Chapter 50: Exchange (4)

  "He is Lü Song! I've heard Master mention it many times, our Hengyue Sect's first genius in a hundred years, Xuan Dao Zong will definitely lose this time!"

  "Brother Wu, come on! We look up to you as a role model!"

  Hengyue Sect's inner disciples, one by one, excitedly cheered up, the previous two losses made them regain their confidence at this moment. Some female disciples even looked like they were infatuated, immediately having a crush on Lü Song.

  Huang Longzi also had a smile on his face and secretly thought that Lü Song's appearance this time would surely lead to victory!

  Wang Zhuo gave Lü Song a jealous glance and snorted softly.

  The numerous disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect also had looks of shock on their faces, for Lu Sheng's reputation was like thunder in their ears. Twenty years ago, he had emerged suddenly during an exchange and although he ultimately lost, he left a deep impression on the elder of the Xuan Dao Sect.

  Ou Yang's elderly face slightly sank, saying: "Xu Mu, I permit you to undo the seal of your ancestors, bring out your true standard!"

  Xu Mu's expression was serious, and he opened his shirt, revealing a dark yellow paper talisman stuck to his chest.

  The seniors of the Hengyue Sect were taken aback one after another, and after carefully looking at the paper talisman, they all showed a shocked expression.

  "Ouyang Daoyou, this paper charm..." Huang Long Zhenren's face changed color.

  Ou Yang's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Huang Long Zhen Ren, there is something I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify. Today's exchange, if my Xuan Dao Sect wins, in addition to the previous conditions, we will add one more - this Heng Yue Peak must be lent to my Xuan Dao Sect for 500 years!"

  Everyone's face changed, Huang Long Zhenren narrowed his eyes and said: "Ou Yang Dao friend, are you joking?"

  Ou Yang shook his head and said, "Huang Long Daoist friend, you also saw the paper charm. The spiritual power on it cannot be created by a Yuan Ying period ancestor. To tell the truth, my Xuan Dao Sect has an ancestor who returned from the battlefield outside the fourth-level cultivation country... He brought back news that several ancestors of your Heng Yue Sect have all died."

  Huang Long's expression changed, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Ou Yang Dao friend, don't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame Heng Yue Sect for not being polite!"

  Ou Yang's elderly man smiled slightly and said: "My Xuan Dao Sect is indeed looking at the past friendship, so I didn't *, but gave Heng Yue Pai a favor. This time, if Heng Yue Pai wins, then this matter will pass. My words have been passed on, Huang Long Dao friend, continue to try!"

  Disciples within the Hengyue faction, each and every one of them looked bewildered, but they all felt as if a huge boulder was weighing down on their hearts. The sky seemed to have darkened in that instant.

  Wang Lin was shocked in his heart and secretly thought that what Situ Nan said was indeed true, the Xiu Zhen realm was indeed divided into levels based on national divisions.

  Sun Dazhu's face turned pale, his eyes were dull, and he muttered to himself: "It's over, it's over, the ancestors are all dead. Before, the Hengyue Sect could still rely on the fact that the ancestors were outside to intimidate other sects a bit, barely able to stand firm. But now...it's over! Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that 500 years ago, the fourth-level True Immortal country of Qinglong Daguang withdrew all the Yuan Ying period ancestors from Zhao Guo in order to compete for the domain outside, the Hengyue Sect wouldn't have ended up like this."

  Huang Long Zhenren looked around at his fellow disciples and the inner sect disciples, all of whom were pale with anxiety. He suppressed the unease in his heart and shouted loudly: "All disciples of the Hengyue Sect, do not panic! The truth or falsehood of this matter will be determined by the elder of the inner sect who has reached the stage of forming elixirs. What are you all panicking about? Lv Song, continue with the trial!"

  Lü Song on the stone platform was also startled by Old Man Ouyang's words, and now he tightened his mind, opened his mouth and spat out a purple awn. As soon as the awn came out, it immediately swelled up and transformed into a large black awn-like hand that flashed with light, reaching towards Xu Mu to grab him.

  Xu Mu's expression changed slightly, and without saying a word, he slapped his storage bag, shooting out six golden balls that flew towards him. Lü Song sneered coldly, his right hand secretly forming a seal, and with a sudden swing of his arm, a strong gust of wind burst forth, causing the six golden balls to tremble slightly and deviate from their trajectory.

  This strange wind caused the spiritual energy inside Xu Mu's body to become disordered and scattered. His complexion changed greatly, and he shouted: "Explode!"

  Six golden orbs exploded simultaneously, a ring-shaped wave burst out, blowing the surrounding onlookers back in succession.

  Lü Sōng let out a cold snort and sneered, "A trivial skill!" In mid-air, his large hand clenched into a fist, disregarding the explosion of the golden light ball, his speed unabated, he swiftly smashed down.

  Xu Mu's face was pale, his eyes fixed on the strange hand that was about to press down on him. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly a object floated out of his storage bag. It was a yellow paper that looked ordinary and unremarkable. Xu Mu bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of bloody mist.

  The blood in mid-air rapidly transformed into a fog-like substance, condensing together like a blood dragon. Xu Mu's eyes didn't blink once as his right hand pinched a spell seal and his mouth chanted incantations. The blood dragon twisted, its tail connecting to its head, forming a strange pattern that was suddenly imprinted onto the yellow paper!

  That yellow paper suddenly shot out a dazzling light, like a small sun, and the fist that fell in mid-air disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Wang Lin's heart moved as he saw this, and he also had a paper talisman in his storage bag!

  "It's actually a Lingbao!" Lü Sōng furrowed his brow, and with a flick of his large sleeve, two white dragons shot out, circling rapidly in mid-air before striking Xu Mu with the speed of lightning.

  Xu Mu let out a miserable laugh, at this time all his energy was focused on resisting the giant fist of his opponent in mid-air, and he had no power to resist these two flying swords that had transformed into white dragons.

  Just as the two white dragons had revealed their ferocious giant mouths, at this critical moment, a cold hum suddenly came from among the Xuan Dao Sect disciples.

  Right after that, a black long rainbow suddenly shot out from the Xuan Dao Zong disciple, easily wrapping around the two white dragons and making a creaking sound as if it couldn't withstand the weight. The white dragons quickly shrunk down and finally turned into two small silver swords. With a forceful contraction of the black long rainbow, the two flying swords suddenly snapped in half with a "pa" sound and fell onto the stone platform.

  Lü Sōng's face changed in an instant, his flying sword that was connected to his mind was destroyed, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood, revealing a look of horror. The large hand that was pressing down on Xǔ Mù's head also dissipated into thin air due to the damage to Lü Sōng's mind.

  Xu Mu narrowly escaped, hastily grabbed the yellow paper and quickly retreated, a look of relief flashing across his face. Lü Song walked down from the stone platform with a gloomy expression at this time.

  Huang Long's face sank, and he shouted: "Xuan Dao Sect, don't be too presumptuous!" The several fellow disciples beside him also glared with anger, some of whom had already taken out their personal treasures, and it seemed that a single disagreement would lead to a fierce battle!

  The inner disciples also saw the way at this time, and they all showed a look of anger. The other two purple-robed disciples had a serious face, their eyes looking towards the middle-aged man standing behind Xuan Dao Sect.

  The cold snort just now was exactly what he let out.

  Ouyang's old man turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, shaking his head and sighing: "This third game, your Hengyue faction won, as for what happened just now, I..."

  "Ouyang old man, stop spouting nonsense! The Hengyue Sect is nothing but this!" The middle-aged man standing at the back walked out with an arrogant expression. As soon as his foot stepped down, the ground emitted a cracking sound, and a thin, long crack appeared from under his feet, spreading to the edge of the stone platform.