Chapter 294: You're not even willing to call me a supreme god?

A roar like thunderous thunderclaps echoed through Mount Kunlun.

Boom—

The skinny Daoist blocking Mu Yi and Ming Yue was instantly blasted into the ground.

"You mere brute, how dare you act ferociously on Mount Kunlun! Today I, this Daoist lord, will teach you in place of your master, so you learn what 'vast heaven and earth' means!"

The skinny Daoist who had stepped on auspicious clouds and flown into the sky from the ground had an ugly look; obviously angered by Mu Yi's thunderous blow, and the many gazes drawn by the huge commotion made him lose face.

"Just you?"

Mu Yi pointed a finger at the skinny Daoist, his face showing contempt; he doesn't provoke trouble, but he isn't afraid of it either.

A mere Legend-level little immortal actually thinks he's some ancient big shot, opening and closing his mouth only to call others brutes.

"You don't treat Military Strategist as rations, do you?"

He now finally understands why Shentu warned him that he and his companion could not come to Mount Kunlun; it turns out they already knew what kind of character these 'cow-nosed' ones have.

Even with someone guiding him, if he had charged in blindly, heaven knows how many Daoists would have been printed out enforcing heaven's will.

"Have you gone crazy cultivating? Dare to speak so arrogantly? This knife is to teach you a lesson; if you dare shout again, I'll chop off your dog head!"

"Mu Brother! Mu Brother! Absolutely no fighting here!"

Ming Yue felt the thick gunpowder smell permeating the air, then felt the many gazes projected from afar; his whole body went numb, his mind nearly stopping.

Private fighting on Mount Kunlun is certainly not a good thing.

After all, Mount Kunlun is such a holy place that even former enemies would disguise themselves here; after all, there are always people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens, and the big shots here are countless.

Exchanging a couple of mocking remarks is already the limit, but Mu Yi directly drew his knife, completely giving others a handle to attack him, which would bring trouble from Mount Kunlun's mountain patrols.

However, Ming Yue held onto Mu Yi, but how could he possibly hold back the skinny Daoist?

However, he kept his composure, knowing that his own provocative words had led to the fight; Mu Yi had no scruples, but he still had to observe Mount Kunlun's rules.

He glared with both eyes and shouted at Mu Yi.

"Arrogant brat! I am Kunlinzi of Lisyuan Cave on Mount Kunlun! Tell your name; today I will teach you, in place of your master, what 'respecting teachers and valuing the Dao' means!"

"Just you? You're not worthy to know my name! Come, I'll let you use one hand; let's see what you're capable of!"

How could a Mount Kunlun cultivator who focuses on verbal sparring possibly be a match for Mu Yi, who spends all day mixing in forums?

After just a few words, Kunlinzi was driven mad by Mu Yi, his five vital energies rioting, the three flowers atop his head changing color, and he lost all reason.

"What a sharp-tongued thing! Since you're seeking death, don't blame me for enforcing heaven's will!"

Kunlinzi, who had still been holding back, went completely berserk; pinching his hand seal, the surrounding clouds and mist instantly turned into countless tiny blades that swept toward Mu Yi.

"Ming Yue brother, step back first, don't interfere; let me take care of this, then we'll go on together!" Mu Yi spread his wings behind him, dropped that line, and charged at Kunlinzi.

Ding ding ding!

The fine blades scraped against Mu Yi's body like striking a steel plate of adamantine, ringing with a ding but leaving not a scratch.

"Yellow Turban Warriors! Summon them quickly!"

Kunlinzi's face grew solemn as he extended his hand to summon several Yellow Turban Warriors to surround and attack Mu Yi.

His rear wings like blades and iron shattered every attack in their path; then a killing wind rose, and all the Yellow Turban Warriors blocking the way were cut in half, none left unbroken.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Warriors ineffective, Kunlinzi's face grew even more solemn; he realized Mu Yi might not be a simple Military Strategist brute.

But he didn't care; after all, those who fail to become immortals are merely ants.

"Ding Chou prolongs my life, Ding Hai seizes my soul, Ding You controls my corporeal form, Ding Wei averts disaster, Ding Si dispels danger, Ding Mao dispels calamity; Jia Zi protects my body, Jia Xu preserves my form, Jia Shen secures my life, Jia Wu guards my soul, Jia Chen stabilizes my spirit, Jia Yin nurtures my truth."

Twelve talismans shot from Kunlinzi's hand, the twelve talismans echoing each other, directly trapping the high-speed flying Mu Yi within.

And from all directions, figures began to appear.

"Mu Brother, be careful! This is the Six Ding Six Jia talisman!" Ming Yue shouted loudly, but before his words finished, he was stunned.

Only saw the twelve divine generals summoned by the Six Ding Six Jia talisman, in an instant, all cut in two by Mu Yi's raised hand and falling blade.

The talisman-formed spell formation instantly shattered; Mu Yi's body like lightning, he continued to chase after the retreating Kunlinzi who was stepping on clouds.

He knew Mu Yi was absolutely not simple, but he didn't expect Mu Yi to be this strong.

The Six Ding Six Jia, together with the Four Valor Officers, Twenty-Eight Mansions, Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals, and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, are all Daoist guardian deities; although the Six Ding Six Jia's divine rank is small, it is very important in Daoism.

They are often summoned by Daoists in disaster-averting rituals, to vigorously command wind and thunder, and subdue ghosts and gods.

Even if Kunlinzi's own cultivation is inadequate, the Six Ding Six Jia he summons possess only a ten-thousandth of the true form's power, yet they are still divine generals.

However, Ming Yue overlooked one thing: as a Fifth-rank Yin Spirit, Mu Yi is of the same divine rank as the Six Ding Six Jia; even if the true form were summoned, it could not possibly clash weapons with Mu Yi.

Even if they aren't from the same system, they'd still be colleagues; how could they possibly fight here?

Boom—

Kunlinzi then pulled out several talismans; he is also a rare genius in the art of talisman-making, or put another way, anyone who can own a mountain peak on Mount Kunlun as a cultivator is no simpleton.

But no matter what type of talisman he pulls out, as soon as it begins to condense, it is shattered to pieces by Mu Yi's blade wrapped in killing wind.

Even his robe was cut to shreds; although the combination of robe and talisman hasn't yet been fully broken through by Mu Yi, the killing wind has already turned into blades that slice his body, leaving bloody traces, making him grit his teeth in pain.

He couldn't even remember when he was last injured.

Since learning the Six Ding Six Jia talisman, in most cases he only needs to throw a few talismans while the twelve divine generals trap the opponent, and he can finish them off.

But now he has no time to reminisce; Mu Yi pursues relentlessly, tightly on his tail, and although his cloud-stepping technique is practiced, he simply cannot shake Mu Yi.

"Divine Challenge!"

Seeing Kunlinzi about to flee, Mu Yi directly activated his set skill, a beam of light blocking his escape route.

"Hehehe, still want to run? Take a blow from my blade!"

With his escape route cut off, in an instant Mu Yi reached Kunlinzi's side, his Slash Wave blade swinging down.

Seeing the blade approach, Kunlinzi had no choice but to toss dozens of talismans from his sleeve, hastily activating them like scattering beans, for defense.

Such crude usage couldn't even unleash a third of the talismans' power, but at this point he couldn't care less.

Facing Mu Yi, he simply had no time to calmly deploy talismans.

At the moment the Six Ding Six Jia talisman formation was broken, his only fate was to flee in panic.

"Ah!"

Yet dozens of talismans proved no match for him, unable to hinder Mu Yi even for a moment; his Daoist robe finally gave out with a boom and shattered, and the blade struck straight at his chest.

"Ha! Dual cultivation of life and fate! Still pretty tough!"

Mu Yi raised an eyebrow; his strike was actually blocked by the opponent.

That Ten Thousand Armies Take Head strike, in the flash of lightning and stone, was actually borne bodily by the Daoist before him.

"It kills me with pain!"

Kunlinzi wailed, retreating repeatedly, as Mu Yi carved a deep wound down to the bone on his body, blood pouring out as if he didn't care for his life.

"Looks like your ability isn't as hard as your mouth!"

Mu Yi looked at the disheveled Kunlinzi, a cold smile appearing on his face.

Kunlinzi raised his handheld magic sword to block Mu Yi's attacks repeatedly, but as a cultivator, how could his swordsmanship compare to Mu Yi, a military commander who inherited the power of the Soldier Lord?

"I concede, I concede; it's just a minor quarrel—why fight to the death?"

"Fight to the death? You're not worthy of that!"

Looking at Kunlinzi, Mu Yi couldn't help shaking his head; this guy is nowhere near the legendary mage he faced in the Heroic Spirit Challenge Dungeon—both are legends, yet this guy's combat ability is truly pathetic.

Not only his combat strength, but also his experience—compared to the legendary mage who fell on the Planar Battlefield, this guy is nothing but a hothouse flower.

However, judging by his appearance, he should be a talisman cultivator, a logistical sort; this performance is understandable.

If someone were to take the front for him, his combat might multiply several times—but that's only an ideal scenario.

Now he has no allies, his ability is so poor, yet he dares to mouth off; he truly needs a lesson.

Mu Yi's face showed a feral grin; he hadn't planned to kill Kunlinzi outright—he was here for the trial.

On the Queen Mother of the West's territory, slaying her is improper no matter how you look at it.

However, though the death penalty may be avoided, the living sin cannot escape—take another blow from this grandpa!

Seeing Mu Yi approach, Kunlinzi panicked completely; he could neither flee nor fight, so he could only shout to the heavens for help.

"Fellow Daoists, save me!"

"How can you just watch me be killed on Kunlun Mountain!"

"If I die, where would Kunlun Mountain's face be!"

Seeing Kunlinzi like this, the myriad immortals secretly watching all shook their heads and sighed—truly a disgraceful spectacle.

Being thrown into disarray by a non-immortal Military Strategist disciple is nothing short of a disgrace to Kunlun Mountain.

However, seeing that Mu Yi seems unwilling to let it go, they cannot truly watch Kunlinzi be slain.

Dozens of rainbow lights flew from all directions to Mu Yi's front, blocking his advance.

Mu Yi narrowed his eyes; Kunlun Mountain is indeed terrifying—these folks are likely all from nearby peaks, nearly all immortals, and two of them made his eyes ache when he looked at them.

"Young friend, Kunlinzi has already been taught a lesson for his self-inflicted disgrace; please show mercy and spare him!"

The leading elder with white hair and a youthful face clasped his hands and spoke politely to Mu Yi.

Kunlinzi is indeed miserable now; his former immortal bearing is completely gone, his overall appearance no different from a refugee's.

His Daoist robe is torn to shreds, the hairpin on his head smashed, his disheveled, blood-soaked state is truly hard for other Daoists to behold.

Especially those Daoists who know Kunlinzi's abilities couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for his wretched state, reaching out to cast Daoist arts to begin healing his wounds.

Mu Yi narrowed his eyes; although these Kunlun Mountain folks seem to have come out to uphold justice, because they are fellow Kunlun Daoists, they still retain a hint of united hatred against a common foe.

"Apologize to me, and today's matter will be over!" Mu Yi snorted coldly.

"Young friend, show mercy where you can! This is Kunlun Mountain, not your Military Strategist court!" another Daoist couldn't help but speak out, his words carrying a hint of threat.

"What, you want to stand in for him and trade blows with me!"

Mu Yi showed no deference to the other side, directly retorting.

"Either let him apologize to me, or let him take another blow from me!" Mu Yi felt no fear despite their numbers.

Military Strategist persons advance without retreat; they certainly have no intention of shrinking from battle.

He truly didn't believe this group of Kunlun Daoists dared to do anything to him.

"Young friend, are you really intending to cause trouble in Kunlun Mountain?"

The leading old Daoist's face also showed a hint of anger; Kunlinzi is a Kunlun Mountain person, already embarrassing enough.

Moreover, demanding Kunlinzi apologize means it's not just his face at stake, but theirs, and indeed the whole face of Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlinzi's sense of superiority is shared by them; seeing him step forward while Mu Yi still refuses to back down caused many to narrow their eyes.

"Young friend, show mercy where you can!"

The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, speaking word by word, his aura exuding unprovoked wrath, as if trying to overwhelm Mu Yi.

"What if I say no?"

Mu Yi's body likewise surged with a frenzied aura, directly breaking through the old Daoist's aura.

"With such blood light entwining him, he can be called an Evil Demon and Heretic!"

Mu Yi's whole body was wrapped in blood light, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, causing the Daoists to startle, their gaze toward him instantly turning hostile.

"Young friend, young friend, you even refuse to call me a deity upon my person?"

Mu Yi sneered in reply, the aura of the Yin God representing a fifth-rank deity fully bursting forth from his body.

The Daoists' faces instantly turned constipated; most of the immortals of Kunlun Mountain are not employed by the Heavenly Court.

Had Mu Yi not revealed his identity, it would have been fine; now that he has, they momentarily hesitated, unsure what to do.

They do not join the Heavenly Court, nor seek mortal incense; in daily life they live simply and quietly, cultivating and seeking the Dao, while the Heavenly Court and Underworld basically ignore them.

Both sides seem to maintain a certain tacit understanding, but to truly claim that the Heavenly Court and Underworld have no sway over them is to dream.

The Heavenly Court and Underworld govern all realms; these immortals belong to Kunlun Mountain, and out of respect for the Queen Mother of the West, they are barely counted as extraneous immortals.

Seeing Mu Yi, they indeed needed to respectfully call out "Supreme God".

"Kunlinzi! Apologize to the Supreme God!" The Daoists, caught in a bind, could only clear a way under Mu Yi's lascivious might.

"Kunlinzi has spoken rashly; please, Supreme God, forgive his transgression!"

Kunlinzi could only grit his teeth and apologize; this great karma was more than he could bear, so no matter how displeased he was, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.