Chapter 1427 - 1431: Who Should I Kill Next?

"Your Misty Sect branch, I scoff, do you have any shame when speaking?"

Gu Feng sneered in response. Although his own cultivation was only at the Late Stage of Eighth Grade, he was nevertheless unafraid of the other party.

"State your name, I, Wu Ya, do not kill nameless people!"

Among the two Ninth Grade experts, the one at the Early Stage of Ninth Grade swept his gaze across the crowd.

He focused particularly on Ah Yun, as well as Yun Hao and the other two floating leisurely in midair, as if watching a play.

What shocked him was that apart from being able to discern Ah Yun's cultivation as Early Stage of Ninth Grade, he couldn't gauge the cultivation of the three floating in midair at all.

"Whether you have teeth or not, kill!"

Upon seeing the opponent was merely at the Early Stage of Ninth Grade, Ah Yun immediately waved his hand and charged with a group of experts above Eighth Grade.

In an instant, the two sides engaged in battle once more.

The expert at Mid-Stage of Ninth Grade remained stationary, not moving a muscle.

Neither did he step forward to assist his comrades nor attack Ah Yun and the others.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing? Get over here and help!"

Though Wu Ya was at the Early Stage of Ninth Grade, the Immortal Technique he practiced was far too low level compared to Ah Yun's. It was completely inferior.

Thus, when faced with Ah Yun's brutal attacks, he couldn't endure long and began to feel overwhelmed.

He turned back and loudly called to the senior brother at Mid-Stage of Ninth Grade, urging him to come quickly to help.

"Junior Brother Wu Ya, surrender. We are not their match!"

Wu Wen heard Wu Ya's cries for help and couldn't help but smile bitterly, speaking to Wu Ya.

"Surrender? Senior Brother, are you joking? With the two of us, we could certainly defeat them!"

Wu Ya shouted in confusion.

He believed that as long as they teamed up, they could definitely defeat the Early Stage of Ninth Grade expert in front.

Defeating Ah Yun would signify their victory.

Although the opponent still had three individuals floating in midair with unclear strength.

But in Wu Ya's view, that was merely a deliberate show of force.

Why didn't those three people, if truly powerful, come down to fight them?

But upon hearing Wu Ya's words, Wu Wen smiled bitterly again.

At the very moment the two sides first engaged, he had intended to step forward and participate in the fight.

However, as he was about to make a move, he felt a formidable pressure envelop his entire being.

This terrifying pressure came precisely from the silver-haired man floating in midair.

This oppressive aura was even stronger than the Sect Leader of their Misty Sect.

Wu Wen had no doubt that if he dared make any rash movements.

This pressure would certainly shatter his Primordial Spirit, causing him to perish instantly!

"It's useless, they have a master!"

Wu Wen once again told Wu Ya.

Without waiting for Wu Ya and the others to respond, he turned to Yun Hao in midair.

"Our Piaomiao Palace branch has lost, please allow us to leave!"

Wu Ya and the others heard Wu Wen's words, and ceased resisting, retreating next to Wu Wen.

Though they still felt unwilling in their hearts, this time, Wu Wen was the commander, that was indisputable.

So upon hearing Wu Wen's words, Wu Ya and the others grudgingly retreated.

Ah Yun and the others glanced at Yun Hao, finding that Yun Hao had not made any response.

"Kill!"

A melodious shout, Ah Yun charged once again, his longsword dancing gracefully in hand.

Once more, Wu Ya and the others fell into a harsh struggle.

"Esteemed gentleman, we have already admitted defeat, why do you still press us relentlessly?"

Wu Wen saw his disciples beside him dying one by one under assault, and couldn't help shouting at Yun Hao.

"Admitted defeat? I didn't see it!"

Yun Hao glanced at Wu Wen, speaking lightly.

Didn't see it?

How could he not see it?

He clearly said they admitted defeat!

Thud!

Wu Wen glanced at Yun Hao floating in midair, looked at the nearly ten thousand people sternly waiting around.

Suddenly, his knees slightly bent, and he knelt on the ground.

"Your attitude I did see, but what about them?"

As Yun Hao spoke, he descended to the ground with Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi, waving his hand to separate the fighting people.

"Dream on, even in death, I will not kneel to you. We cultivators of the Immortal Realm are noble, how could we bow to you lowly ants of the Lower Realm?"

Wu Ya and the others halted, leaving only five people including Wu Ya.

Facing Yun Hao, standing proudly, Wu Ya answered resolutely.

"Wu Ya, do not act rashly!"

Wu Wen heard his junior's words, quickly turned, and reprimanded Wu Ya softly.

"Senior Brother, you may kneel and beg for survival, I do not insist, but I am Wu Ya, unafraid of death. I will never kneel to these people, so do not force me. Moreover, I don't believe he truly intends to go against our Misty Sect?"

Wu Ya interrupted Wu Wen, speaking arrogantly, raising his head, completely disregarding Yun Hao and the others.

Even in the Immortal Realm, Misty Sect is renowned. Among those Ninth Grade experts in the Immortal Realm, who would not be respectful upon meeting them as experts of the Piaomiao Palace?

"Indeed, we do not fear death, nor will we bow to the inferior people of the Lower Realm. We are noble cultivators of the Immortal Realm!"

Behind Wu Ya, the four Misty Sect disciples also raised their heads, speaking with confidence upon hearing Wu Ya's speech.

As if at this moment, they were the ones with the upper hand, not Yun Hao and his companions.

Pop!

A crisp sound, a mist of blood!

Wu Ya looked in shock behind him, one of the four disciples, the one with Late Stage of Eighth Grade cultivation, had his head explode abruptly.

This...

The sudden change caused Wu Ya and three other disciples to take a step back, eyes filled with fear!

Wu Wen was so frightened that he jumped straight up from the ground.

"You... You..."

Wu Ya looked at Yun Hao with a faint smile, pointing a trembling finger at him, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Since you're unafraid of death, I'll send you each to reincarnation!"

Yun Hao smiled at Wu Wen, Wu Ya, and the others before him.

As he finished speaking, there was another dull sound.

Bang!

Another disciple abruptly exploded, the blood mist overlapping with that of the previously dead disciple's.

Under the sunlight, it became denser and more intense.

In an instant, Misty Sect lost two more high-level experts above Eighth Grade.

Now, apart from Wu Wen and Wu Ya, only two Eighth Grade disciples remained.

"Little Shishi, who do you think I should kill next?"

Yun Hao turned to Zhao Shishi beside him, seeking her opinion.

"I think you should kill that guy, he's just been barking non-stop, so annoying!"

With adorable charm, Zhao Shishi pointed her small finger at Wu Ya, whose face had turned ghastly pale from fright.