Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Wen had not expected that this s.p.a.ce would cooperate with him so well. If it wasn't for this s.p.a.ce suppressing Bu Xingyi's cultivation and limiting the usage of all immortal cultivator items, fighting a Martial Arts Grandmaster would certainly not have ended well for him.
Instead, Mo Wen had been to attack the Martial Arts Grandmaster so effectively that Bu Xingyi was now only able to cough up blood.
"Sect Grand Elder." A few people rushed towards them from the distance, stirring up a gale. In an instant, they appeared beside Bu Xingyi.
They were ancient martial art pract.i.tioners dressed in red robes. The robes were embroidered with the emblem of the sun and the moon. Based on the emblem, they were members of the Ming Temple.
A total of four people from the Ming Temple had arrived on the scene. Three were elders and one was a youth. Aside from the youth, the other three were all pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioners.
Mo Wen knew the youth. He was none other than Hou Jingfeng. Not long ago, they had parted ways at the Lotus Lake. Now, they had encountered each other once again.
After the Ming Temple's ancient martial art pract.i.tioners appeared, they immediately searched for their fellow members. In a short while, Hou Jingfeng and the three Ming Temple elders were gathered together.
"Sect Grand Elder, you…what happened to you?" an elder with a ruthless expression and piercing gaze asked cautiously as he walked towards Bu Xingyi. Anyone could tell that Bu Xingyi was in a foul mood now. His state of mind was terrible.
The Ming Temple ancient martial art pract.i.tioners had never seen their Sect Grand Elder look so pathetic.
Hou Jingfeng stood to one side with a nervous expression, not daring to speak. No one dared to offend Bu Xingyi who, as a Sect Grand Elder, had considerable authority in the sect.
However, as soon as Hou Jingfeng noticed Mo Wen, he subconsciously realized that the Sect Grand Elder's pathetic state was something to do with Mo Wen. Although such a state of affairs was somewhat unbelievable, Hou Jingfeng's intuition was sharp and he was sure he was right.
"Kill him! Kill this b*st*rd! All of you, go and kill him." Bu Xingyi shook off the hand of the Ming Temple elder. He pointed a finger at Mo Wen and spoke hysterically. If he did not cut Mo Wen to pieces and grind his bones to dust right now, he would have lost face entirely and would no longer be able to dwell in the world of ancient martial arts pract.i.tioners.
The other Ming Temple ancient martial art pract.i.tioners glanced at each other, and then frantically looked at Mo Wen.
Hou Jingfeng was also shocked. He discovered that his intuition was actually spot on.
"All of you, go and kill this miscreant. I will reward you handsomely."
The group charged towards Mo Wen. They could not go against the order of the Sect Grand Elder. They were also greatly motivated by the promise of a reward.
They thought it would be an easy task to defeat a mere junior. Even if they could only utilize intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation, it would not be a problem.
The Ming Temple's ancient martial art pract.i.tioners had never paid heed to rules and reason, even less so to demeanor. With the incentive of the Sect Grand Elder's handsome reward, the three elders with the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm cultivation simultaneously charged towards Mo Wen.
"As expected, the Ming Temple's ancient martial art pract.i.tioners are shameless. After defeating the old, the young ones come out. Could it be that your Ming Temple has run out of people?" Mo Wen laughed softly, glancing disdainfully at the group from the Ming Temple.
Since this s.p.a.ce limited them to intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation as well as making immortal cultivator items unusable, these Ming Temple ancient martial art pract.i.tioners did not have any advantage worth mentioning. Usually, the advantage of large sects was in their heritage and the resources that they had. Mo Wen believed that these Ming Temple ancient martial art pract.i.tioners would each have quite a few immortal cultivator treasures. Under normal circ.u.mstances, they would be a frightening power. But here, their treasures were clearly all useless, unable to function at all.
The other ancient martial art pract.i.tioners in the area, seeing the Ming Temple ancient martial art pract.i.tioners gathering together, frantically stepped back, not wanting to take part in such a battle.
Mo Wen's statement about defeating the old and the young ones coming out caused quite a few people to laugh uncontrollably. This statement of Mo Wen was obviously mocking Bu Xingyi.
The three figures arrived in the blink of an eye, instantly surrounding Mo Wen.
Mo Wen coldly laughed and began to fight the three Ming Temple elders. Although the three elders viewed themselves highly, they attacked with no ambiguity. Each attack was vicious, with no consideration paid to the difference in their ages.
A light flashed in Hou Jingfeng's eyes. After taking a deep breath, his silhouette flickered as he also joined the battlefield.
He knew that Mo Wen was very powerful, but with three elders present, he was not afraid of Mo Wen at all. If he did not take this opportunity to perform well, when would he get another chance?
Mo Wen faced the four ancient martial art pract.i.tioners' encirclement alone, the pressure on him surging. If they were just ordinary pract.i.tioners at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir, they would not pose much of a threat to Mo Wen. But of these four, three were strong pract.i.tioners with the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm cultivation. Their martial arts teachings attainments and combat experience was not something ordinary ancient martial art pract.i.tioners could compare with. Even Hou Jingfeng was an absolute genius renowned in the Four Great Mystery Dimensions.
If he did not unleash the three Glory techniques, Mo Wen could not hope for a better outcome than a draw.
Jin Ying gazed on the battle with anger, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng. "As expected, the Ming Temple's ancient martial art pract.i.tioners are shameless." She gritted her teeth and joined the battlefield. She could not stand watching four people surrounding Mo Wen, and three of them being seniors at that.
Jin Ying took a bamboo tube from her clothes. With a slap from her palm, a firework shot up to the sky, becoming a golden image of a dragon. It lingered in the sky as it flickered. It could even be seen from very far away.
"Little girl Jin, could it be that you seek death?" Bu Xingyi's face was sullen. He moved to block Jin Ying. He had no intention of allowing other people to disturb interfere with the encirclement around Mo Wen. He had not expected that at this moment, this maiden from the Golden Dragon Sect would step out to ruin things for him. He was not too bothered about her, but the signal that she had just sent out was obviously to gather the members of the Golden Dragon Sect.
"Senior Bu Xingyi, as a senior, you shouldn't be bullying a junior, should you?" Jin Ying said coldly. Bu Xingyi clearly had no honor.
"You are making enemies for Golden Dragon Sect. Destroying your Golden Dragon Sect would be an easy task for the Ming Temple. If you know what is good for you, you will quickly stand down."
A brat from the Golden Dragon Sect actually dared to talk to him like that. Right now, Bu Xingyi's gaze was enough to murder people. If he had Martial Arts Grandmaster cultivation now, he would certainly kill the callow brat before him with a palm strike.
"Who wants to destroy my Golden Dragon Sect? Old thing from the Ming Temple, is it just you?" An old voice sounded, followed by a golden light shooting over from afar. In a short while, the owner of the voice appeared on the battlefield.
The person was wearing grey robes and was a very old woman. She was none other than the sect leader of Golden Dragon Sect, Granny Jin Hua.
Granny Jin Hua's figure was tall and her body was full of vigor. Once she appeared, she emanated an astonis.h.i.+ng aura, suppressing the power of Bu Xingyi even further.
Based on cultivation, Granny Jin Hua was clearly much stronger than Bu Xingyi. Her power was comparable to that of Gao Hanshan.
"Granny Jin Hua, do you truly wish to make an enemy of my Ming Temple? Our two sects have never had grudges with each other. For this b*st*rd, is it worth it?"
Bu Xingyi had not expected that Granny Jin Hua would come so quickly. She had obviously overheard what he had said.
"Old Man Bu, Golden Dragon Sect has never feared anyone. Why are you using the Ming Temple to threaten my Golden Dragon Sect? I would like to see how your Ming Temple is going to destroy our Golden Dragon Sect."
The Ming Temple was indeed very powerful. In the Four Great Mystery Dimensions, everyone knew about its power. This sect was full of experts. They had at least five people who were all at the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. It was possible that they even had more.
In the Floating Mystery Dimension, the Ming Temple could be considered the number one faction.
But the Golden Dragon Sect was in the Sirius Mystery Dimension, not the Floating Mystery Dimension. No matter how powerful the Ming Temple was, they would not things their own way in the Sirius Mystery Dimension.
Granny Jin Hua was truly not afraid of what the Ming Temple would do to the Golden Dragon Sect. If the battlefield was in the Sirius Mystery Dimension, the Golden Dragon Sect was not afraid of his Ming Temple.
From a distance, a few beams of golden light flashed down. In a short while, more Golden Dragon Sect ancient martial art pract.i.tioners had rushed over.
"You all, help our little friend Mo Wen get out of his entrapment." Granny Jin Hua waved her hand, and the Golden Dragon Sect pract.i.tioners frantically joined the battle, fighting the Ming Temple's ancient martial art pract.i.tioners. There were six Golden Dragon Sect ancient martial art pract.i.tioners, but right now only three had stepped out. They each blocked one of the three Ming Temple elders surrounding Mo Wen.
Mo Wen gave the few Golden Dragon Sect ancient martial art pract.i.tioners an astonished glance. He did not say anything. He suspected that Golden Dragon Sect was helping him to try and rope him into their sect.
The three Ming Temple elders were all blocked by the Golden Dragon Sect ancient martial art pract.i.tioners. Mo Wen turned and looked at Hou Jingfeng. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. With a flash of his silhouette, he appeared before Hou Jingfeng.
Hou Jingfeng's expression changed slightly. What had been a situation where Mo Wen was surrounded had now become a one-on-one. The fact that the four of them had surrounded Mo Wen and had been unable to take him made Hou Jingfeng even more shocked at Mo Wen's ability.
Furthermore, no one had expected that the Golden Dragon Sect would not be concerned about offending the Ming Temple and would come forth to aid Mo Wen.
"Both of us are youths. I want to see how capable a genius like you is."
"Bring it on," Mo Wen said as he looked nonchalantly at Hou Jingfeng. He stood with his hands behind his back, bearing a look of ease.
Earlier, Hou Jingfeng had entrapped Mo Wen in the central square of the city. He had forced Mo Wen to use the Black Gold Puppet to deal with the Dark Night Monstrous Wolf. There was no reason for Mo Wen to turn down this chance to get revenge.
"Mo Wen, don't think that you are so amazing. Before this, I was afraid of you because of that treasure of yours. Now, we can't use any treasures at all. Do you still believe that you can win against me?" Hou Jingfeng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His speech had shown Mo Wen that he was not feeling too confident.
"Right now, you too can only unleash intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm Inner Qi. I want to see, when our cultivations are the same, whether you can take one of my punches," Mo Wen said.
"You talk big!" Hou Jingfeng had not expected that Mo Wen would be so arrogant. He indeed was not confident that he could defeat Mo Wen, but he would not be so weak as to be unable to take one of Mo Wen's punches.
"Oh? If you can take one of my attacks, we will consider it your win, how about that?" Mo Wen softly laughed. Even Bu Xingyi could not withstand the force of a strike from Mo Wen, let alone Hou Jingfeng. Hou Jingfeng had not seen the battle between Mo Wen and Bu Xingyi. If he had, it was hard to say whether or not he would have the confidence that he had right now.
