Upon hearing human voices, Daoist Wuchen was overjoyed.
"So it's four junior disciples. Have you emerged from seclusion?"
On the cloud boat stood four young men, each holding a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—the four treasures of the imperial court—and exuding an aura of great emperors.
The leader, Young Master Bi, laughed and said, "That's right, we just broke through to the Great Emperor realm and emerged from seclusion when we received an alarm from the sect and came to provide support!"
Young Master Mo brandished his calligraphy and stared at Tang Xuan, saying, "Boy, don't be so arrogant! Watch us fight you!"
Tang Xuan glanced sideways at Young Master Mo.
"You...you're not qualified!"
"What did you say……"
The Four Gentlemen of the Study were furious. They were all core disciples of the Carefree Immortal Palace, with outstanding talents and powerful cultivation.
No matter where you place it, it will enjoy the admiring gaze of thousands.
Now Tang Xuan is actually saying they're not qualified.
It's like rubbing salt into their wounds.
How can one tolerate this?
"Hmph, arrogant fool! You underestimate us! What do you think we Four Young Masters of the Study are? Killing you... is nothing more than slaughtering a dog or a chicken!"
The Paper Prince roared in anger.
With a wave of his hand, the phantom images of poems and books suddenly appeared in the void, transforming into endless mountains that crashed down fiercely towards Tang Xuan.
Tang Xuan remained indifferent, not even glancing at Paper Prince.
Just as the illusory mountain peaks were about to crash down on him, two beautiful figures shot towards him.
Boom!
Her beautiful figure pierced through the mountains, shocking everyone present.
"Who dares to be disrespectful to Master!"
"Your opponent is us!"
As the light shone down, Shi Yanrou and Murong Ting stood side by side.
The four gentlemen of the study first took a deep breath, then burst into laughter.
His eyes also became sinister and strange.
Paper Prince looked Shi Yanrou and Murong Ting up and down, his eyes gleaming with intense light.
"Little beauties, are you disciples of that heaven-defying person?"
"It's such a waste to follow him. You're still virgins, why don't you have some fun with us brothers!"
"Hahaha...that's right, the brothers will take turns, let the two beauties have some fun!"
The Fourth Young Master's words enraged Shi Yanrou and Murong Ting.
Shi Yanrou's expression darkened.
"Hmph, so these are the disciples of the Carefree Immortal Palace? They're rotten to the core. What use is such a force!"
The young master said calmly, "Women, I don't care what promises that heaven-defying person made to you, but I give you a piece of advice: there is no benefit in going against the Free and Unfettered Immortal Palace!"
Murong Ting sneered, "So what if we did the right thing! If we don't follow our master, are we supposed to follow a bunch of lecherous scoundrels like you?"
The young master smiled faintly: "That's right. Follow the four of us and serve us well in exchange for your lives!"
Murong Ting raised her delicate hand and said, "I really want to say yes, but my hand won't!"
Young Master Yan shouted, "Boss, stop talking nonsense, let me take her down and have some fun first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a mysterious inkstone suddenly appeared in Yan Gongzi's hand.
"Open the ancient inkstone made of pine needles!"
With a snap, the ancient inkstone swelled in the wind, transforming into a dark world that hung upside down.
The dark inkstone seemed like the gaping maw of a primordial beast, ready to swallow Murong Ting whole.
Murong Ting remained unmoved, her eyes flashing with a cold light.
"Woman, stop struggling! My Pine Ink Ancient Inkstone is an imperial artifact, containing the imperial Dao and the universe. Once you are absorbed, even a god cannot save you. Moreover, time inside the Pine Ink Ancient Inkstone is ten times that of the outside world. You will soon age, wither, and die!"
Young Master Yan opened his arms wide, his face full of disdain.
The martial artists watching from afar were also deeply shocked.
"Terrifying! Is this the true strength of the Carefree Immortal Palace? They even possess Emperor-level artifacts! How can we possibly fight them!"
"I don't believe those two women are also Great Emperor level experts. It's not scientific. After all, Great Emperor level experts aren't like cabbages, they don't just keep coming in one crop after another!"
"Has the War Slave Sect completely lost its members? They've even sent out such a petty woman!"
"It's over, we're doomed. The situation has reversed. It's not that the War Slave Sect didn't try hard enough, it's that the Carefree Immortal Palace is too strong!"
The ancient inkstone, made of pine needles, slowly descended.
Young Master Yan intended to intimidate the assembled heroes, so his speed was not fast.
"Woman, kneel down and beg for mercy, this is your only chance!"
A cold glint flashed in Murong Ting's eyes.
"court death!"
With a flick of her delicate hand, a gentle breeze stirred.
Then the breeze turned into a strong wind, and the strong wind turned into a storm.
A blue tornado took shape.
"go!"
Murong Ting raised her hand, and a blue tornado hurtled towards Songmo Ancient Inkstone.
"Hahaha... You think you can break my Songmo Ancient Inkstone with just a tiny tornado? How naive!"
Young Master Yan sneered.
"Yeah?"
Murong Ting responded with a cold laugh.
Her wind power is not ordinary wind, but the source of wind condensed by Tang Xuan.
With the aid of the Wind God's Body, its power is multiplied.
boom!
The azure tornado slammed violently onto the ancient inkstone, causing the sky to collapse and the sun and moon to lose their light.
With a cracking sound, the ancient inkstone shattered.
"What!"
Young Master Yan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The next moment, a huge impact slammed into his soul sea.
The ancient inkstone and the pine needle were connected in spirit, and both were now severely injured.
puff!
Young Master Yan tilted his head back, blood spurting from his seven orifices, instantly transforming him into a terrifying blood-soaked figure.
"Fourth brother..."
"Witch, your act of violence is unforgivable!"
"Kill her!"
Paper Prince and Inkstone Prince were the closest of friends. Seeing Inkstone Prince severely injured, Paper Prince was enraged and once again condensed mountains to attack Murong Ting.
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