident he could handle Su Yue.

Mu Cheng didn’t speak, nor was she angry at Xueyang’s cheap mouth. She simply held the wooden sword level in her hand, her pretty face exceptionally solemn. Although there didn’t seem to be anything unusual on the surface, some experts could already feel the surrounding air solidifying. There were even some sharp fluctuations of Qi Blood leaking out.

In fact, not to mention the experts, even ordinary students could see the anomaly. Beneath Mu Cheng’s feet, the floor tiles were beginning to crack. She was brewing an earth-shattering move.

“Hey, look! Senior Mu Cheng has lost weight!” a student suddenly exclaimed.

Indeed. Mu Cheng’s figure was slimming down at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, she returned to her previous peak state of beauty. The plumpness from just moments ago seemed to have been a collective hallucination. Fortunately, her skin didn’t become loose from the sudden weight loss. This was perhaps a perk of being a Martial Artist; a Martial Artist’s skin vitality was far superior.

However, before the crowd could start discussing, Mu Cheng’s sword thrust forward, aiming directly at Xueyang. The speed wasn’t fast, but it was incomparably precise.

“No one can break my evasion!” Xueyang roared. He didn’t dodge or evade, facing Mu Cheng’s sword head-on.

In truth, this was a very boring showdown. It wasn’t even as exciting as Meng Yang and Xueyang’s battle, let alone the one with Jin Guoqian. It had zero entertainment value. Mu Cheng’s sword calmly tapped Xueyang’s chest. She even missed the exact center by two inches.

According to everyone’s previous impression of Xueyang, Mu Cheng would only hit an afterimage, and then Xueyang would reveal his signature crooked, mocking smirk. There would be no ripples.

However, the Grandmaster Powerhouses simultaneously widened their eyes. Whether it was the Ninth Grade Mu Jingliang and Ban Rongchen, or the group of school leaders from Nanwu School, not a single Grandmaster could remain calm.

Su Yue also realized the terror of Mu Cheng’s strike. Yes, even Su Yue was scared half to death.

Xueyang had lost. He lost thoroughly. His evasion was completely useless.

This was the power of the void. Su Yue possessed a Void Space within his body, and he had just sensed the void power of Bi Yun Cave from the broken bridge. Mu Cheng’s strike had genuinely shattered the void. Although the shattered area was only the size of a fingernail, it was genuinely broken. One had to know, this was a terrifying feat that even Grandmasters couldn’t achieve.

PUFF!

A bloody hole burst open in Xueyang’s chest. He was sent flying by the wooden sword in disbelief, vomiting fresh blood, his face full of astonishment.

Mu Cheng’s sword had broken his evasion, and more importantly, it had broken his defense.

That’s right. Xueyang had lost, and he had lost in an unbelievable manner. There was actually a defensive demonic artifact located over his heart. If it had been a demonic blade, Xueyang could have understood. But Mu Cheng used a broken wooden sword to pierce the demonic artifact in his chest and break his Celestial Saint evasion. He couldn’t comprehend how this was possible.

CRASH!

Xueyang’s body was blasted away by the Sword Qi, knocking over quite a few things along the way before finally crashing into a tree. A few seconds later, he clutched the wound on his chest, staring dumbfoundedly at Mu Cheng. At this moment, Xueyang was even more shocked than when he faced Su Yue. He wondered if this was the peerless combat method within the Fortune Sword.

Damn it. Another Outer Realm Demon could break the Celestial Saint evasion. It was absolutely damnable.

Across the Nanwu Campus, the entire audience was shocked.

The wooden sword in Mu Cheng’s hand had already pulverized. Cold sweat dotted her forehead, and she was visibly exhausted. Su Yue hurriedly stepped forward and wiped the sweat from her brow. He checked her condition. Her Qi Blood was depleted. That stunning strike just now had overdrawn all of Mu Cheng’s Qi Blood.

“My God, that’s amazing,” Meng Yang said, licking his dry lips.

If one hadn’t personally fought Xueyang, it would be impossible to understand just how terrifying Mu Cheng’s strike truly was. It broke through his evasion and still managed to pierce his defense with a single strike. They wondered how on earth she managed to do it.

“I need to go down to the Wetlands. I have to go to the Wetlands right now. I can’t delay for even a minute!” Bai Xiaolong genuinely couldn’t sit still anymore.

A peerless combat method. Another peerless combat method. He knew that if he were to face Mu Cheng’s sword, he would likely be instantly killed. Although Mu Cheng could only execute this one strike, her greatest advantage was her extreme precision.

“It’s a pity Mu Cheng wasn’t fighting seriously.” Meng Yang shook his head with a look of regret. She actually missed the mark.

“Bullshit!

“I’m willing to bet my own head that the strike just now was the most serious strike of Mu Cheng’s entire life.

“If her strike had deviated even slightly, Xueyang would be dead. Do you have any idea how much pressure she had to endure just to spare his life?” Jin Guoqian glared at Meng Yang, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Although Xueyang was obnoxious, he was a Prince of Mandie Country. If this Prince died in the Divine Land, it would trigger an exceptionally severe diplomatic incident. Let alone Mu Cheng, even Mu Jingliang wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.

For Mu Cheng to precisely blast open Xueyang’s chest while avoiding all of his vital organs—just how serious do you think she had to be?