Chapter 50

"He is Lu Song! My master has mentioned him many times, the most talented genius of our Hengyue Sect in a hundred years. The Xuandao Sect is bound to lose this time!"

"Fifth Senior Brother, go for it, we look up to you!"

The inner disciples of the Hengyue Sect cheered excitedly, the failures of the previous two matches making them regain their confidence at this moment. Some female disciples, like infatuated fans, immediately developed a fondness for Lu Song.

Real Man Huanglong also wore a smile, secretly thinking that Lu Song's appearance this time would surely bring victory!

Wang Zhuo glanced at Lu Song with jealousy and let out a light snort.

The disciples of the Xuandao Sect also looked surprised, the name of Lu Song was well-known to them. Twenty years ago, he had made a stunning appearance during the exchange, though he ultimately lost, he left a deep impression on the elders of the Xuandao Sect.

Elder Ouyang's expression turned serious, and he said, "Xu Mu, I allow you to remove the seal left by our ancestor and reveal your true abilities!"

Xu Mu's expression was solemn as he untied his shirt, revealing a dark yellow paper talisman stuck to his chest.

The elders of the Hengyue Sect were all taken aback, and after a careful look at the talisman, their faces showed shock.

"Ouyang Daoist, this talisman..." Real Man Huanglong's complexion changed.

Elder Ouyang's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "Real Man Huanglong, I have something to clarify. If the Xuandao Sect wins today's exchange, in addition to the previous conditions, we will also require the Hengyue Peak to be lent to us for five hundred years!"

Everyone's faces changed, and Real Man Huanglong narrowed his eyes, saying, "Ouyang Daoist, are you joking?"

Elder Ouyang shook his head and said, "Huanglong Daoist, you have seen the talisman. The spiritual power on it can only be produced by an Ancestor at the Core Formation stage. To be honest, an Ancestor of our Xuandao Sect has returned from the Fourth Level Cultivation Nation's external battlefield... He brought back news that all the Ancestors of your Hengyue Sect have perished."

Real Man Huanglong's expression changed, and after a long pause, he said in a deep voice, "Ouyang Daoist, don't speak nonsense, or don't blame the Hengyue Sect for not being polite!"

Elder Ouyang smiled slightly and said, "It is precisely because of our past friendship that we have not taken action, but instead given the Hengyue Sect some face. If the Hengyue Sect wins this competition, then this matter will be over. I have conveyed my message, Real Man Huanglong, let's continue the competition!"

The inner disciples of the Hengyue Sect were all confused, but they all felt a heavy stone pressing on their hearts, as if the sky had darkened at that moment.

Wang Lin was startled, secretly thinking that what Situ Nan had said was indeed true, the cultivation world was indeed divided according to the levels of nations.

Sun Dazhu's face was pale, his eyes lifeless, and he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over. The Ancestors are all dead. The Hengyue Sect used to rely on the Ancestors to intimidate other sects and barely maintain a foothold, but now... it's over! Damn it, if it weren't for the Fourth Level Cultivation Nation Qinglong Kingdom's competition for the external star, which withdrew all the Core Formation Ancestors from the Zhao Kingdom 500 years ago, the Hengyue Sect wouldn't have ended up like this."

Real Man Huanglong saw that his fellow disciples and inner sect members were all panicked. He suppressed his own unease and shouted loudly, "Hengyue Sect disciples, do not panic! The truth of this matter will be determined by the Core Formation elders within the sect. Why are you panicking! Lu Song, continue the competition!"

On the stone platform, Lu Song was also startled by Elder Ouyang's words. He then focused his mind, spitting out a purple light. As soon as the purple light emerged, it expanded into a large hand glowing with dark light, reaching out to grab Xu Mu.

Xu Mu's expression changed slightly, and without a word, he slapped his storage bag, sending out six golden spheres that flew toward Lu Song. Lu Song sneered, secretly casting a spell with his right hand. The large hand in the air swung, immediately causing a strange wind to rise. The six golden spheres trembled and deviated from their course.

The strange wind also disrupted the spiritual energy within Xu Mu's body, causing his face to change. He shouted, "Explode!"

The six golden spheres exploded simultaneously, sending out a ring-shaped shockwave that forced the surrounding spectators to retreat.

Lu Song snorted coldly and mocked, "Trivial tricks!" The large hand in the air clenched into a fist, ignoring the explosion of the golden spheres, and quickly struck down.

Xu Mu's face was pale. Seeing the strange hand about to press down on his head, he gritted his teeth, and a plain yellow paper suddenly floated out of his storage bag. Xu Mu bit his tongue and spat out a mist of blood.

The fresh blood quickly transformed into a liquid in the air, forming a blood dragon. Without blinking, Xu Mu cast a spell with his right hand and muttered incantations. The blood dragon twisted, its tail connecting to its head, forming a strange pattern that suddenly imprinted on the yellow paper!

The yellow paper suddenly emitted a blinding light, like a small sun. The fist in the air, which was about to strike, quickly dissipated at a visible speed.

Seeing this, Wang Lin's heart stirred. He also had a similar talisman in his storage bag!

"Actually a spiritual treasure!" Lu Song's eyebrows furrowed, and he swung his sleeve, causing two white dragons to fly out. They quickly circled in the air and struck Xu Mu at lightning speed.

Xu Mu laughed bitterly. He was focusing all his energy on resisting the large strange hand in the air and had no strength to resist the two white dragons.

Just as the two white dragons were about to reveal their fierce mouths, a cold snort suddenly came from the Xuandao Sect disciples.

Immediately, a black rainbow shot out from the Xuandao Sect disciples, easily wrapping around the two white dragons, which made creaking sounds under the strain. The white dragons quickly shrank and finally turned into two small silver swords. The black rainbow tightened, and with a snap, the two flying swords broke and fell onto the stone platform.

Lu Song's face changed instantly. His mind-connected flying swords being destroyed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression filled with shock. The large hand pressing down on Xu Mu's head also dissipated due to the damage to his mind, leaving Xu Mu unharmed.

Xu Mu quickly grabbed the yellow paper and retreated, a look of relief on his face. Lu Song walked off the stone platform with a gloomy expression.

Real Man Huanglong's face darkened, and he shouted, "Xuandao Sect, don't push us too far!" His fellow disciples beside him also glared angrily, and some of the more hot-tempered ones had already taken out their personal magical treasures, ready to fight at any moment!

The inner disciples also saw through the situation and showed signs of anger. The other two purple-robed disciples looked solemn, their eyes fixed on the middle-aged man standing at the back of the Xuandao Sect.

The cold snort had come from him.

Elder Ouyang turned to look at the middle-aged man and shook his head with a bitter smile, "This third match, your Hengyue Sect wins. As for what just happened, old man..."

"Ouyang old man, don't talk nonsense. The Hengyue Sect is nothing!" The middle-aged man at the back stepped forward arrogantly. As he stepped, the ground cracked, and a long crack immediately spread to the edge of the stone platform.