Chapter 78: Talking and Laughing Freely, Successively Suppressing

Xu Xiaoshou fell back into the Mengmian Ren's hands, docile like a cat.

"De, you don't need to flatter me like that. I'm not that impressive!" he said weakly.

The Mengmian Ren's turbid eyes held a hint of amusement. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough cough... Pfft!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt extremely anxious hearing that. He was spitting blood—what if he couldn't hold on and dropped him?

He suddenly realized why the Mengmian Ren had been so weak earlier—it turned out that using a big move like that harmed his own body.

"Was that just now 'Wanwu Ji Jian'?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

The Mengmian Ren nodded. "An innate-level 'Wanwu Ji Jian'."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

I don't believe you!

I'm the one with innate sword intent—how could I not know the extent of the innate level? Who are you trying to fool?

The Mengmian Ren knew he didn't believe it and continued on his own: "True sword intent has no grades; it doesn't care about form or quality. It uses the enemy's way to return it upon them."

"As long as you grasp the true meaning of the sword, no one dares to draw their sword against you, because..."

"Your sword is my sword?" Xu Xiaoshou interjected.

The Mengmian Ren was stunned for a moment and didn't confirm or deny: "You could say that, but..."

He paused, his gaze returning to below.

"This path has already been walked to ruin by others; it's not feasible. Your sword intent is good, but you should give it up early."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a bit dizzy.

Your sword intent is good, but you should give it up early...

Listen to this nonsense!

"My path has just begun, and yours might not have reached the end yet," he said righteously.

After all, besides this path, he probably wouldn't accomplish anything else. His cultivation talent was what it was—learning spiritual techniques was worse than wasting time, at least he might gain some insights like "cherish the years."

The Mengmian Ren didn't pay attention to him because there was turmoil below again.

Xiao Qixiu had been severely injured by a sword and had lost his combat ability, leaving the law enforcement personnel all shocked. Although Sang Lao had said that the intruders were quite strong, no one expected them to be this strong. With just one strike, the Jian Dao Wang Zuo, Xiao Qixiu, was directly incapacitated. This was excessively strong.

Another person walked out from Lin Dao. The originally somewhat panicked law enforcement personnel instantly seemed to have a backbone, each holding their head high and glaring angrily at the two in the sky.

The newcomer was dressed like a Dao Tong, with white beard and hair, exuding an immortal aura. The only thing that ruined this image was probably his height. If this person stood on the ground, he would probably only reach above most people's waists. In other words, about the same height as Su Qianqian... Fortunately, he was floating.

"Ye Xiaotian..." the Mengmian Ren murmured, his eyes growing serious.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked—this shorty was the legendary inner courtyard dean?

Ye Xiaotian floated to Xiao Qixiu's front, checked his injuries, and then pulled the long sword out of his body, making it disappear afterward.

Xu Xiaoshou looked up in horror; this white-haired Dao Tong had actually appeared in front of the two of them. He inserted one hand into the void, and mysterious blackness surged, with terrifying power seeping out, as if he were about to tear down the sky itself!

"This is called 'Bainian Shu,' Ye Xiaotian's ultimate technique. It can instantly tear off a large piece of space fragments and smash people to death directly," the Mengmian Ren explained.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded!

What...

What level of big shot is this!

Why was he dragged into this battle?

Those damn two assassins, you deserved to die, but please come back to life—I want to dismember you!

The three floated high in the night sky, where the air was bitingly cold.

Ye Xiaotian didn't speak; he kept his hand inserted in the void, his eyes fixed deadly on the Mengmian Ren, completely ignoring Xu Xiaoshou.

The Mengmian Ren said casually: "In front of Ye Xiaotian, escaping is useless. Ordinary people can only chat about last words."

"This guy has a very rare space attribute. It's heard that when he first entered the innate level, he could already fight against half-step grandmaster-level strongholds."

"Not as good as you, who can slay a grandmaster at the innate level," Ye Xiaotian finally spoke, his words very childish, like a child's.

"I don't have that ability; you've got the wrong person."

"I hope so." Ye Xiaotian's childlike voice carried an incongruous coldness.

Xu Xiaoshou listened to the two mutually flattering each other and felt his vision darken, almost falling from the sky.

What kind of monsters are these!

He thought that killing a Yuan Ting and Ju Wu at the Refining Spirit Nine Realm was terrifying enough, but compared to real geniuses, he was nothing! Space attribute—that's an innate attribute power; it sounds terrifying just from the name!

And this Mengmian Ren, what kind of monster is he? Even though the dean was building up his power, he still had the leisure to babble here.

Hmm?

Why is this guy explaining so much to me?

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes rolled, and he panicked.

"Dean, sir, I'm not with him. You can just smash one—please don't include me!"

The Mengmian Ren had a smile in his eyes: "Didn't you just say you wanted to join us?"

"I..."

Xu Xiaoshou's expression froze, and he said with a face like death: "Excuse me, can I leave? Just put me on the ground."

Ye Xiaotian glanced at the young man at the Mengmian Ren's waist, somewhat surprised that this kid could joke around amidst their auras.

He's quite bold.

No wonder he dared to act recklessly in tonight's setup, even killing his fellow disciples.

Crack crack!

Cracks appeared in the night sky, as if it was about to crash down the next second. The longer the time dragged on, the more powerful Ye Xiaotian's right hand in the void became, enveloping the two opposite in an aura of death.

The Mengmian Ren looked up at the night sky, where the falling rain was swallowed one by one by the black cracks, not even reaching his body.

He chuckled lightly: "If you make a move, then those nine guys lying in ambush won't survive."

"Mm, plus this one in hand, ten!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't have time to panic; several explosions sounded from below, and nine rushing sword energies shot straight up. Each sword energy had a white-haired old man locked in the center, suspended in mid-air by the sword energy, reminding him of Mo Mo on the finals stage that day.

Exactly the same!

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Mengmian Ren in shock, and that sentence echoed in his mind again.

"Your path has already been walked to ruin."

So, he had walked the same path as I am now, but why does he advise me not to walk it?

He's so strong!

"Wanwu Ji Jian?"

"Mm." The Mengmian Ren nodded. "Innate-level Wanwu Ji Jian."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless. Why do you have to emphasize "innate-level"? Are you afraid of not hitting others hard enough?

Unlike Xu Xiaoshou's shock, when the law enforcement personnel below saw the nine old men suspended by sword energy, their jaws dropped in astonishment.

"The nine great elders?"

"This is impossible!"

"How could the elders be ambushed by that Mengmian Ren all at once? They're elders!"

"Suspending nine great throne holders with just sword intent... Am I dreaming?"

"These nine are the oldest in the inner courtyard, above grandmaster level!"

"I'm stunned, 'Sheng Nu'..."

"Is it really that powerful?"