Chapter 140: The Aberrant Mu Junwu

Those were five figures that looked exactly alike.

Barefoot, they stepped through the air and arrived in a few swift strides.

Although they looked identical, their powers differed vastly, so the beautiful women's pupils and the colors of their long hair were completely distinct.

They resembled quintuplets.

The Abyss Saint Lord gazed at the five figures approaching from the horizon and sneered, "White Emperor, is this your last lifeline? Five mere demigods dare think they can defeat me?"

Bai Yuan chuckled lightly, "Whether they can defeat you or not, a test will tell."

Seeing Bai Yuan's calm demeanor, the Abyss Saint Lord felt a sudden jolt, a terribly ominous foreboding rising within him.

The Title Douluos and the beasts, upon hearing this, felt their previously chilled hearts rekindle with a yearning to survive and a glimpse of hope.

But the Abyss Saint Lord retorted with an unyielding cold laugh, "I am a true Divine-level being, wielding a super divine artifact; I'm eager to see how they can handle me."

Before the words finished, the Abyss Saint Lord already swung his Asura Sword, which somehow targeted Mu Junwu, the white‑haired, golden‑eyed one among the five.

In an instant, the blood‑light on the Asura Sword grew blindingly intense, like staring at the sun, and a surge of blood‑light erupted.

That blood‑light was emitted by the Asura Sword.

Combined with the Divine-level wielder's activation and the sudden assault, not even a demigod—let alone an ordinary priest—could avoid a fatal dismemberment with a single slip.

In a flash, the dazzling blood‑light pierced heaven and earth, leaving a slender spatial rift that lingered without healing.

It moved at a speed even a demigod‑level powerhouse couldn't react to; even the Snow Emperor, nearly demigod, could only watch a streak of blood‑light slash the heavens.

What then filled everyone's sight was the white‑haired, golden‑eyed woman; her beautiful head was blasted away by a gush of blood, separating from her perfectly sculpted body.

"Is this… death?" Qian Daoliu, the Title Douluos, and even the beasts Emperor Tian and Snow Emperor looked incredulous.

Bai Yuan seemed so confident—could it be a façade?

It wasn't only they who found the scene hard to believe.

Even the Abyss Saint Lord, who delivered the blow, was riddled with questions, despite his strike being capable of unexpectedly killing a Divine-level being.

When he recovered, the Abyss Saint Lord sneered, "White Emperor, is this your last reinforcement? If so, go meet your death!"

Just as the Abyss Saint Lord was about to strike again, Mu Junwu's golden head suddenly, under another force, flew back to its original spot.

A flash of azure light followed, erasing the bloodstain, as if everything that had occurred was merely an illusion.

The Abyss Saint Lord's gaze hardened; he glanced at his Asura Sword, a look of disbelief crossing his handsome face.

Could there truly be someone the super divine artifact cannot kill?

How could this be possible!

The scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Is this death and rebirth?

Or time reversal?

Mu Junwu's wooden body stepped beside Bai Yuan, skillfully wrapping its generous chest around his hand, eyes lifting with a plaintive gaze toward his master.

"Senior brother, the people you have us face, why are they always such tough nuts?" Mu Junwu's wooden body asked coyly.

Bai Yuan tried to withdraw his hand, but Mu Junwu's wooden body now possessed demigod strength; even after the Five‑Elements Array rose, it still held demigod power, making it hard to pull away.

Especially since Bai Yuan did not wish to hurt the wooden body.

He twitched the corner of his mouth; sensing Gu Yue Na's gaze, Bai Yuan hurried, "Better first help the master resolve the trouble before anything else."

The wooden body smiled brightly, "Senior brother, such tough nuts are hard to deal with; only she can, but I'd like a reward from you."

While Mu Junwu's wooden body chatted with Bai Yuan, demanding a reward, the Abyss Saint Lord decisively struck, slaying the remaining four bodies of Mu Junwu.

"How is this possible? How could an immortal exist in this world?" the Abyss Saint Lord roared, his gaze shifting to the wooden body beside Bai Yuan that he had not killed.

The golden body replied coldly, "Wooden body, if you don't act now, when this ends I'll ensure you never see the master again."

The flame body glared at the wooden body, "Count me in."

The water body stared silently at the wooden body; its meaning was crystal clear, and the honest man's earth body offered no counsel.

The wooden body spoke righteously, "Didn't I just act? Otherwise you'd already be dead and would need to split from me. Moreover, those who split off may not even be the same as you now—who can say?"

The golden body's gaze turned ice‑cold.

The flame body caused the sea within a kilometer radius to boil outright.

"Alright, alright, I was teasing you; we share the same origin and are all senior brother's good junior sisters, how could I not save you?" the wooden body said with a bright smile.

But then the Abyss Saint Lord suddenly acted, having just received crucial information: the woman before him whom he hadn't killed was the true key to killing them.

Facing the Abyss Saint Lord's sword that even deities would shy from, the wooden body advanced, while the other four Mu Junwu forms transformed into black, white, red, and yellow lights, merging into its body.

It became a towering willow tree hundreds of meters tall.

This bizarre willow had soil as roots, gold as trunk, water as branches, wood as leaves; the leaves bore an eternal flame, endless dust fell back to the ground and merged into the roots.

The cycle of earth generating metal, metal generating water, water generating wood, wood generating fire, fire generating earth—the Five‑Elements' mutual generation—was vividly embodied in this strange willow.

When a Divine-level powerhouse struck the tree with a super divine artifact, the extremely odd willow emitted an intensely radiant five‑colored light.

The light was peculiar, as if five colors merged into one yet remained distinct, resembling a rainbow across the heavens, giving a dream‑like illusion.

As the five‑colored light appeared, the world, previously stained blood‑red, returned to its normal hues, except for the blood‑colored silhouette on the sea and the Asura Sword, which remained unchanged.

The Abyss Saint Lord's expression turned astonished.

Because the blood‑colored sword light he had just slashed, hovering mid‑air before the bizarre willow emitting divine five‑colored radiance, suddenly fizzled out!

One must know that this attack, launched with Divine-level cultivation and a super divine artifact, would not be shrugged off even by a priest.

Even a Tier‑Three deity could only evade its edge.

Daring not to meet it head‑on.

Yet this attack, upon nearing the willow, abruptly disintegrated, scattering harmlessly, unable to wound it at all.

Bai Yuan's mouth twitched upward slightly.

This is the true pride of heaven.

It is the monster he cultivated, possessing the power of a Half‑step Nascent Soul, a genuine Early Nascent Soul beyond its rank, even a Mid Nascent Soul, all with ease.

(End of chapter)