Chapter 438: Yulong Crisis

A mountain so high it reached the clouds stood majestically upon the ground, and surrounding the mountain was a five-colored light barrier! Looking from afar, it resembled a heavenly god in golden armor, awe-inspiring and imposing!

This mountain was Yulong Immortal Mountain, and at this moment, inside the main hall of Yulong Immortal Mountain, Yang Huzi sat on the main seat with a look of misery on his face, while Liu Qingshan and Ye Ling'er stood below him!

Over the past hundred-plus years, Liu Qingshan's cultivation had advanced to the Nascent Soul Early-stage, while Ye Ling'er had reached the Golden Core Late Stage. The reason these two had improved their cultivation so rapidly was inseparable from the pure Spiritual Qi provided by the Purple Mansion Immortal Cave!

"Are there any unusual movements from the Great Underworld Mansion side?"

Yang Huzi slowly raised his head, his gaze staring hollowly at the entrance of the main hall; his voice sounded extremely powerless.

"Not yet! But it looks like if we don't agree to their conditions this time, they certainly won't let the matter rest!"

Liu Qingshan let out a long sigh. Recently, the cultivators of the Great Underworld Mansion could be said to have gone mad to the extreme; after taking down several immortal mountains in succession, their target had finally fallen upon Yulong Immortal Mountain!

Some time ago, the Great Underworld Mansion sent an envoy, saying they wanted to incorporate the Giant Spirit Pavilion into the lineage of the Great Underworld Mansion. Yang Huzi naturally would not agree, and he even gave that envoy a sound beating, finally telling him to go back and tell Qin Xiaofeng that even if the Giant Spirit Pavilion were reduced to its last soldier and last mountain, it would absolutely never surrender to others!

This action of Yang Huzi's undoubtedly enraged Qin Xiaofeng. A few days later, the Great Underworld Mansion announced to the outside world that they were going to launch a massive attack on Yulong Immortal Mountain, and that after taking the immortal mountain, they would leave no living thing behind!

Sensing the severity of the situation, Yang Huzi had a massive headache. At this moment, how he wished that Zhang Nuo and Zhou Huizheng were still alive; that way, it could alleviate quite a bit of pressure!

Days without these two main forces were truly hard to bear! Yang Huzi was acting as Pavilion Master, and he no longer dared to do things as he had before! He was cautious in everything, fearing he would provoke a major adversary! But this time, even if he were more cautious, it would be of no use, because the Great Underworld Mansion was coming specifically for Yulong Immortal Mountain. Unless he could hand over the immortal mountain, perhaps he could preserve the lives of the many disciples of the Giant Spirit Pavilion!

But with Yang Huzi's stubborn personality, asking him to give the immortal mountain he had worked so hard to build to someone else was more painful than killing him directly!

"Third Leader, why don't we ask the Second Leader for reinforcements!"

Seeing Yang Huzi in such extreme misery, Liu Qingshan was also very anxious in his heart! Don't look at the fact that his cultivation had advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage; if one were to talk about true strength, the Great Underworld Mansion could pick out any Nascent Soul Stage fellow who could wipe him out!

"No! Before we left the Giant Spirit Pavilion on the Central Continent, we had already brought out all the most elite disciples. If we were to draw more manpower from there, it would surely damage its foundation! Furthermore, this place is tens of thousands of miles away from the Central Continent; even if the Second Leader were willing to come, I fear that distant water cannot quench a near thirst!"

The Giant Spirit Pavilion on the Central Continent was their foundation. Once it suffered a setback, the name 'Giant Spirit Pavilion' would be erased from the world. Therefore, Yang Huzi would rather lose Yulong Immortal Mountain than ever use the forces there!

"But, with our current strength, we are simply no match for the Great Underworld Mansion!"

The color drained from Ye Ling'er's calm face. Back then, the Great Underworld Mansion could easily wipe out the Divine Sword Sect. Although the current Giant Spirit Pavilion could not be mentioned in the same breath as the Divine Sword Sect, the Great Underworld Mansion was also no longer the same Great Underworld Mansion as before!

Just those three Nascent Soul Stage cultivators alone could beat the Giant Spirit Pavilion until it had no power to fight back!

"Elder Liu! You gather the most elite disciples in the Pavilion, and then secretly collect all the useful things on the immortal mountain. Once the immortal mountain falls, you take them and return to the Central Continent!"

"Third Leader, what about you?"

Liu Qingshan's expression changed. What Yang Huzi was doing was merely trying to preserve some strength for the Giant Spirit Pavilion.

"Me? Heh! The Pavilion Master and Zhang Nuo both fell on this land! I will not leave here alive either; even if I die, I will die on Yulong!"

A flash of ruthlessness suddenly crossed his miserable face. Making him live by compromising was worse than giving him a clean cut! Yang Huzi had resolved himself to die; even if he died, he would drag a few from the Great Underworld Mansion down with him!

"Third Leader..."

"No need to say more! My mind is made up! You go and start preparing now!"

He had wanted to speak to dissuade Yang Huzi, but the moment Liu Qingshan's words left his mouth, he was interrupted! Waving his hand slightly, Yang Huzi silently closed his eyes. That expression of helplessness, pain, and powerlessness made Ye Ling'er's heart sink! How she wished that Zhang Nuo had not died! If Zhang Nuo were still here, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope! After all, from the very beginning, Zhang Nuo had given everyone a lot of hope!

Almost all the cultivators in the Giant Spirit Pavilion knew about the Great Underworld Mansion coming to attack the mountain, and everyone clearly knew what this portended! Without Zhou Huizheng, the Giant Spirit Pavilion had been no different from an empty shell these past years! What made them even more disheartened was that Zhang Nuo, this Fourth Master, had also fallen on the First Immortal Mountain; they had no possibility of victory in this battle!

A heavy, dejected atmosphere shrouded the entire immortal mountain; everyone in their hearts understood the outcome after this battle! However, there were still many disciples loyal to the Giant Spirit Pavilion who took out the sharpest Magic Treasures in their hands, preparing to live or die with Yulong Immortal Mountain!

Zhang Nuo and Su Haizhen were slowly flying through the air. The joy of escaping the 'Nine Nether Cold Pool' these past days had faded quite a bit!

"Do you think that when we return to the Giant Spirit Pavilion and Pavilion Master Zhou sees you, he will be very surprised?"

Su Haizhen was wrapped in Zhang Nuo's escape light, turning her face to ask with a smile.

"That goes without saying!"

Zhang Nuo pulled her into his arms, but a glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes! Zhou Huizheng had been nothing but good to him; ever since he joined the Giant Spirit Pavilion, he had always treated him like his own brother!

"I wonder what major events have happened in the Pavilion these past few years!"

Recalling the past, Zhang Nuo felt a wave of emotion in his heart. It had been over a hundred years since he left the Giant Spirit Pavilion; the changes there must be great, and perhaps Linger had even advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage!

Thinking of this, Zhang Nuo accelerated his flight speed. A streak of light pierced the sky, speeding toward the direction of Yulong Immortal Mountain! A few days later, when Yulong Immortal Mountain appeared before Zhang Nuo's eyes, he saw a completely different scene!

He saw a group of cultivators, numbering at least several thousand, surrounding the main entrance of the immortal mountain. These people looked like fierce gods and evil spirits, holding Magic Treasures in their hands, and all their might was directed at a single person standing at the entrance of the immortal mountain!

"Haizhen! Something is wrong; you go down first and prepare some large-scale attack Dharma Arrays!"

What kind of person was Zhang Nuo? As soon as he saw that posture, he immediately understood that something was amiss! Su Haizhen did not ask any more questions, nodded slightly, and then slowly descended toward the ground!

Leaving Zhang Nuo alone, he saw his figure move, and he entered the immortal mountain from the other side!

"Yang Huzi! How come the Giant Spirit Pavilion is left with only you?"

Looking at Yang Potian standing at the entrance of the immortal mountain, a cultivator standing in front of the crowd of thousands curled his lips and said arrogantly. This person was none other than Shi Liang! After not seeing him for over a hundred years, he had also entered the Nascent Soul Stage. Although he only had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Early-stage, his Mysterious Technique could not be underestimated!

"What I hate most are traitors! What, Shi Liang, after joining the Great Underworld Mansion, are you doing well? Have you forgotten those dead Divine Sword Sect disciples?"

The matter of the Divine Sword Sect back then was no longer a secret, especially for the Giant Spirit Pavilion where Ye Ling'er was; they knew the events of that time like the back of their hand! Seeing Shi Liang's look of a petty man who had achieved his ambition, Yang Huzi felt a surge of anger!

Others might have the qualifications to point fingers in front of him, but only Shi Liang did not! Bearing the reputation of a traitor, everyone had the right to punish him!

"You..."

As the saying goes, when hitting a person, don't hit the face; when scolding a person, don't scold their shortcomings. But Yang Huzi had ripped open Shi Liang's old wounds right from the start, so how could he step down from this?

"Yang Huzi! Today I am not here to engage in a war of words with you! One last question: are you going to hand over this Yulong Immortal Mountain or not?"

Looking at the furious Shi Liang, Yang Huzi smiled coldly, two streaks of chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes! Recalling the scene of Zhang Nuo and Zhou Huizheng fighting Taixu Palace back then! The pride in his heart rose abruptly!

But in the blink of an eye, things had changed and people were gone; Zhang Nuo and Zhou Huizheng were both gone, and he was left alone to face the thousands of the Great Underworld Mansion!

"My Giant Spirit Pavilion, although not some famous sect, has always acted openly and honorably! You want me to offer up the immortal mountain? Fine! But you will have to step over my corpse!"

Silently circulating his Mysterious Technique, Yang Huzi's shrill, long roar shook the surrounding space until it trembled! The aura of one man blocking the pass, ten thousand unable to open it, burst forth!

"Haha! Yang Huzi! Who do you think you are! A heavenly god descending to earth? With just your own strength, can you contend with the thousands behind me? Truly a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

Shi Liang laughed arrogantly, looking at Yang Potian with disdain; it seemed he wanted to live or die with the immortal mountain today! But before Shi Liang's laughter could stop! A deep, powerful voice suddenly rang out from behind Yang Potian!

"Who said he is alone? He is not alone! He still has us!"

This voice was like a giant ship breaking through a flood, mixed with profound Mysterious Technique, and it struck like a thunderclap above Yulong Immortal Mountain! The wind and clouds changed color because of it, and the earth shook because of it!

Yang Huzi's heart sank! He did not know who was still coming out to fight at such a moment. Hadn't he told Liu Qingshan before? To take the elite disciples of the Pavilion and return to the Central Continent! How could they have come out again!

But then he thought again and felt something was wrong! The person who just made the sound clearly had cultivation that was not weak, perhaps even above his own; who could this be?

Just as Yang Huzi was completely baffled, Shi Liang, who was opposite him, had his eyes wide open, and in the depths of his pupils, a light of fear appeared, as if he had seen a ghost!