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Seeing his expression.
Jian Chen resolutely said:
As the old saying goes, "When the teacher has a task, the disciple will serve in return."
"Although my cultivation is lacking, I am not one to cling to life!"
"I earnestly request that you take me with you, Master!!"
His expression was extremely resolute.
"Foolish child..."
The nameless man let out a long sigh.
His expression was complex and difficult to decipher.
Looking at his apprentice's determined eyes.
She knew that even if she refused, he would secretly follow her.
Finally, he nodded slightly.
Seeing the joy on the other person's face, he suddenly struck out, turning his palm into a knife and slashing heavily at the back of the neck.
Supporting the unconscious man, he sighed softly, "This journey is extremely dangerous. You should stay here and rest for a few days."
After settling in, he picked up a pen, wrote a letter, placed it on the table, and then his figure vanished into thin air.
......
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Great Yuan Imperial City, Wuming, who had rushed there, casually found an inn to rest. After he finished recuperating, he closed his eyes and focused his mind, using the senses of the Heavenly Sword Path to search for Po Jun's whereabouts.
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He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning!
"Found it!"
He suddenly stood up and rushed straight towards Po Jun's residence.
At the same moment, Po Jun, who was in seclusion meditating, suddenly felt a sense of unease. He looked around in confusion and muttered to himself, "Strange, why did I feel like I was being watched just now? Could it be a hallucination caused by cultivating for too long?"
Just as he was about to continue comprehending the true essence of swordsmanship bestowed by Heaven, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura rapidly approaching. Po Jun abruptly stood up, his face a mixture of solemnity and excitement.
"Where is Po Jun?!"
A thunderous shout reverberated through the heavens, and the accompanying terrifying pressure caused all living beings within a hundred miles to tremble. In the biting cold, countless people's blood nearly froze, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
"Heavens! Who is this person? How dare they cause trouble in the Great Yuan Imperial City? Are they tired of living?!"
"That's terrifying! Just a wisp of its aura is enough to make it hard for me to breathe; this strength is simply heaven-defying!"
"Is this the power of a top-tier expert? I feel like he wouldn't even need to lift a finger; a single glance from him could obliterate me!"
"Po Jun? The ruthless figure ranked 34th on the Kyushu Power Ranking? Judging from his tone, could he be here for revenge?"
"Revenge? Wait... Could it be that the legendary martial arts master from Yunzhou—Nameless?!"
"Even a mythical figure like him, acting so arrogantly in the imperial city, isn't he afraid of angering the Emperor?!"
......
The martial artists who noticed the commotion began to murmur amongst themselves, gazing up at the sky, eager to witness the spectacle of the martial arts legend. Those with weaker cultivation turned pale and silently retreated a great distance, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.
"Great Khan, the Nameless One has arrived. Should we take action?" The Joyful Monk sensed the terrifying aura and asked in a deep voice.
"You may all go together." Temujin tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, "But don't rush to interfere. First, observe Po Jun's abilities." He added meaningfully, "The Great Yuan does not tolerate idlers."
"Yes, sir!" A dark glint flashed in the eyes of the joyful monk, who bowed and withdrew.
"You've finally arrived!"
"I've been waiting for you for far too long!"
With a thunderous roar, Po Jun smashed through the stone door of the secret chamber and soared into the air, confronting Wuming across the void. Old grudges surged into his heart, and his eyes blazed with jealousy. The pressure of his peak Celestial Realm cultivation swept out like a tsunami!
The murderous intent was overwhelming and suffocating.
The immense pressure was like a mountain collapsing, causing the void to tremble.
In an instant, the weather changed drastically, and a fierce wind howled!
What terrifying pressure!
The onlookers were horrified and couldn't help but gasp.
His eyes were filled with awe and longing.
"Xiaoyu...did you really kill her?"
Wuming exhaled deeply, staring at him with a cold gaze.
Perhaps it was out of consideration for the old friendship with their master, or perhaps it was due to their inherently compassionate nature.
Even so, he still clung to a sliver of hope—
I hope the other party will deny all of this.
However, Po Jun merely gave a sinister smile and licked the corner of his mouth.
"I not only killed her, but I also made her suffer terribly before she died!"
"The feeling... hehe, you can't even imagine!"
He made no attempt to hide it, instead raising his voice as if afraid the world wouldn't hear him.
His tone was full of smugness and ferocity!
In an instant, the martial artists who had been silently watching the battle erupted in an uproar.
Everyone looked at Wuming in astonishment, their eyes filled with pity and sympathy.
Some people even showed amused smiles, as if they had figured something out.
Even with his calm and collected nature, he knew that this was a deliberate provocation from the other party.
Even now, he couldn't contain his raging anger!
His once calm gaze was instantly overwhelmed by boundless killing intent.
"good very good!"
"Haven't you always wanted to fight me?"
"Today, I will grant your wish!"
"At the same time—you will have to pay for this in blood!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move!
Wuming stared at him with frosty eyes, his power suddenly surging to its peak.
In an instant, the sky trembled!
An overwhelming and earth-shaking pressure erupted from Wuming's body, like a raging sea, sweeping towards Pojun with devastating force.
Without a sound, an invisible force erupted like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Its power seemed capable of tearing apart the heavens and shattering the earth, even instantly crushing the strange phenomena appearing in the sky into dust!
Wherever the aftershocks reached, the space rippled like water.
At the same time, a majestic sword intent, as powerful as the heavens, suddenly descended, imprisoning the entire world. The sharp sword energy seemed to cleave the void, merging with the vast power of heaven and earth, causing one's soul to tremble!
In an instant, this earth-shattering scene enveloped a thousand miles, causing tremors in all directions. Gasps of breath echoed through the void. Although Wuming deliberately concealed his power, the scattered, emanating pressure left onlookers speechless and dumbfounded!
"No...impossible!" Po Jun's pupils constricted, his face contorted as he roared, "How could you be so strong?!"
He went to great lengths, even offering his beloved to a Japanese martial artist in exchange for power, yet he was still left far behind!
Po Jun trembled violently, his old face turning deathly pale. Although he knew in the past that Wuming was slightly better, the difference was only a hair's breadth. He had always firmly believed that the two were evenly matched in talent, and the outcome depended entirely on their hard work and cultivation.
However, at this moment, the strength that Wuming revealed completely shattered his illusions!
An invisible giant hand slapped hard across my face, and a burning pain instantly spread.
"Arrogant fools, how could they possibly understand the true essence of martial arts!"
With a cold snort, Wuming raised his hand and waved it lightly, and countless transparent sword shadows suddenly appeared in the sky. The dense array of swords blotted out the sun, and each one exuded a suffocating pressure.
The temperature around us plummeted, and the air seemed to freeze.
The Brain Demon Monk, who was watching from the shadows, stared wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dislocated. The Joyful Monk and the Dragon Elephant Monk were equally shocked, especially the Dragon Elephant Monk—he clearly sensed that the Nameless One was at the same mid-stage of the Mythical Realm as himself, yet such astonishing methods far exceeded his imagination!
"Give me your life!"
Wuming suddenly swung his arm, unleashing a torrent of swords like a rainstorm, the sound of them tearing through the air deafening. Even a peak-level mythical expert wouldn't dare underestimate such an attack.
"Impossible!" Po Jun's face turned ashen, his pupils constricted. "This is not real!" The shadow of death spread wildly through his mind.
Po Jun's face was contorted as if he were insane, and he let out a hysterical roar.
He suddenly drew the weapon from his back, his face flushed red, veins bulging all over his body, and he wielded the sword wildly with all his might.
"Slay! Kill! Hahaha!"
With the sound of weapons cutting through the air, Po Jun roared incessantly, his entire being descending into utter madness.
The onlookers were stunned by what they saw.
This was completely different from the epic showdown they had envisioned—where was the earth-shattering battle they were promised? The thirty-fourth strongest warrior in Kyushu was driven mad by a single move?
Someone muttered to themselves, "I could do that too; I couldn't catch it anyway!"
Everyone couldn't help but wonder: Where would Wuming, who could make Po Jun so ineffective, rank on the Nine Provinces Ranking? How would he compare to Ximen Yu?
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Wuming stared at the disheveled Pojun, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the pain of losing his wife.
"Rest in peace," he whispered.
The nameless figure, who had been hovering in the air, suddenly rushed towards Po Jun. His raised right palm was filled with the power of the vast world and sharp sword intent, and the pressure was so strong that it seemed to freeze the surrounding space.
If this palm strike lands, Po Jun will surely die!
Even in his frenzied state, Po Jun's pupils still instinctively contracted, his whole body trembled, and his face was filled with fear. But being sealed by sword energy and with such a vast difference in strength, he couldn't even resist; he could only stare wide-eyed in despair.
This all happens in an instant.
Just as Nameless was about to succeed—
A deafening roar tore through the sky.
"stop!!!"
Three figures suddenly appeared in front of Po Jun.
The three attacked simultaneously, their palm strikes aimed at Wuming from three directions!
The void trembled violently, and a deafening roar echoed.
A powerful force surged and rippled, then swept outwards from the five people at its center!
The lingering effects of the rage continued to wreak havoc.
The clouds stretching for thousands of miles have all shattered!
The void twisted, and ripples surged.
Even though the battle took place high in the sky, the aftershocks still reached the ground.
The area within a thousand miles trembled violently.
Fortunately, this place is the capital of the Yuan Dynasty.
Many Yuan Dynasty warriors joined forces to resist and barely managed to stabilize the chaotic situation.
The surrounding buildings did not collapse.
The residual force of this attack was enough to kill countless civilian martial artists on the spot!
"Hiss! Three more powerful figures have arrived! Has the Yuan Emperor finally made his move?"
"This aura... each one is stronger than Po Jun! Senior Wuming is in danger!"