strictlysupreme Chapter 76 Nascent Soul Grandmaster? Not even enough to fill a tooth gap.
Chapter 76 Nascent Soul Grandmaster? Not even enough to fill a tooth gap.
The stench of blood lingered on the white jade steps, the heavy scent of the massacre still clinging to the air, not yet dispersed by the wind and snow.
The once tranquil spiritual energy of Kunlun Mountain Gate Square suddenly boiled and surged in the open space ahead. The entire space was like boiling oil being scorched by a raging fire, violently twisting, shaking, and churning. Visible spiritual energy ripples exploded in layers, and a murderous aura instantly enveloped the surrounding area.
A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air and shattered the clouds!
Dozens of dazzling sword lights tore through the mountain mists, accompanied by sonic booms that ripped through eardrums, and landed precisely on the towering stone pillars that surrounded the plaza. Each figure was tall and imposing, exuding a chilling aura; they were all elite inner disciples carefully trained by Kunlun.
The disciples in this group were all at least at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, standing at the top of the mortal pyramid. The sect elders leading the group were surrounded by a heavy and solid Golden Core aura, their auras deep and heavy, locking down all directions and setting up a deadly formation, clearly in a posture of trapping turtles in a jar and suppressing the intruders.
Just as the sword formation was fully formed and its killing intent was fully charged, a chilling, deafening roar of wind breaking came from the depths of the main peak.
A hunched and withered figure came riding the wind and hovered in the air above the square. The newcomer wore a tattered and old Taoist robe that hung loosely on his body. His figure was as thin as a stick, and his face was wrinkled and dry like the peel of an orange that had been dried for a hundred years. He was none other than the current ruler of Kunlun - the Dead Wood Taoist.
This powerful early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, who reigns supreme in the mortal realm and dominates the world, stands on an ancient bronze mirror covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The pressure of Nascent Soul laws emanating from his body weighs heavily down, causing the spiritual energy of the entire plaza to stagnate and tremble.
The withered tree Taoist lowered his gaze, his cloudy, aged eyes fixed on Lu Yuan, who stood leisurely on the ground, his gaze as firmly bound to the other man as if by iron chains. When he saw Lu Yuan's simple, ordinary modern casual clothes, and then glanced at the still-dry, mangled, and mangled corpse beside the stone steps—the remains of his Foundation Establishment elder—the veins at the corners of his eyes bulged wildly, his muscles twitched violently, and a burst of anger erupted in his heart.
"So it was you, you ignorant brat, who killed Wuji, broke my formation, and trespassed into my Kunlun Holy Land?"
The deep, hoarse voice of the withered wood Taoist, carrying pure and powerful Nascent Soul True Essence, transformed into an invisible giant hammer of divine consciousness, which crashed down!
This is a soul impact containing the laws of the Nascent Soul stage. If an ordinary Golden Core cultivator were to face such an attack, their soul would be shaken, blood would flow from their seven orifices, and they would suffer severe injuries.
Lu Yuan stood still the whole time, his back straight, his expression calm, without even frowning.
The terrifying sound waves, powerful enough to shatter a cultivator's soul, vanished without a trace when they reached a radius of three feet around him, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. They didn't even lift the hem of his clothes, let alone harm him in the slightest.
In mid-air, the withered tree Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of fear and suspicion welled up in his heart.
He quickly calculated in his mind: the laws of the mortal world are restrictive, and those above the Nascent Soul stage are suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, making it impossible for them to appear in the world. This kid must possess a top-tier concealment treasure, or even a damaged spiritual artifact, to completely block divine sense detection and withstand his Nascent Soul law impact!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, the withered wood Taoist feigned composure, attempting to probe his true intentions and extract information: "Which sect or school of ancient rogue cultivators are you a remnant of? How did you manage to find a secret method to circumvent the suppression of the laws of the present world and survive until now?"
"Hand over the hidden treasures you possess, and surrender the dragon's true blood you stole, and I may show leniency, granting you a complete corpse and allowing your soul to reincarnate!"
These words, spoken in a condescending manner, carried the arrogance and certainty of a Nascent Soul cultivator. In his view, this was already an immense favor.
Lu Yuan slowly raised his eyes and looked at the old man in mid-air who pretended to be dignified but was actually narrow-minded. He felt nothing but endless absurdity and mockery.
The feeling is like a peerless immortal who has reached the pinnacle of power and become a god, falling into a newbie village, watching a level 10 elite monster baring its fangs and barking wildly in front of it—both laughable and pathetic.
His voice was calm and not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the entire venue and reached the ears of every Kunlun cultivator: "You bunch of frogs in a well, hiding underground and living a life of ignominy, have been closed off for too long, and I'm afraid you've ruined your brains."
"I have no interest in remembering your name, and I'm even less inclined to listen to your nonsense."
Lu Yuan raised his hand and pointed to the ancient bronze mirror beneath the feet of the withered wood Taoist, which he used to fly. His gaze was cold and domineering: "Open the Dragon Transformation Pool that you spent a thousand years building, draining the earth's spiritual veins. Then, all of you line up and cut off your own heads. Don't dirty my hands."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.
All the Kunlun elites on the stone pillar froze in place, looking at Lu Yuan as if he were a complete madman.
Does he know who the person before him is?!
Nascent Soul cultivators! In this mortal world where spiritual energy is depleted and laws are incomplete, they are living immortals who surpass all living beings and are nearly invincible! With a single thought, they can overturn mountains; with a single finger, they can destroy cities. They are the ultimate beings that the world has looked up to for thousands of years and revered to the extreme!
How dare a seemingly ordinary young man of unknown origin publicly order the Nascent Soul Ancestor to commit suicide as an apology?
The withered wood Taoist was taken aback at first, then his anger flared, and he laughed in a fit of rage. His aged laughter, carrying a chilling killing intent, shook the clouds and mist: "Fine! What an arrogant and ignorant brat! Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish!"
Before he finished speaking, his hands flew up and formed hand seals. As his ten fingers moved, the complex and obscure ancient incantation was instantly formed. His body was filled with a burst of blue light, which shot straight into the sky!
"Ten Thousand Swords Converge! Kill!"
With a furious roar, dozens of stone pillars surrounding the plaza simultaneously lit up with a dazzling blue light, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy rose into the sky, weaving into a vast net of swords.
All the Kunlun disciples standing on the stone pillars drew their long swords and poured all their life's essence into the formation without reservation.
In an instant, thousands of azure sword energies condensed and piled up in mid-air, densely hovering above Lu Yuan's head. Each sword energy exuded a sharpness capable of cutting through metal and stone and tearing apart all things. The powerful sword intent directly tore through the surrounding space, leaving behind fine, dark spatial cracks that were terrifying.
This is a deadly formation passed down for thousands of years in Kunlun, capable of instantly killing dozens of Golden Core cultivators and flattening a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain!
"fall!"
The withered, thin fingers of the withered Taoist suddenly pressed down!
The rain of swords fell like a cascading Milky Way, as if the heavens were collapsing, carrying an immense power capable of destroying everything. It crushed down on the tiny figure below, sealing off all escape routes!
Faced with this devastating attack, Lu Yuan remained calm and composed, hands in his pockets, his posture upright, without even the slightest thought of dodging.