Chapter 9: The Meeting of Yueguan from Two Worlds, the Soul of Muscular Yueguan

It's over!

It feels like I'm done for!

Yu Xiaogang's heart was in his throat.

He met the extremely unfriendly gazes of Jirou Yueguan and Guimei.

A chill entered his lungs, and the composure he had at the beginning was gone.

A coldness like falling into an ice cellar swept through his limbs and bones, and he felt ready to sing a song of despair at any moment.

"Be careful, don't release your aura."

Jirou Yueguan's aura climbed rapidly, and in a mere instant, he was about to display his strength as a Title Douluo.

The immense pressure of soul power pinned Yu Xiaogang to the spot, leaving him unable to move and trembling.

Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to reach his breaking point, Guimei suddenly reminded Jirou Yueguan.

Hearing this, Jirou Yueguan came to his senses and withdrew his aura.

Guimei let out a long sigh of relief and continued to urge: "Don't forget what His Majesty arranged; before we have collected enough intelligence, don't easily let us be exposed!"

"This is Wuhun City, and according to the intelligence collected so far, it possesses the most Title Douluo on the entire continent."

"The slightest carelessness, and we will surely be doomed!"

Jirou Yueguan gave a grunt, suppressed all his aura, and cracked his knuckles as he intertwined his hands in front of him.

He raised his hands and squeezed them right in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Looking at the bulging veins on the back of Jirou Yueguan's hands, Yu Xiaogang felt as if they were hemp ropes tightening around his own neck.

His breathing was restricted, and he could drop dead on the spot at any moment.

"That aura just now was from here, we..."

At this moment, a very feminine voice suddenly rang out.

At the other end of the alley, two figures appeared at the entrance.

Native Yueguan and Native Guimei, having followed the fleeting aura Jirou Yueguan had just released, had decisively found this location.

When they saw Jirou Yueguan standing in the alley.

Native Yueguan's eyes widened on the spot.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

Was everything His Excellency said true? Are there really invaders from a parallel world?

With this identical appearance, are you sure this isn't my long-lost brother?

Native Yueguan stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing, but when he saw the bulging muscles all over Jirou Yueguan's body.

A chill suddenly erupted in the bottom of his heart.

"Old Ghost, this must be the people His Excellency spoke of. I didn't expect us to find them so quickly."

"If it weren't for what His Excellency said in advance, I might have really thought he was our long-lost brother."

Native Yueguan said in an extremely feminine voice.

Native Guimei gave a grunt: "Even with the intelligence provided by His Excellency in advance, I still had the illusion that he might be my long-lost brother."

"But you, how could you react so quickly this time?!"

As Native Guimei spoke, he cast a glance at Native Yueguan out of the corner of his eye.

Hearing this, Native Yueguan looked at the muscles on Jirou Yueguan's body with great disgust, and his body shivered slightly:

"Old Ghost, we have known each other for decades, don't you know my personality?"

"My martial soul is the Chrysanthemum Pass, what a beautiful martial soul that is, how heart-stirring it is!"

"This person, covered in muscles, doesn't look elegant at all; it is absolutely impossible for him to be my long-lost brother!"

Native Guimei was stunned on the spot.

Even though he had known Native Yueguan for decades.

At this moment, suddenly hearing the answer given by his old partner, he still couldn't help but stare blankly.

Not elegant? So...

Very good, that is a powerful reason!

Silently complaining in his heart, Native Guimei hurriedly turned his gaze toward Jirou Yueguan and Guimei.

Especially when he saw Tianwu Guimei's face, which was identical to his own, he didn't dare to be the least bit careless.

"Old Ghost, let me handle these two!"

Yueguan suddenly spoke: "These two have invaded our Spirit Hall; we cannot let them leave just like this!"

"And this inelegant image—I intend to elegantly eliminate them!"

Hearing this, Guimei took a step back voluntarily.

In his view, this was Wuhun City, the base of the Spirit Hall.

Furthermore, Yueguan had the strength of a Title Douluo; there would be no problem for him to take care of Jirou Yueguan and Tianwu Guimei.

Native Yueguan took a step forward, and his Chrysanthemum Pass martial soul instantly appeared at his fingertips.

His slender fingers appeared very fair, completely different from Jirou Yueguan's calloused hands.

The veins on Jirou Yueguan's forehead bulged inch by inch, and he took deep breaths, turned his head to look at Tianwu Guimei, and gritted his teeth:

"Where is my blade?!"

Tianwu Guimei glanced at Jirou Yueguan.

Realizing that his old partner was getting serious.

With a playful smile on his lips, he followed suit and took a step back, just like Native Guimei and Native Yueguan.

The moment he stepped back, Jirou Yueguan's martial soul was activated.

It was completely different from the Chrysanthemum of Heavenly Radiance of Native Yueguan.

A blood-red light suddenly appeared, and a large blade resembling a horse-chopping saber appeared behind Jirou Yueguan.

One hand grabbed onto the horse-chopping saber martial soul, and a bloodthirsty aura raged across Jirou Yueguan's body.

The moment his cold gaze met Native Yueguan's, an uncontrollable fury began to erupt deep in his heart.

He had already felt that Native Yueguan was very effeminate before.

As the martial soul was activated, he saw Native Yueguan playing with the Chrysanthemum of Heavenly Radiance at his fingertips, his toes even lightly tiptoeing.

He almost vomited his previous night's meal right then and there.

Unbearable!

Absolutely unbearable!

Such a sissy image—how could this live up to his own majestic and awe-inspiring image in the Tianwu Empire!

Even if this was a parallel world!

Even if there was always a slight difference!

Here, his parallel self should not be so sissy-like.

Native Yueguan's eyelid twitched; seeing Jirou Yueguan's martial soul, it was clearly the same face as his own.

According to the information, it should be himself from another world.

The world is different, so the martial soul has changed too?

A horse-chopping saber-like martial soul—doesn't this look a bit too barbaric?

"Be careful, this guy is not simple."

Native Guimei's eyelid twitched as he hurriedly warned Native Yueguan.

Hearing this, Native Yueguan nodded: "Don't worry, I have always been prepared, surely I can..."

The words had not yet finished falling.

In an instant, the blood-red light approached the scene.

With a muffled 'clank', Jirou Yueguan's horse-chopping saber martial soul had already landed on Native Yueguan's head.

Without using any soul skill, the back of the horse-chopping saber martial soul struck Native Yueguan's head fiercely.

A buzzing sound rang out; Native Yueguan hadn't reacted at all.

Before any ability could be used, he fell to the ground neatly and cleanly in front of Jirou Yueguan.

Jirou Yueguan backhanded the horse-chopping saber, stabbing the martial soul into the ground beside Native Yueguan's head:

"Let me tell you, don't try to make a move in front of me!"

"Otherwise, I will have your head rolling on the ground immediately!!"

"Next, I ask and you answer; if you don't answer well, I'll send you to the Western Paradise just the same!"

Jirou Yueguan's tone was very cold and stern.

At this moment, the appearance he displayed was just like a bandit.

He had knocked down Native Yueguan neatly and cleanly, completely ignoring the existence of Native Guimei.

Tianwu Guimei, however, did not let these matters slide, staring at Native Guimei with a cold sneer on his lips.

Native Yueguan shivered, his head still throbbing with pain.

Processing Jirou Yueguan's words, his pupils shrank, and he gave no reply.

Jirou Yueguan didn't care about that much and asked decisively: "I heard that you and this guy previously suffered defeat at the hands of someone from the Clear Sky Sect named Tang Hao?"

"That guy, one against three, defeated all of you, and even left you with a psychological shadow?!"

"Answer me, is it or is it not!!"

The words fell.

Jirou Yueguan vibrated his horse-chopping saber martial soul.

The horse-chopping saber hummed, the blade only two or three inches from Native Yueguan's neck, ready to draw blood at any moment.

Native Yueguan was somewhat bewildered, looking at Jirou Yueguan in confusion.

Because of the appearance of Native Yueguan and Guimei, Yu Xiaogang, who had temporarily escaped a disaster, also had his eyelids twitch.

Cautiously looking at Jirou Yueguan: "They are inquiring about His Excellency Clear Sky, could it be they want to do something else?"

He pondered secretly in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang maintained a wretched posture.

He honestly acted as an invisible person on the side, his ears pricked up very high.

Native Yueguan slowly came back to his senses, threatened by the horse-chopping saber, and answered effeminately: "These things happened more than ten years ago, why are you asking about them?"

Hearing this, Jirou Yueguan gave a cold laugh.

Looking at his own self in this world with disappointment, he said word by word:

"Seeing you so spineless, I feel as if I am being humiliated. I am very angry now, and the consequences will be very serious!"

"A mere little hammer dares to be so arrogant, and even left you with a psychological shadow; I am prepared to make an exception and teach you some things!"

"Teach you how to teach such a little hammer a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)