Mundane Saint

Chapter 75 – Defeated in one move

"Hahaha!!"

"Nianling Sect! Your grandpa Huang Li is here!"

A voice, arrogant and domineering, echoed through the area, shaking the entire region. The overwhelming pressure felt as if it descended from the heavens, causing all the cultivators nearby to look over in shock, unsure of what was happening.

"Huang Li... who is this?"

"How dare this person act so arrogantly at our Nianling Sect's gate... Could it be another powerful figure!?"

"Who cares, treating our sect with such disdain, the elders and the sect master won't let him act so wildly!"

It was just before noon, and many disciples were practicing outside the Nianling Sect's gate.

But they saw a withered brown figure approaching from afar, carrying immense and powerful Dao energy, heading straight for the Nianling Sect's gate like a mountain descending, making it hard for everyone to breathe, with some disciples even kneeling immediately.

This person is a formidable figure!

But so what if he's powerful? Our Nianling Sect stands firm here, surely we have our own powerful figures?

More than the oppressive aura this person brought to the disciples of Nianling Sect, they wanted to see this guy being chased and beaten by the elders and the sect master of Nianling Sect.

Sure enough, as the pressure swept over, a figure from Nianling Sect stood in the air, coughed once, and resisted the overwhelming pressure with his own aura!

Sect Master Zhu Ling had no choice but to appear.

"It's the Sect Master!"

"I heard the Sect Master hasn't taken action for many years, this time we get to witness it."

Zhu Ling's appearance gave the disciples a pillar of support.

A sect master should have such courage.

"Damn it, how did this guy find us so quickly!?"

Zhu Ling appeared calm on the surface, with his hands behind his back, but cold sweat was already forming at his temples, cursing inwardly.

The withered brown figure also stopped, confronting Zhu Ling from a distance.

And this uninvited formidable figure was none other than the sect master of the Wasteland Sword Sect, Huang Li!

Huang Li wore a withered brown robe, barefoot, with disheveled hair and beard. If it weren't for his overwhelming presence at the gate, the disciples might have thought he was a destitute beggar rather than a powerful figure.

"Sect Master Huang Li, long time no see."

"But coming here with such force, you clearly have ill intentions."

Zhu Ling cupped his fists, his expression not looking good.

"Hahaha!"

Huang Li laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the sky, while terrifying sword winds raged within dozens of meters around him.

"Enough, Zhu Ling, stop pretending."

"Your Nianling Sect is already in decline, just a second-rate sect in Withered Cloud Province, while my Wasteland Sword Sect is far stronger now!"

As soon as Huang Li finished speaking, over a dozen enormous blood-red sword shadows appeared around him.

Each one exuded a terrifying aura, affecting the grass and sand at the Nianling Sect's gate.

As the blood-red sword aura emerged, everyone felt the temperature suddenly drop, not only cold but with a stinging sensation lingering on their skin!

"Wait, that person is the sect master of Wasteland Sword Sect!"

"The one who's been suppressing our Nianling Sect!"

Finally, some disciples recognized Huang Li and shouted, causing an uproar among everyone, as those who came to cultivate at Nianling Sect would know a bit about their rival sects... and Wasteland Sword Sect was undoubtedly Nianling Sect's arch-enemy!

A hundred years ago, Nianling Sect's Supreme Elder Xiao Ling was defeated by Huang Li in a great battle and died shortly after returning to the sect.

This enmity runs deep.

And now, the enemy has come knocking.

As the sword aura emerged, Zhu Ling was forced to stagger under the pressure, but he steadied himself and shouted angrily, "So what? Our sects have long-standing grudges, but you think you alone can make Nianling Sect submit..."

"Dream on!"

Zhu Ling's final shout exploded like a sonic boom, sending crimson waves rolling out!

Huang Li sneered, unfazed by Zhu Ling's tough stance, and continued to press, "Hmph! It seems Nianling Sect really has no one left, even a waste like you dares to speak so boldly. Be sensible and surrender, or else—"

He glared at Zhu Ling with a sinister gaze, murderous intent clear, "I could destroy your Nianling Sect single-handedly!"

Buzz!

Over a dozen blood-red sword shadows hovered in the air, and with a wave of Huang Li's hand, they all slashed down towards Zhu Ling.

The sword light surged, instantly enveloping Zhu Ling.

"Zhu Ling, take this from me and see how much backbone you have left as a sect master!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

Over a dozen sword lights slashed down simultaneously, the terrifying power causing the disciples' legs to weaken, their faces turning pale as they fell to the ground. Even though the attack wasn't aimed at them, the aftermath alone could severely injure them!

"You! This is too much!"

Zhu Ling was furious. Even though he was only at the eighth level of the Body Fusion stage, his dignity was being challenged, and he had to fight back!

He raised his palms, and a circle of flames erupted from his hands. Leaping up, he unleashed a palm strike, sending a massive sea of fire surging towards the blood-red swords.

The fire was fierce, like molten lava.

But the blood-red swords were as sturdy as iron walls, the crimson flames only causing ripples, unable to damage them at all!

"Petty tricks!"

Huang Li sneered disdainfully, then brought his fingers together and pointed at Zhu Ling from afar.

In an instant, the blood-red swords shot towards Zhu Ling with immense force, their vast power enveloping the gate, causing Zhu Ling's pupils to contract as he realized his strongest move, "Flame Torrent," couldn't hold them back. In haste, he quickly used some defensive techniques to try and block the terrifying sword light.

But unfortunately, such struggles were in vain.

Under the terrifying blood light, Zhu Ling's defenses were instantly torn apart!

Zhu Ling was blasted backward, crashing into the Grand Hall and collapsing half of it, utterly defeated in front of everyone!

"Hiss..."

Seeing this, everyone present couldn't help but gasp!

What was their sect master's cultivation level?

The eighth level of the Body Fusion stage!

He even had the potential to reach the Tribulation Crossing stage, but what was the result?

He was defeated in one move!

"Sect Master!!"

The disciples were terrified as they saw Zhu Ling severely injured and spitting blood, feeling as if the pillar supporting their world had broken.

"Cough, cough... I never imagined the power of a Tribulation Crossing stage expert would be like this..."

Zhu Ling wasn't dead, but his chest and abdomen were severely injured, his aura chaotic, and the sword aura had invaded his body, causing intense pain, leaving him unable to fight further.

Moreover, Huang Li had actually held back.

Even though he was only at the first level of the Tribulation Crossing stage, killing Zhu Ling would have been as easy as lifting a finger.