Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 585 - 562: When the Fake Becomes Real
Chapter 585: Chapter 562: When the Fake Becomes Real
Under everyone’s horrified gaze.
Mu Yun didn’t make any moves, he just stood quietly in place.
But that formidable red inner strength pillar seemed to encounter an invisible wall of air, unable to advance even an inch.
Then, Mu Yun raised his left hand, making a gentle flicking motion.
The next moment, the inner strength pillar completely reflected back, crashing straight into Zhang Laoxi.
It caused him to spit blood as he flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.
Mu Yun’s expression remained indifferent, as if he had squashed an ant, without a trace of fluctuation in his gaze.
Seeing Mu Yun’s gaze cast over again, everyone felt a chilling fear in their hearts.
“Damn it, let’s fight him!”
This time, a full five people rushed up together.
Among them was the ’Lingnan Sword Fanatic,’ holding a rapier in each hand, who had defeated several first-class masters in under ten moves;
There was the ’North Sea White Dragon,’ whose body moved like the wind and steps were like illusions, with a lightweight skill unrivalled, almost innately invincible;
And the abbot of Yun Temple, with muscles bulging all over, his body like cast copper, whose qi-blood was even stronger than Zhang Laoxi’s…
Five first-class masters, each renowned and with astonishing battle records in the martial arts world.
Among them was the abbot of Yun Temple, one of the sect leaders of the four great sects, making this lineup nothing short of luxurious.
As they all took action together, their might was earth-shattering, even if Mu Yun was a Grandmaster, he should have to avoid confronting them? Everyone thought so.
But to their shock, Mu Yun still stood unmoving, merely giving a gentle wave of his sleeve.
’Boom!’
Endless streams of white air gathered and exploded before him, as if forming a vast sea of air currents.
These five, originally charging rapidly toward Mu Yun, were sent flying back even faster by the surging, solid air currents, each spitting blood as they fell, their faces ashen.
One move, yet another move!
Facing five top-tier masters in the martial arts world, Mu Yun still needed only a single move to make them rout in chaos, utterly defeated.
“Is this a Grandmaster? To summon the might of heaven and earth, to use the forces of the world as one’s own.”
“A Grandmaster is stronger, more terrifying than what is recorded in ancient texts…”
“There’s no chance of victory, I see no glimmer of hope.”
Grandmaster Mu Yun was so powerful it made people despair, crushing the resistance of everyone present.
“Why do you not quickly submit?” Mu Yun gave a low shout.
Then, a vast invisible pressure swept over everyone in the hall, covering the sky and earth.
Turning their faces pale, some with lower cultivation levels could no longer maintain an upright posture and fell to their knees.
’A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated…’ Wang Yukai thought defiantly, his face flushed with determination.
He struggled to maintain a standing posture, but felt as if he were opposing the whole universe.
All his bones creaked, as if his internal organs were being wantonly stirred, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.
There were quite a few others on the scene unwilling to submit, all looking like Wang Yukai, tottering and unable to hold on much longer.
“Submit to me, submit to Wanma Country, and you will all have a path to survival.” Mu Yun’s voice was cold, sounding like a god above, provoking both anger and despair.
“Ah!!!”
A young disciple of the Haoran Sect resisted the Grandmaster’s pressure too hard, spat a mouthful of blood, and fell unconscious, life or death unknown.
’Thud!’
’Thud!’
Several more young disciples couldn’t endure, vomiting blood and collapsing.
“Damn it, is the Grandmaster truly unbeatable?”
The sect leaders of the other three sects exchanged glances, a deep sense of powerlessness rising in their hearts.
The strength of a Grandmaster, although known from various texts and stories, was more terrifying when truly confronted than imagined.
Now, resisting is out of the question, and even escaping seemed like a distant hope.
Are the elites of the Central Plains martial arts world doomed to perish here today?
Just as everyone was in despair.
An old voice suddenly came from another place.
“Ah, just a few years left to live anyway, let this old man do something for the martial arts of Qing Country one last time.”
It seemed another powerful force had forcibly intervened in Mu Yun’s invincible aura.
At the same time, it eased the burden and pressure on the people present, making their complexions look much better.
“Who is it?”
Mu Yun snapped his head around, his eyes shining brightly like two small suns rising, too bright to look at directly.
An old man with a wrinkled face in gray clothes, supported by a young man, slowly walked out from a corner behind the crowd.
His hair was grizzled, his body emaciated to skin and bones with deep, knife-like wrinkles, his figure tottering, as if he hadn’t much time to live.
Yet it was he who had just broken Mu Yun’s invincible Grandmaster aura!
“A real Grandmaster?” Mu Yun’s expression turned grave as he stared intently at the newly appeared unknown elder.
“A real Grandmaster!” The spirits of the Central Plains martial artists were lifted.
“The Scholarly Swordsman didn’t lie to us. It was us who wrongly blamed him.” Manor Master Leng and many other first-class masters looked apologetically at Wang Yukai.
’Damn it, really?’ Wang Yukai was also stunned.
Clearly, it was a setup coaxed by Brother Liu gone wrong, but somehow it seemed to turn true, as if another Grandmaster really existed in this world.
“Liu Yafei?” The Haoran Sect Head, Yu, was the most shocked person on the scene.
He looked at the young man supporting the old, handsome, with a bronze complexion and a resolute expression, whose temperament had changed dramatically compared to years back.
But he wouldn’t mistake his appearance.
Unmistakably, he was his direct disciple Liu Yafei, who, after losing to Wang Yukai in a marriage contest arena four years ago, vanished completely, and the sect couldn’t find him no matter how hard they searched.
Then, Sect Head Yu looked at the gray-clothed elder Liu Yafei was supporting, whose eyes and brows gave him an extremely familiar feeling.
The next moment, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind: “Small, Small Martial Uncle… didn’t you pass away?”
The gray-clad elder was Sect Head Yu’s martial uncle?
The minds of everyone present went blank for a moment.
Some of the older individuals, after closely examining the elder’s appearance, also made a low exclamation.
“He seems to be… the ’Sentimental Gentleman’?”
“The Sentimental Gentleman, the youngest disciple of ’Mr. Ink Sword,’ whose talent was said to exceed that of Mr. Ink Sword at the same age, was once held in great expectation…”
“But that’s not right, the Sentimental Gentleman was said to have died from a broken heart many years ago, wasn’t he?”
Everyone was in disarray.
No one expected a man thought dead for years to suddenly appear on the scene.
“But isn’t he the old shopkeeper of the Zhao Family Blacksmith Shop in Xiangyang City?” someone else shouted in surprise.
Hearing this, some martial arts figures from Xiangyang City, after a moment of observation, nodded in agreement.
“Indeed, it’s the old shopkeeper of Zhao’s Blacksmith Shop; I once had him make a Profound Iron Sword!”
“Yes, it’s the Zhao shopkeeper; I’ve seen him many times too.”
The gray-clad elder’s identity was quickly pieced together by those present, with some saying he was the ’Sentimental Gentleman,’ while others claimed he was a blacksmith shop owner.
But undeniably, he was a true Grandmaster!
Elsewhere, Lou Yi himself finally came out from some corner, standing in an inconspicuous spot.
He too was quite shocked at the moment.
Unexpectedly, a casual scheme drew out the last surviving Grandmaster of the Central Plains martial arts world, was it coincidence or fate?
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