Chapter 619: Farewell Lingjian Zhenren, Ming Wuzi Draws His Sword to Slay the Demon King

Ming Wuzi walked over with a narrow smile; his appearance did not look like he was coming to greet him.

Mu Longhao frowned, but he always felt something was off; Ming Wuzi's presence didn't feel very dangerous, yet that split-second lethal feeling seemed as if that person had arrived, and only that person could give him such a terrifying sensation, extremely deadly.

"Who are you?"

Mu Longhao coldly stared at the youth before him, daring to bring his sword and cause trouble; he was a guest invited by Lingjian Zhenren, not an enemy.

Within the Spirit Sword Sect, many knew of his existence, yet no one dared to approach.

Before this youth even arrived, his sword aura came first; that aura made him very unhappy.

The creepy feeling made Mu Longhao very dislike it; if it were his former peak self, he would surely have killed him—such a person cannot be allowed to stay, nor permitted to stay; anyone who harbors killing intent toward him is an enemy.

At this moment, Mu Longhao did not want to invite trouble; seeing the youth before him, one could tell his status in the Spirit Sword Sect was not low, and acting rashly would draw the sect's displeasure—under another's roof, Mu Longhao had no choice but to lower his head.

He stepped back, not wanting to start a conflict.

Since Ming Wuzi had come, how could he let him escape? This demon gave him a very unpleasant feeling.

"Spirit Sword Sect's Ming Wuzi, disciple of Lingjian Zhenren."

He clasped his hands, smiled, pointed his sword at Mu Longhao; the killing intent in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Mu Longhao frowned: "So you are Lingjian Zhenren's disciple; I am his guest—what do you mean by this?"

Drawing a sword against a guest is not the proper etiquette of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Ming Wuzi explained: "My master ordered me to greet you properly; as his disciple, I naturally cannot disappoint him. Mu Longhao, as a guest, you will naturally receive the Spirit Sword Sect's hospitality."

"Please."

He stepped aside, letting Mu Longhao walk forward.

Mu Longhao stood his ground, staring at Ming Wuzi; he would not wander off randomly, nor would he believe his words.

Around him were all dangerous places; without Lingjian Zhenren's orders, he would not act recklessly.

"Mu Longhao, why aren't you leaving? Could it be that you refuse to give face?"

Ming Wuzi stared at Mu Longhao with a narrow smile; the killing intent in his eyes had reached its limit.

Staring at him, his sword was ready to be drawn at any moment.

At this moment, Mu Longhao knew full well what the person before him intended—clearly, he wanted to send him to his death.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Ming Wuzi, I am your master's honored guest; if you dare to attack me, aren't you afraid your master will come after you?"

His identity and situation are very dangerous.

Lingjian Zhenren invited him into the Spirit Sword Sect naturally to protect him, yet this disciple before him clearly intended to oppose Lingjian Zhenren.

This is certainly not what Mu Longhao wanted; the Spirit Sword Sect, which belongs to Lingjian Zhenren, actually has someone defying his orders—truly… they have no idea of life or death.

"You don't need to worry; my master himself is hard-pressed and has no time to look after me."

"On the contrary, Mu Longhao, fellow cultivator, please be sensible—I don't want to draw my sword against you."

His eyes narrowed; Ming Wuzi's squinting gaze had pushed the pressure to the limit.

Mu Longhao felt heavy in body and mind, not daring to underestimate the person before him.

Around him, many pairs of eyes watched him, ready to strike at any moment.

Those old monsters are not simple; the Spirit Sword Sect's strength is greater than he imagined, and its internal relations are very complex.

"What if I don't leave?"

Mu Longhao, what manner of man is he—how could he be frightened?

Ming Wuzi drew his sword, pointed it at Mu Longhao, and said coldly: "Then you can only leave with your head."

At this moment, Ming Wuzi no longer had his previous pleasant demeanor; it was replaced by icy coldness.

Coldly staring at the person before him—no, it was this demon king.

The exhausted, weak Mu Longhao—now was a good opportunity to strike; if missed, there would be no such chance again.

Ming Wuzi naturally saw it, also knowing his weakness, which is why he chose to strike.

This demon cannot remain in the Spirit Sword Sect.

The relationship between the Spirit Sword Sect and the Great Qi Dynasty must not be broken.

My master's stubbornness cannot gain others' approval.

"Hmph."

Mu Longhao released the demonic aura from his body, his demonic might blazing.

At this moment, he was truly a demon king, not a rat being chased and beaten.

"Many want my head; what do you think you are?"

"Ming Wuzi, if you speak rudely again, don't blame me for killing you."

Mu Longhao's demonic aura rose again, further suppressing Ming Wuzi before him.

"Thud-thud."

Ming Wuzi ignored his demonic aura and might, stepping closer step by step, killing intent condensing.

His entire body emanating sword aura locked onto him; Mu Longhao knew there was no turning back—this person truly intended to kill him.

The other Spirit Sword Sect members did not act; they were merely watching the show.

This scene was permitted by them.

Lingjian Zhenren's dignity was completely lost at this moment.

"Hum."

Sword aura came rushing in, quickly.

Mu Longhao retreated backward, dodging; his movements were not slow either.

That sword pursued relentlessly, very fast, giving him no chance to strike.

As soon as he struck, it sealed all of his attacking motions; even his escape routes were blocked.

Everything is sealed off, he is being pressed and beaten; Ming Wuzi's strength before his eyes is very strong.

His strength exceeds his cultivation by a margin; he is a sword Dao genius, his whole body emanates sword intent, filled with a killing aura.

Outside the formation.

Lingjian Zhenren retreated, his expression grim.

His chest surged as he stared at the Demon-Suppressing General Feng Yuqian and Qi Mingyu before him; the two exerted great pressure on him, at times preventing him from drawing his sword.

The ambushers Jing Yuheng and the White Wolf gang—each of their moves is deadly; a moment's carelessness and they will be struck.

The pressure is immense; even he cannot afford to be careless.

「Cough—cough。」

With a cough, he sensed the situation inside the gate; his expression turned very grim.

「Damn Ming Wuzi, he actually…… 」

Two disciples, both standing against him.

One is causing chaos inside the Dadian, the other actually attacks his allies, clearly slapping his face.

But he cannot retreat, nor can he free his hands to deal with them.

「Damn, damn, they all deserve to die。」

「One or two, all of them deserve to die。」

Lingjian Zhenren's fury reached its peak as he stared at the five Strong Ones before him, and the many Black Dragon Guard and soldiers behind; their attack is ready, they could strike at any moment.

For some reason, he constantly feels a danger lurking nearby, as if a fierce tiger has its eyes on him, ready to kill him at any moment.

「There is still a Strong One hidden nearby; who exactly is it? 」

Lingjian Zhenren glanced around distractedly, seeking the source of danger.

Pursuit, continue.

Feng Yuqian and Qi Mingyu, who had come to surround him, noticed Lingjian Zhenren's problem; their attack speed increased and their divine abilities showed no letup.

They surrounded the Spirit Sword Sect and pursued, hoping to quickly capture Lingjian Zhenren.

「Where do you think you're going? 」

「Lingjian Zhenren, don't resist any further。」

「Surrender and bind yourself。」