Chapter 6196: Chapter 6221: The Hard Way

Chapter 6221: The Hard Way

Other young cultivators would have heeded Willow Venerable’s warning and left.

After all, not giving face to a desolate god was courting death.

“Senior, our friend does not wish to part with this lotus. Given your prestigious reputation, I’m sure you won’t press the issue.” Orchidcore bowed and said.

“Eloquent words befallen on deaf ears. You are testing my patience because in just a bit, your lives will be forfeited here.” Willow Venerable said.

“Don’t you think this is unbecoming of someone your age and cultivation?” The princess had a fiery temperament.

The old man’s gaze became piercing and intimidating.

“So strong!” Li Xian shuddered, unable to withstand the aura. He hurriedly hid behind Li Qiye and was able to breathe again.

“Junior, this won’t go the way you like.” He threatened.

The princess didn’t want to relent and arched her chest forward: “Reason trumps all in this world. The lotus clearly has a master already yet a desolate god such as yourself does not know when to stop.” She said, arguing with logic on her side.

“You got a sharp tongue.” He snorted: “We will see if you can back it up and last a few moves. Come, I will teach you all a lesson in your seniors’ stead.”

“Decent treasure but shallow cultivation.” He patted his robe after nullifying the attack.

Orchidcore was mentally prepared for this after going all out but still took it hard. The cultivation gap was insurmountable.

“Clank!” He raised both hands and released a noble sword dao. A trigram symbol appeared beneath his feet.

Black and white lines pulsed outward and created an ocean of swords.

“Mobai Blade, you’re from the Mu.” The old man recognized the technique.

“Yes, and please don’t laugh since I’ve only learned the very basics.” Orchidcore said while commanding the blades to form a formation.

“Let’s see how much you have learned then.” The old man held a bamboo stick brimming with life and sprouting leaves.

“Taiji Soaring Blade!” The formation formed a sword-dao arrow, shooting it out in the blink of an eye.

“That’s a bit better.” The old man parried with his bamboo stick. The endless arrow of blades smashed against it to no avail.

“But know your limit.” He smiled and seized the initiative.

Once he swung his weapon, space and time along the path became sealed. This included the tsunami of blades, collapsing upon contact.