Chapter Three: Yang Yun, Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect



Ye Mujiu looked at the old man, his face turning almost instantly pale.

"Yang Yun, the Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect..."

The newcomer was none other than Yang Yun, the renowned sect leader of the Xuantian Sect and the mastermind behind the destruction of Zhongzhou.

He is also one of the top experts in the Desolate Heaven Domain.

saint.

An entity that can summon wind and rain, and move mountains and fill seas.

This is truly a case of a saint's wrath causing millions to die and blood to flow for thousands of miles.

This Xuantian Sect Master may appear harmless, but he is actually ruthless and vicious.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Wait for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to your prey.

As the saying goes, enemies are bound to be extremely hostile when they meet, but Zhou Mu remained remarkably calm at this moment.

Having his trump card, he spoke with great confidence.

His lips curled into a sneer.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

Yang Yun chuckled softly, his dim eyes scanning Zhou Mu, then brightening when his gaze shifted to Ye Mujiu behind him.

He narrowed his eyes, chuckled a few times, and said, "Little girl, you're getting more and more beautiful. The first time I saw you, I knew you had the looks of a celestial being, and that your beauty would be no less than that of the most beautiful woman in the Desolate Heaven Domain. Now it seems that my words were indeed true."

Ye Mujiu shrank back and hid behind Zhou Mu.

As a man, Zhou Mu naturally understood Yang Yun's meaning. At this moment, his smile became more playful, and he looked at the latter with considerable curiosity.

Although men, whether they are 28 or 88, all like 18-year-old girls.

But Yang Yun was so old that he was practically buried up to his neck. If it weren't for his saintly cultivation, he would probably be dead by now. Could it be that the old man still has that kind of ability at this age?

Seeing Zhou Mu's almost blatant gaze, Yang Yun just sneered a few times and said, "My bastard son is not young anymore, and he has not yet left any offspring. I suppose ordinary women cannot catch his eye."

Yang Yun's gaze fell on Ye Mujiu, and he continued, "With Xiao Mujiu's beauty, even my withered heart has been stirred with a bit of passion, let alone that boy. I just don't know if Xiao Mujiu is willing?"

His dim eyes gleamed with a light as sharp as a venomous snake.

"I don't want to."

It was Zhou Mu who spoke.

At this moment, his face turned icy cold, and the curve of his lips also turned cold.

Yang Yun smiled faintly and said, "So much time has passed, does my nephew still hold a grudge against me? If this marriage goes through, Ye Qing can perhaps die with a smile on his face."

He spoke the four words "smiling in the netherworld" with particular emphasis.

"You have the nerve to mention your godfather? Bah! You heartless bastard! Even if you raised a dog, you'd develop feelings for it over the years. But you're not even as good as a dog."

Zhou Mu cursed loudly.

His face flushed with anger.

He was genuinely angry and felt sorry for Ye Qing.

After all, Ye Qing had always treated Yang Yun like a brother, imparting all his knowledge to him. Who knew he would raise such an ungrateful wretch?

Anyone would feel good in that situation.

Perhaps Ye Qing died with his eyes open.

Yang Yun was not annoyed by Zhou Mu's curses.

The two white-robed men beside him changed their expressions slightly, their bodies already covered in spiritual energy. Just as they were about to step forward to deal with Zhou Mu, Yang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "Well said. However, the victor is king and the loser is villain. If I cared about the opinions of outsiders, the Xuan Tian Sect would not be what it is today."

At this point, Yang Yun paused, and slowly extended his hand, which was as thin as a withered branch. "Hand over the Six-Child Upper Armor Diagram, and I will forgive your rudeness this time. In return, this mountain can also serve as your place to eke out a living."

With each sentence he spoke, Yang Yun took a slow step forward.

The pressure emanating from him became even stronger.

He wanted to use this as a threat.

Two men in white robes followed behind, walking slowly.

A slight buzzing sound would be heard with each step.

Wherever the foot landed, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the hard ground.

Zhou Mu remained expressionless in response.

He shielded Ye Mujiu completely behind him, exhaled a heavy breath, and said with a solemn expression, "If you want the Six Sons to be on the First Rank, you'll have to step over my dead body."

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about Xiao Ye. She's so young. I can't bear to see her die with you."

Yang Yun smiled deeply.

At this moment, Ye Mujiu poked her head out, her cute smile turned into a frown, and she said fiercely, "The Six-Child Top-Rank Painting is my father's life's work. Even if I die, I will not give it to you."

Hearing Ye Mujiu's answer, Yang Yun wasn't surprised. He sighed with some regret, "What a pity, such a good prospect..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black light suddenly flashed in Yang Yun's sunken eye sockets, and violent spiritual power rose out of thin air from him, enveloping his body in a vast sea of ​​spiritual power.

Like a deity from the heavens.

The dark blue robe remained completely still.

The violent spiritual energy tore at the surrounding space, so much so that a terrifying void appeared around it.

He chuckled a few times, his dark eyes fixed on Zhou Mu. "Nephew, since you are so stubborn, don't blame your uncle for being ruthless."

The next instant, Yang Yun suddenly stretched out his palm.

The vast spiritual power, like a waterfall, locked onto Zhou Mu from afar, pouring down in a torrent that blotted out the sky, as if the entire world was under its grasp.

The entire world was merely a plaything in his hands.

Saints and powerful beings are truly terrifying.

Under such immense pressure, no one could muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

A massive palm of spiritual energy enveloped the entire sky, making Zhou Mu and Ye Mujiu appear extremely small.

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