Chapter 1250

He wore a hideous and terrifying Asura mask.

As Gu Hanyuan's reputation spread across the various nations,

the name "Wutian" also resounded throughout them.

Even in terms of intimidation,

Wutian was a cut above.

After all, compared to Gu Hanyuan, who—though slightly overbearing—was still reasonable and followed order,

Wutian's unscrupulous style of conduct was even more daunting.

Especially since there was a gap in their combat records.

Although few people dared to question Gu Hanyuan's status as the number one expert beneath the Earth Immortal Realm,

Wutian had truly and concretely killed an Earth Immortal from South Shaolin.

And this was only the result after the incident of the two Island Masters of the Knight Island being killed was covered up.

Otherwise, the level of terror would have been even higher.

This was just the intimidation brought by Wutian personally.

Not to mention the "Luo Wang" that had the entire Jianghu of Song Guo in a state of panic.

Even for the level of people like those from the Huashan Sword Sect,

"Luo Wang" was even more threatening.

After all, Wutian's position was too high; they found it hard to have a tangible sense of him.

Now that they had truly seen Wutian,

they felt a panic similar to accidentally bumping into the final boss just after leaving the novice village.

Gu Hanyuan, having hidden in the shadows and pondered for a while, had decided to appear in the identity of Wutian.

Besides recruiting the ruthless Sun Zhongjun into "Luo Wang,"

he also prepared to build some presence with Prince Ning of Ming Guo.

Given Prince Ning's ambition,

Wutian was naturally worth him paying a high price to win over.

And he could use this to achieve the goal of disrupting the situation in Ming Guo.

It was naturally impossible to go knocking on the door uninvited.

So he had to build some presence to force Prince Ning to take the initiative to make contact.

Mu Renqing asked with a solemn face:

"May I ask what business you have, Wutian?"

Gu Hanyuan looked at Mu Renqing with an indifferent gaze,

which stung his heart with coldness.

The voice transmitted through the Asura mask became increasingly cold and gloomy.

"This seat has already stated clearly: since Sect Master Mu does not want this beautiful grand-disciple, why not gift her to this seat?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

They had indeed heard this statement once before,

but they had all taken it as Wutian's mocking words.

They hadn't expected that he actually wanted to take Sun Zhongjun away.

Sun Zhongjun was also completely stunned at this moment.

She had no idea how she had caught Wutian's eye.

However, just at this moment, her waist tightened, and she suddenly felt a force.

Sun Zhongjun, who had never been touched by a man at such close range, felt her pretty face flush bright red.

Subconsciously, she felt she had guessed Wutian's purpose.

For a moment, she was uncharacteristically shy.

Sun Zhongjun was naturally brave and fierce, with no sense of justice in her heart,

so she naturally held no ill will toward Wutian.

Moreover, he had spared her the pain of a severed arm.

She only felt that if Wutian had truly taken a fancy to her, it wouldn't be unacceptable.

Regardless of Sun Zhongjun's wild thoughts,

everyone else had the same guess.

After all, Sun Zhongjun still had quite a bit of charm.

Mu Renqing's face was somewhat ugly.

Although Sun Zhongjun often caused trouble and was not of great importance to the Huashan Sword Sect,

it was one thing for him to punish Sun Zhongjun, but gifting her to Wutian was another matter entirely.

Wutian's action was no different from slapping the Huashan Sword Sect in the face.

But Mu Renqing did not dare to offend Wutian,

so he hesitated for a moment.

Gui Xinshu, however, could not endure such humiliation.

He said in a deep voice:

"Master, you cannot! Otherwise, how will the people of the Jianghu view our Huashan Sword Sect in the future?"

Huang Zhen was anxious upon hearing this

and advised:

"But since Wutian has come to the door to demand her, if we refuse, the consequences are unpredictable."

He only felt that he had the worst luck in eight lifetimes.

A few days ago, he had just been suppressed by Gu Hanyuan at the Wen family,

and now he had run into Wutian,

and encountered such a difficult situation.

He felt that he must not have checked the almanac before leaving the house.

In his view,

rather than fighting for that bit of dispensable face,

it was better to do a favor.

Befriending Wutian was more in line with the interests of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Gui Xinshu shouted angrily:

"If you want to send her, send her yourself. I will absolutely not agree. At worst, it's just death."

Gui Erniang also echoed:

"Having walked the Jianghu for so many years, are we afraid of death?"

No matter how many flaws Gui Xinshu and his wife had,

at least their integrity of "rather break than bend" was beyond reproach.

Of course, this was also because their weakness was not here.

Gu Hanyuan's eyes flickered with a dark light.

He sneered and said:

"Not afraid of death is best. It just so happens that since this seat has accepted Sun Zhongjun, I must vent the anger for her almost severed arm... As for whether you can survive, struggle to your heart's content."

After saying this, he waved his hand casually amidst the drastically changed expressions of the crowd.

Sword Qi shot out across the sky.

With Gu Hanyuan's current Sword Dao cultivation,

he could control his Sword Qi with ease.

However, to fit his persona, the core of the Sword Qi remained the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique."

Except for "Sword Twenty-Three,"

all other sword moves had been mastered,

no longer limited to the moves from "Sword One" to "Sword Twenty-Two."

Huang Zhen's "Wait a moment, let's talk this over" had not yet been spoken. ===== CHAPTER 1252 =====