Chapter 1035
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At this moment, the warriors from various factions, who were being stared at by the leading young man, all felt a sense of foreboding. The young leader turned around and addressed the crowd.
“You’ve all been watching the excitement for quite some time now. You previously thought we were unworthy of exploring this place, but now, it seems you should be convinced by my strength.”
“With that said, my people are about to unlock the seal of Guangling Cliff. Everyone will get to see the true appearance of Guangling Cliff and reap great benefits from this place.”
“However, it wouldn’t be fair if only my people were making the effort, would it?”
Upon hearing this, many people’s brows furrowed in suspicion. Qiu Zhiyan spoke up, “What do you mean?”
The leading young man glanced at Qiu Zhiyan and continued, “My people are about to initiate the unsealing process, but we need one final item, and we might require your assistance.”
One final item?
“Your blood!” the young leader said with a smile.
At these words, everyone present felt a chill run through them. Since the young man and his group had arrived, his casual demeanor always seemed to carry an undercurrent of malevolence and condescension. He clearly looked down upon them, treating the geniuses of Qingzhou as if they were mere pets.
Among the well-known talents present, each was a prized asset of their respective sects and families. None had ever been so disrespected.
“We need our blood, but your dozen or so people alone won’t be enough!” someone retorted indignantly.
There were hundreds of warriors from Qingzhou present, and if they united, the dozen or so individuals would stand no chance, no matter how strong their leader was.
“That is true…” the leading young man nodded, but then sneered, “However, it seems you are not a united front.”
His gaze swept over the front row, where Qiu Zhiyan, Li Bufan, and Qin Muyu stood. He smiled and said, “The stronger ones, their blood should taste more exquisite. Among the three of you… you lasted the longest against me, thirty moves. It shall be you!”
With these words, the young leader reached out his hand and lunged directly towards Qin Muyu’s faction. At this moment, Qin Muyu’s face was flushed, with blood still trickling from the corners of his mouth. He had been severely injured in his earlier confrontation with the young leader, having lasted only twenty-eight moves, compared to Qiu Zhiyan’s ten and Li Bufan’s twenty-four.
Everyone now understood that the young leader was targeting the strongest among them. As he had pointed out, the hundreds of people present were divided into different camps and were not on good terms with each other. If the young leader were to eliminate the strongest, the others would surely lose the will to fight. He had clearly grasped this dynamic and chose to strike at Qin Muyu.
“How dare you!”
“Protect Senior Qin!”
Immediately, four warriors from Lingjian Mountain, all at the fourth and fifth levels of Wanfa, charged forward. Seeing the four approaching, the young leader merely sneered. In a few flickers of movement, without any apparent surge of power, the four warriors were sent crashing to the ground, bleeding profusely.
“Mu He… Liu Xiang…”
Seeing the four killed in an instant, Qin Muyu’s face turned cold. “I will never let you go!”
As the top prodigy of Lingjian Mountain, Qin Muyu had always believed that his main rivals were Li Bufan, Dan Yongye, and Tai Qingyao. He never expected to encounter someone far superior to them within the Heavenly and Earthly Gates.
However, the thought of his fellow disciples sacrificing themselves for him was something Qin Muyu could never accept. His figure lunged forward, and with a swift swing of his sword, he unleashed a powerful strike. Qin Muyu’s swordsmanship had been taught by his master, Yan Ling, the wife of Su Xuanye and a renowned swordsman herself. Qin Muyu believed that in terms of swordsmanship within Lingjian Mountain, he was unparalleled.
His sword swept through the air, the power of Wanfa transforming into a sword aura that surged forward like a tidal wave, evoking a sense of awe and excitement.
But seeing the terrifying momentum of Qin Muyu’s sword attack, the young leader merely dismissed it with a sneer: “You are a fine swordsman, with a well-developed sword intent, which is indeed rare, but… it is useless.”
With these words, the young leader sneered again and grabbed with his palm. His palm formed a claw, with the power of Wanfa condensed to the extreme, producing a metallic sound. This was the integration of metallic elemental power!
His palm, like a pair of iron pincers, grabbed down and actually shattered the sword aura that Qin Muyu had unleashed, directly seizing the long sword in Qin Muyu’s hand.
At this moment, Qin Muyu felt a sense of helplessness. This young leader was just too powerful! In their previous confrontation, the young leader’s Wanfa power, combined with the metallic elemental force, made every move sharp and piercing.
However, Qin Muyu was not unfamiliar with fighting warriors who integrated metallic elemental power. But none had ever been able to enhance their Wanfa power to such a formidable degree.
Qin Muyu felt that if his own Wanfa power was like a brick, then the Wanfa power of this young leader, who was at the fifth level of Wanfa, was like an iron sword. They were simply not in the same league.
Nevertheless, Qin Muyu knew he could not let his fellow disciples die for him.
“Engaging me in combat and still daring to be distracted?” A cold laugh sounded in his ear.
Qin Muyu’s face changed, and he swung his sword to strike behind him. But it was too late!
In a few flickers of movement, the young leader’s palms struck out one after another, with powerful palm energy shattering the sword aura. Then, with a leap, he was already behind Qin Muyu, his palm forming a fist, as if a sharp metallic sword was condensing in front of his fist, striking towards Qin Muyu’s back.
“You shall be the first to contribute your blood!” A indifferent voice rang out.
This punch was unavoidable.
Qin Muyu’s face turned pale, and the other disciples were too shocked to react.
Clang…
The next moment, a deep, metallic sound echoed.
Everyone was reluctant to witness the gruesome scene of Qin Muyu being bloodied. But then, many eyes widened in astonishment as they looked at the scene.
There!
Behind Qin Muyu, a young man in white appeared, his palm meeting the punch and blocking the deadly strike aimed at Qin Muyu. Even the young leader, who had clashed with the young man in white, stumbled backward, his steps faltering, and only managed to steady himself after retreating three paces.
