Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
Mo Wuji sneered in his heart; a mere early stage Grand Luo Immortal, he really didnât have any fear. So what if this fella had a higher cultivation than him? Only ability matters. Even though this violet robed youthâs spiritual will was indeed strong, Mo Wuji did not think that this fella was stronger than himself. Since he dared to stand here in front of this fella, it meant that he did not worry that this fella was a Grand Luo Immortal.
After he advanced into the Grand Yi Immortal Stage, Mo Wuji had really been considering searching for a Grand Luo Immortal to test his saber. This violet robed youth in front of him was the perfect target. If he could, he would have directly gotten those three people who he had blocked to escape. Regardless, he didnât want to the reason why these three people lost their lives; this was not his principle.
"Leave the flying shuttle behind, chop off one of your arms then f*ck off," The violet robed youth said coldly.
The killing intent within his eyes made it apparent that even if Mo Wuji did according to what this violet robed youth said, the other party wouldnât have let him go.
This time, Mo Wuji couldnât even be bothered to reply. His palm opened and his saver appeared. At the same time, an engulfing saber light shot outwards.
Since they were going to fight, why was there any need for chit chat?
The saber light exploded, transforming into minute sand which filled the sky. These minute sand soon condensed to form a huge desert.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Seeing Mo Wujiâs saber, this violet robed youthâs eyes squinted. Just with the strength of Mo Wujiâs saber, he knew that the Gai Guangyi trio could not compare with Mo Wuji.
The moment the saber formed this desert, the West Moat Ocean beneath their feet disappeared without a trace. In its place, was raw, boundless killing intent.
Each grain of sand within the Grand Desert was filled with killing intent, and these killing intent condensed with one another.
The violet robed youth turned serious and he burst forth with seething immortal elemtnal energy, his Grand Luo Domain flooded towards Mo Wuji like waves.
Following which, he also wielded a saber. With a single slash, the saber conjured a myriad of brilliant coloured glass which enveloped Mo Wujiâs desert.
Mo Wujiâs saber sacred art was indeed very impressive, but in this violet robed youthâs perspective, Mo Wujiâs cultivation shouldnât be as high as his. As long as his cultivation was higher, his domain would be able to suppress Mo Wujiâs domain. His coloured glass slash would tell Mo Wuji was a true Saber Dao.
"Boom!" The twoâs domains clashed with one another. This violet robed youthâs wave-like domain did not meet with a towering dam, but a black hole-like whirlpool. No matter how high his waves got, no matter how many waves his domain sent out, it would be sucked away by Mo Wujiâs whirlpool domain. Not a single drop was left behind.
The violet robed youthâs heart sunk. In that clash of domains, he already came to a realisation: Mo Wuji was definitely not weaker than him. If the others entered the fray, then he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
At this instant, since his domain had been suppressed he could only use his Saber Dao to compete with Mo Wuji.
This violet robed youth was sure that Mo Wujiâs cultivation hadnât even reached the Grand Luo Immortal Stage. A cultivator that wasnât at the Grand Luo Immortal Stage was actually able to evenly match him. If this news were to get out, then wouldnât he, Wan Ping, lose all his face?
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The myriad of coloured glass clashed against Mo Wujiâs desert of killing intent. The killing intent within the desert dissipated, but the desert continued to grow. At the same time, the radiant coloured glass also disappeared.
"Coloured Glass Strike!" The violet robed youthâs killing intent pervaded into the air. Even though he didnât manage to get even half of an upper hand in the clash of domains, he still didnât retreat, but even pounced towards Mo Wuji.
A dazzling saber light of killing intent suddenly appeared above the ocean. Within that dazzling light, there was a unique energy and saver intent. At this moment, whether it was Mo Wujiâs spiritual will, or Mo Wujiâs eyes, they were all sealed by this dazzling saber intent. He was unable to feel or sense anything else in his surroundings.
Even the three people in the distance fell into the entrancement of this dazzling light. They had never seen such beautiful light before, no, it should be, they had never seen such beautiful saber light before. It was like a pretty piece of coloured glass.
However, they soon reacted. This was no coloured glass, but an attack. The moment this Coloured Glass Strike appeared, their eyes and spiritual will wouldnât be able to see anything else but this light.
Mo Wuji was not the same as them. The moment his eyes werenât able to see anything, he simply closed them. At this moment, he hadnât even opened his spiritual eye.
Even though he knew that he would be able to see through everything the moment he opened his spiritual eye, it wasnât important to Mo Wuji at all.
The grey saber in his hand slashed out. This was his second slash: Winding River!
Back when he was battling with Jin Yiren, he wasnât able to display the full power of his second slash. But, he wasnât the same as he used to be; he was now a true Grand Yi Immortal; he was a Grand Yi Immortal who created the meridian cultivation method.
Under the violet robed youthâs Coloured Glass Strike, Mo Wujiâs Grand River finally dispersed. But at the same time, a bright silver river welcomed the violet robed youthâs coloured glass saber light.
The waters cascade down from three thousand chi above,
like the Heavenâs silver river descending from the top!
At this instant, Mo Wujiâs Winding River was that silver river descending from the Heaven. This silver riverâs radiance seemed otherworldly as it directly swallowed that dazzling coloured glass saber light.
Beautiful, moving, surging, and even a bit arrogant...
This was the first time Mo Wuji truly displayed his Winding River, but this Winding River left his heart reverberating in shock. It was more than 10 times stronger than he had expected.
Moreover, this saber was but a scant of the enlightenment that he got from that river. A superficial saber sacred art was already so powerful and grand. By the time he fully understood Winding River, he would even be able to match an Immortal King.
Perhaps it was a misconception, but this misconception left Mo Wuji filled with lofty ambitions; he started to have a grand and open ambition and courage.
If it was before this, Mo Wuji merely felt that this violet robed youth only had a higher cultivation but he might not be stronger. But now, Mo Wuji had complete confidence that he would defeat this violet robed youth. Whether this confidence matched his actual strength, Mo Wuji was currently feeling at the top of the world.
"Qiang!" It was clearly a clash of saber light, but the heavy sound of metals clashing reverberated through the air.
Even though the space was stable and wouldnât tear because of the twoâs battle, the three people spectating the battle could clearly feel the intense vibrations in the air.
"Pff!" A faint blood light exploded. The violet robed youth felt his coloured flass saber light instantly dispersed. Following which, an intense sensation of emptiness inundated him; his forehead turned cold and he hurriedly retreated backward.
Mo Wuji wasnât feeling all too good as well. His Winding River was clearly superior to his opponentâs Coloured Glass Strike by several levels, but because his cultivation level was insufficient, and his understanding of the Winding River was only at the early stages, he felt that he wasnât able to fully exhibit its power.
The Winding River clearly had some leftover power but it was unable to cause any lethal damage to the other party.
Not only that, his hand was slightly trembling. He was unable to continue with his third slash: Setting Sun.
Mo Wuji inhaled deeply; he was sure that he could continue and use his Setting Sun, this violet robed youth wouldnât be walking any further; this youth would directly perish under his slash. No, there was no need to even his use Setting Sun. If he had fully displayed his Winding River, that one slash wouldnât have merely sliced a blood trail on the violet robed youthâs forehead, but sliced the other party in half.
"Youâre very strong, but do you know who I am?" The violet robed youth was no longer as arrogant as he was previously. The faint blood trail on his forehead had already disappeared.
He knew that even if Mo Wuji wasnât as strong as him, he wouldnât be able to keep Mo Wuji here. There was no need to talk about keeping Mo Wuji here, it probably wouldnât even be possible for him to defeat Mo Wuji. That trail of blood on his forehead already made things clear. The Saber Dao of this youth in front of him was much stronger than his. If not for his higher cultivation, then he, Wan Ping, would be the one fleeing for his life.
Mo Wuji smiled faintly, but he wasnât looking at the violet robed youth, but at the grey saber in his hand.
To be honest, his saber was slightly lacking. Just now, he wasnât able to attain the upper hand was partly due to his saber. The grade of his saber was truly too low for his sacred art.
"Why havenât the three of you escaped?" Mo Wujiâs attention turned to the trio.
The middle aged man with a huge beard hurriedly went forward and bowed to Mo Wuji, "This friend has helped the three of us, if the three of us run away like that, how could we still be considered human? Even if we know that we wonât be able to offer any help, we would only leave after this friend leaves."
Even though they clearly know that they wouldnât be a match for the violet robed youth, they still said such words. This really changed Mo Wujiâs impression of them.
Seeing Mo Wuji blatantly ignore him, the violet robed youth fumed with anger. However, he was helpless as Mo Wuji had no reason to fear him. He could only suppress the fire in his heart as he said, "This immortal here is Wan Ping, Iâm from Zero Heaven Immortal Domainâs Vast Ocean Immortal School. Friend, are you sure you want to make an enemy of my Vast Ocean Immortal School?"
It would have been better if this fella didnât mention âVast Ocean Immortal Schoolâ. The moment Mo Wuji heard Vast Ocean Immortal School, his heart instantly exploded with killing intent.
He was the one who killed Vast Ocean Immortal Schoolâs Bai Chitian. Back during the Yong Ying Grand Alchemy Competition, he was pursued by Wan Fan, and he almost died in the other partyâs hands. If not for his flying shuttle, he would already have been killed by Wan Fan.
So what if they were from Vast Ocean Immortal School? If they want to kill him, Mo Wuji, they would have to pay the price.
"Friend, Vast Ocean Immortal Schoolâs Grand Elder Jin Yusheng is a late stage Immortal Emperor Expert. Also Vast Ocean Immortal Schoolâs Sect Head Wan Fan is Wan Fanâs uncle. Itâs said that he is at the Great Circle of the Immortal Reverent Stage and is about to step into the Immortal Emperor Stage." That bearded middle aged man hurriedly transmitted a message to Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji stared at Wan Ping. In his heart, he was thinking: This guy is really courting death. No matter what, he was going to kill this fella.
As he thought of this, he transmitted a message to the bearded middle-aged man, "When I take action, the three of you help me to hold this fella down. Of course, if you guys arenât willing to offend Vast Ocean Immortal Scool, then please take your leave first. I can stay here on my own."
That bearded middle-aged man chuckled, "Thereâs no need to talk about how friend is only here because of the three of us. Even if you arenât, would I, Gai Guangyi, be scared about fighting someone from the Vast Ocean Immortal School? Wu Nian, Ji Cai, we will attack together!"
As he finished saying that, he didnât even wait for Mo Wuji as he charged towards Wan Ping.
Mo Wujiâs heart was filled with appreciation; this fella was not only smart, but decisive. He clearly knew that Mo Wuji was going to kill Wan Ping so he directly charged to the front. Mo Wuji naturally wouldnât send these three people to their deaths; he directly crossed the distance between them and slashed out with his saber.