novelraw Chapter 47 – Hey, come over and take out the trash
Chapter 47 – Hey, come over and take out the trash
This sentence was like a bomb, instantly igniting the entire Martial Practice Arena. The elders and deacons behind Li Jianglin immediately exploded with anger, each one furious and clamoring to teach Mu Xiaochuan a lesson.
"Arrogant!"
"Doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
"Elder Li, let me be the first to teach this reckless boy a lesson!"
Mu Xiaochuan looked at their exasperated expressions, feeling secretly delighted.
Mu Xiaochuan shrugged, "Since everyone is so eager, why don't you all come at me together?"
"Let's see who's the real trash?" Li Jianglin could no longer hold back. He leaped onto the arena, and the others followed suit.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host, successfully provoking the crowd with your words, earning 20 Thrill Points." The system's notification sounded in his mind.
"Die—!!!"
Li Jianglin could no longer suppress the raging fury in his heart! He didn't even bother with pleasantries, letting out a deafening roar! The sound was like an ancient beast awakening, causing the entire Martial Practice Arena to buzz!
He stomped his feet fiercely, and the ground seemed unable to withstand this violent force, cracking instantly! This time, his power was like a flood, more overwhelming than before! The hard black crystal arena was stomped into two deep footprints by him, with web-like cracks spreading in all directions!
His whole body, like an arrow off the string, no, like a meteor falling from the sky! With a devastating, unstoppable momentum, he charged madly at Mu Xiaochuan!
His right fist clenched tightly, knuckles crackling, and a thick, solid, earth-yellow fist aura gathered on his fist, like the power of the earth, heavy and violent, breaking through everything!
Foundation Establishment third stage body cultivator, a full-force strike!
This punch was enough to split mountains and crack stones! Enough to level a small hill!
Facing this earth-shattering punch, Mu Xiaochuan actually showed a hint of amusement, no, a mocking smile as if watching a show.
Just as Li Jianglin's violent fist aura was about to reach him!
Mu Xiaochuan moved!
He simply... raised his right hand to block.
Then, lightly waved forward.
Yes, just a light wave! As if brushing dust off his sleeve!
However, it was this light wave!
"Buzz—!!!"
A dark green wooden staff, exuding an ancient and desolate aura, with a vivid Azure Dragon totem coiled on its body, suddenly appeared in his hand! It was the Earth-tier Low-Grade Spiritual Artifact—Azure Dragon Soul-Suppressing Wood!
"Clang—!!!!!!!!!!"
A deafening sound, as if piercing the eardrums, echoed throughout Youhuang Peak, suddenly erupting!
Li Jianglin's punch, enough to split mountains and crack stones, violently struck the seemingly ordinary Azure Dragon Soul-Suppressing Wood!
"Crack!!!"
An even more chilling sound rang out!
Li Jianglin's right fist, which had gathered all his strength and was flashing with earth-yellow fist aura, shattered like an egg hitting a stone the moment it touched the Azure Dragon Soul-Suppressing Wood!
The fist aura shattered instantly!
"What?" Li Jianglin's eyes widened in disbelief that his ultimate move was so easily neutralized.
Mu Xiaochuan patted the nonexistent dust off his body and smiled, "Elder Li, don't get so worked up, it's bad for your liver."
"Go to hell!" Li Jianglin roared, quickly forming seals with his hands, spiritual power surging. A crimson flying sword flew out from his waist, the blade engraved with complex runes, exuding a scorching aura.
"Crimson Flame Sword! Elder Li's life-bound treasure, a Mid-Grade Spiritual Artifact of the Profound tier!" someone exclaimed from below the stage.
The Crimson Flame Sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, carrying a wave of scorching heat, aiming straight for Mu Xiaochuan's throat.
Mu Xiaochuan's eyes gleamed, and with a light swing, the shadow of the staff wove intricately, precisely striking the Crimson Flame Sword.
"Clang!"
A crisp metallic collision sounded, and the Crimson Flame Sword was knocked away, tumbling a few times in the air before stabilizing.
Li Jianglin's face changed drastically, hurriedly recalling the flying sword. He hadn't expected Mu Xiaochuan's reaction to be so quick and his strength so immense.
"Elder Li, your flying sword is nice, just a bit off target," Mu Xiaochuan teased.
Li Jianglin stopped wasting words, fully activating the Crimson Flame Sword, the runes on the blade lighting up with a blinding red glow, the surrounding temperature rising sharply. He shouted, "Crimson Flame Burns the Sky!"
The Crimson Flame Sword transformed into a red light, its speed several times faster than before, slashing towards Mu Xiaochuan with an all-consuming momentum.
Mu Xiaochuan neither dodged nor evaded, the spiritual patterns on the wooden staff in his hand glowing brightly, meeting the Crimson Flame Sword with a move from the "Dragon-Subduing Staff Technique" called "Dragon Raises Its Head."
"Boom!"
The collision of the two treasures erupted in dazzling light and a violent shockwave. The protective formation was activated, containing the aftermath within the arena.
When the light dissipated, the crowd was shocked to find that the Crimson Flame Sword had been knocked away, embedded in the ground at the edge of the arena, its glow significantly dimmed.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Li Jianglin had been flung out of the Martial Practice Arena like a kite with a broken string, collapsing on the ground like a tattered sack, blood gushing, unconscious.
Meanwhile, Mu Xiaochuan still stood in place, the wooden staff firmly in his grip, not having moved an inch.
The others were dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost, the arrogance and anger on their faces long gone, replaced by boundless fear! They instinctively retreated, looking at Mu Xiaochuan as if he were a demon emerging from hell!
At this moment, Mu Xiaochuan moved, like a wolf among sheep. Even Li Jianglin, with his Mid-Grade Spiritual Artifact of the Profound tier, couldn't withstand a single blow from Mu Xiaochuan, let alone the others. They were all knocked out of the Martial Practice Arena like arrows shot by the Azure Dragon Soul-Suppressing Wood, some landing lightly and spitting blood, others fainting directly.
The pent-up frustration in Mu Xiaochuan's chest finally poured out like a flood breaking a dam, leaving him feeling completely refreshed.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host, achieving your desire, feeling ecstatic! Gained 50 Thrill Points!"
The system's notification was like heavenly music!
Mu Xiaochuan slowly put away the Azure Dragon Soul-Suppressing Wood, his gaze falling on Li Jianglin, who lay like a dead dog below the arena, and walked over slowly.
He stood in front of Li Jianglin, looking down with an almost pitying posture, a "kind" smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh dear, Elder Li," Mu Xiaochuan's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire Martial Practice Arena, "Is your... 'performance' over?"
Li Jianglin struggled to lift his head, meeting Mu Xiaochuan's "kind" smile, a chilling fear shooting from his feet to his head, making him shiver all over!
Performance?
I was almost killed by your staff! You call this a performance?!
He wanted to curse, to scream hysterically, to ask what kind of monster this demon in front of him was!
However, the intense pain and internal injuries made even opening his mouth extremely difficult, his throat only able to emit a "ho ho" leaking sound, each breath accompanied by heart-wrenching pain and a heavy taste of blood.
His eyes, once fierce like a tiger, now held only endless fear and despair.
He finally understood what kind of existence he had provoked!
An Earth-tier Spiritual Artifact! And that mysterious, seemingly superior staff technique! This was simply beyond his ability to contend with!
Liang Yichen! You old bastard! You've killed me!
Li Jianglin's heart was filled with endless regret and overwhelming resentment towards Liang Yichen!
"Oh, Elder Li, don't stay silent." Mu Xiaochuan seemed oblivious to Li Jianglin's miserable state, still smiling, "Do you admit you're trash?"
Li Jianglin's pupils contracted sharply! He remembered his own words before stepping onto the stage, using his last ounce of strength to squeeze out a few indistinct words from his throat, "I'm... sorry... I... was wrong..."
"Oh? Admitting it is good." Mu Xiaochuan stood up and called to the bewildered disciple responsible for cleaning, "Hey, come over and take out the trash."