บท 133: Who dares to object to me?
Everyone watched as Wu Ming's overwhelming and unstoppable force quickly dismantled the combined efforts of Lu Qing and the Grandmasters, with his power undiminished, about to crush them to dust.
But in the blink of an eye, the situation drastically changed. The attack from Wu Ming was cut off by a sword light from beyond the sky, sending Wu Ming flying, vomiting blood, and severely injured.
Everyone was stunned. Wu Ming had reached the pinnacle of Martial Venerable. What kind of power could seriously injure him with one strike? Not even an ordinary Martial King could achieve that!
Following the domineering voice, everyone looked up!
In mid-air stood a figure dressed in white, quietly floating above. Bathed in sunlight, his appearance was unclear, but he seemed like a god, overwhelming all who gazed upon him!
Lu Qing and the others, having survived a near-death experience, were overjoyed! The sect's reinforcements had finally arrived!
They knelt before the figure in the sky, exclaiming, "Greetings, Deputy Sect Master!"
The Deputy Sect Master! The Yuan Sword Sect had only one Deputy Sect Master, Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng!
The one who injured Wu Ming with a single strike was indeed Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng! It made sense; only a Martial Emperor could possess such power.
Qin Wufeng remained suspended in the air, his robes fluttering in the breeze.
"Who killed my Yuan Sword Sect's eight disciples?" His voice was devoid of emotion, and his cold gaze swept over the crowd, as if looking at a nest of ants. Finally, his gaze settled on Mo Qingkuang and Chen Kong.
His murky eyes suddenly contracted!
With his keen eyesight, it was easy to discern the special constitutions of Mo Qingkuang and Chen Kong.
Spirit bodies! Two spirit bodies appearing simultaneously among the Imperial Academy's disciples!
He remembered Chen Kong, who had only average roots between heavenly and earthly grades. To think, after a period of absence, he had become an Earth Spirit Body!
Mo Qingkuang was even more memorable! The first time he saw Mo Qingkuang was the most humiliating day of his life!
Easily subdued by Her Majesty the Empress, forced to kneel and salute, the dignity of a Martial Emperor crushed to the ground!
And Mo Qingkuang was the one who defeated Lin Yang in front of him, seizing the martial examination top spot, and disrupting the Yuan Sword Sect's plans.
After returning to the sect, it was he who personally issued the order to eliminate the Mo family.
He remembered clearly that Mo Qingkuang only had an earth grade roots, only winning against Lin Yang by luck and scheming, not worth worrying about in the long run.
But he hadn't expected that upon meeting again, Mo Qingkuang had leapt to become a Wind Spirit Body!
What kind of encounter or fortune was this?
Could it be that Tianxuan's fate wasn't meant to end, allowing such a monstrous talent to emerge?
Upon hearing Qin Wufeng's question, Lu Qing quickly responded, "It was him! Mo Qingkuang killed our sect's eight disciples in the Fallen Leaf King Tomb!"
Qin Wufeng snorted coldly, "Useless! Ten against one, and still eight dead! And on top of that, he's unscathed! How did the Yuan Sword Sect raise such useless disciples?"
Lu Qing suddenly grunted in pain, as if struck by a great force, flipping over and landing on the ground, utterly embarrassed.
Qin Wufeng slowly descended, his sharp gaze sweeping over the Yuan Sword Sect camp. The disciples of the Yuan Sword Sect trembled like frightened quails.
His gaze landed on Lin Yang, "You lost again."
Lin Yang and Chu Yanran were watching from not far away, and Qin Wufeng's words left Lin Yang feeling deeply ashamed.
Yes, he had lost to Mo Qingkuang multiple times, far from the boastful claims he had made to Qin Wufeng.
But before Lin Yang could speak, Qin Wufeng turned back, "However, our Yuan Sword Sect's disciples can't die in vain! Whoever killed them, comes with me to the Yuan Sword Sect to atone."
He knew it wasn't the time to discipline his disciples. The priority was to take Mo Qingkuang away, hoping the Imperial Academy would resist, giving him a chance to kill both Chen Kong and Mo Qingkuang, eliminating future threats.
His gaze locked onto Mo Qingkuang, who felt as if a sharp sword was hanging above his brow, ready to slice him in two at any moment with the slightest movement.
At this moment, Mo Qingkuang's blood seemed to freeze, and even his heartbeat seemed to forget to beat.
This was the first time Mo Qingkuang experienced the pressure of a Martial Emperor. It felt as though the Grim Reaper stood before him.
"I'm taking him." Qin Wufeng slowly stepped forward, leisurely walking toward the Imperial Academy's group, heading straight for Mo Qingkuang.
Wu Ming struggled to get up, blood continuously spilling from his mouth. With great difficulty, he said, "Swo... Sword Emperor, this is... this is Central Province!"
Qin Wufeng had not attacked with full force earlier, but it was still more than Wu Ming could bear. The sword energy rampaged within him; if it weren't for his strange and formidable cultivation method, he would have already perished.
He was barely holding himself upright, trying to invoke the authority of the Tianxuan Empire to deter Qin Wufeng.
He hadn't expected that the Yuan Sword Sect's reinforcements would arrive so quickly from the far west of Central Province, nor that it would be Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng himself!
What he hadn't anticipated even more was that the Yuan Sword Sect would be so audacious as to demand someone from the Imperial Academy in Central Province!
Had he known this, he would have requested reinforcements from the capital in advance and even ordered the army at Zhenxi Pass to surround the Zhenyu Mountains last night!
But now, it was too late.
Seeing Wu Ming barely holding on, Qin Wufeng smirked disdainfully, "Central Province? So what?"
With a casual wave of his hand, he sent Wu Ming flying again. Wu Ming was thrown over ten feet away and did not get up this time.
Next, Qin Wufeng narrowed his eyes, and the few Grandmasters from the Imperial Academy who intended to intervene found themselves immobilized.
The crowd fell silent, shivering in fear. The terror of the Sword Emperor's might was overwhelming!
They knew clearly that if Qin Wufeng wished, he could easily destroy everything here by himself!
Including the Fallen Leaf King's tomb!
After all, when the Fallen Leaf King was alive, he was only a Martial King.
While everyone was too scared to speak, Yuan Kuang braced himself and stood out. "Sword Emperor, please reconsider!"
He was from the Tiandao Sect, which had long-standing enmity with the Yuan Sword Sect, but outwardly, the four major sects still stood united.
From their perspective, 'external' meant the Imperial Court.
The current Tianxuan Empire nominally still governed the four major sects, even if only on the surface.
But until they were ready to completely break ties, they couldn't push the Tianxuan Imperial Court too far.
Without the means to counter the Empress, it was unwise to break with Central Province.
Qin Wufeng didn't even glance at Yuan Kuang. This old man, of the same generation, was much weaker than him.
"This is none of your business." With a flick of his hand, Yuan Kuang, a dignified Martial Venerable, collapsed to the ground as if his bones were extracted.
Qin Wufeng took step after step towards Mo Qingkuang. "I'm taking him. Who dares to object to me?"
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