Chapter 64: Coming to Slay the Dragon, We Will Win! (Please Follow, Please Follow!)

Xie Mu was numb!

Originally!

He had thought that seven of them together, even if they couldn’t match the Yellow Dao, could at least gain the upper hand and suppress him.

“Give it some effort, you lot!”

Yet, fate is unpredictable.

The Yellow Dao was overpowering all seven.

He extended two long, jade-like fingers, each joint clearly defined, gently pinching the sword thrusting through the air, then flicked his fingertips—a silent force rippled outward like waves.

Ma Bao instantly felt a tremendous force surge through him, nearly losing his balance, his long sword nearly slipping from his grip.

Ma Bao, the Imperial Palace’s Seal-Bearer Eunuch, a top-tier swordsman in the martial world, known as “Sword Like a Dragon.”

He was just one step away from entering the Grand Master realm.

Yet now, before the Yellow Dao, he appeared utterly defenseless.

Had it not been for the six behind him swiftly channeling palm energy to absorb most of the force, his entire arm would surely have been shattered.

Seeing this, the seven felt a chill creep into their hearts.

They attacked together.

Six different forces converged, encircling the Yellow Dao like a spinning wheel.

The Yellow Dao kept one hand behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a Grand Master.

A smile curled at his lips; his shadow within the room seemed dreamlike, as if splitting into three.

“Demon Body Technique!”

Everyone in the chamber was stunned.

They recognized it—the forbidden secret of the Demon Sect’s Mie Tian Men: the Demon Body Technique.

Legend says that at its peak, the cultivator manifests as three bodies, inscrutable to gods and demons—the Yellow Dragon’s display was the perfect proof.

The strongest among the seven, the palm master, now wore a grave expression.

He knew the Yellow Dao’s power was unfathomable; if they didn’t reverse the situation quickly, all seven would die here tonight.

He dared not hope for victory—only escape from the Demon Master.

He had once fought a Grand Master himself, and knew they were no longer human.

Transcending reason!

So he struck first!

His body moved with his palm—six palms stacked in an instant, roaring with fierce energy toward the Yellow Dragon’s chest.

Ma Bao spun and drew his sword, blade flashing across the Yellow Dao’s entire body.

The seven moved in perfect sync—each strike a killing blow.

Yet!

The Yellow Dao moved as if strolling through a courtyard, effortlessly evading every attack, countering each with perfect precision.

The Yellow Dao remained calm, remarking leisurely:

“Your palm technique, though learned from Jiang Xiaoyue, only mimics its form. Know this: his training in water was merely surface—true essence lies in cultivating the heart and spirit when the water is still. You’ve barely touched its skin.”

Jiang Xiaoyue was one of the four Grand Masters of Daqing.

The Yellow Dao continued:

“Your swordplay is impressive; given time, you might reach Grand Master status. But today, you’ve met me… what a pity.”

“I have no time to tangle with you. Tonight, I came only to slay the dragon.”

At these words, Ma Bao’s heart clenched tightly!

He must send word quickly—alert the Emperor to the danger here, so he can flee the mountain.

Though ten thousand Imperial Guards were stationed on the mountain, the narrow terrain made formation deployment impossible.

A Grand Master could move as if through an empty land.

The Yellow Dao lightly stepped down—the seven felt their spirits falter.

The palm master’s heart surged with dread—he sensed something terrible was coming.

All he could think of was escape!

All he felt was regret!

How had he been so foolish to challenge a Grand Master? This was suicide!

Wealth and glory meant nothing compared to his own life.

But it was too late.

The Yellow Dao’s five fingers had already clamped over his crown, completely blocking his vision.

The Grand Master’s heart filled with terror—fear flooded him like a tide; he struggled to speak, begging for mercy.

“Spare… my life.”

The Yellow Dao gave a gentle tug—the Grand Master bled from all seven orifices, his head rolling to the ground.

The Yellow Dao chuckled:

“Spare? Next time, shout louder—I couldn’t hear you.”

The remaining six witnessed this and were utterly shattered.

Without hesitation, they turned and fled.

The Yellow Dao merely smiled faintly, his fingers flicking lightly, like plucking a zither—threads of spiritual light shimmered.

In an instant!

Five of them lay decapitated, sprawled in pools of blood.

Only Ma Bao remained in the chamber!

His long sword had been shattered in repeated clashes; his entire arm could no longer lift.

He sat slumped on the ground, utterly paralyzed, eyes wide with shock.

How could a Grand Master be this strong? Instantly slaying two Grand Masters and four top-tier experts?

His gaze suddenly shifted strangely.

“Above Grand Master…”

He remembered his master, the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old Chen Sanzhong, who had said the Primordial Gate had now opened.

Above Grand Master lies the Primordial Realm.

The Yellow Dao smiled:

“Correct. Too bad there’s no prize.”

He spared Ma Bao’s life because he intended to use him to find the Emperor.

Xie Mu sat aside, sighing heavily.

“This… you’re just delivering your heads!”

At that moment!

A figure pushed open the door.

The Yellow Dao’s eyes flickered—he had not sensed anyone approaching.

He turned to look.

The dark clouds parted, spilling moonlight into the room.

Bathed in moonlight, a Daoist appeared silently—handsome, radiating heroic vigor.

The Daoist’s gaze swept over the scattered corpses, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

He paused, sensing the air, then patted his chest, muttering to himself:

“Good, good!”

“Didn’t arrive too late—if the old Emperor died on Mount Zhongnan, it’d be trouble.”

“Brother will scold me again.”

The Daoist’s eyes turned to the Yellow Dragon, Ma Bao, and Xie Mu.

He seemed confused—clearly bewildered.

Ma Bao recognized him at once, shouting urgently:

“Run!”

“Young Master, flee! Warn the Emperor—this man is the Demon Master Huang Dao, here to assassinate!”

The newcomer was Lu Yu, known among the Lu Family Army as the Young Master!

Ma Bao knew Lu Yu’s martial cultivation was high—he might still escape in time.

But the Yellow Dao chuckled softly: “It’s probably too late.”

Xie Mu sighed—he knew Lu Yu’s name, but understood far better the terrifying power of the Demon Master Huang Dao.

Lu Yu finally realized the sides.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar in the room, speaking casually:

“Master Ma, relax, relax.”

“We’ll win.”

Ma Bao sighed, shaking his head: “A Grand Master is beyond mortal strength to oppose!”

Lu Yu stretched his wrists, assuming an ancient fist posture.

An unparalleled aura surged forth.

Like a mountain, like a peak!

Like an ocean, like a abyss!

Seeing this, Ma Bao’s pupils shrank sharply, his voice trembling:

“This… this is the Grand Master realm!”

Huang Dao also frowned deeply, his gaze filled with unprecedented gravity as he said solemnly:

“Twenty years out of the Jianghu, yet heroes rise anew.”

“Let me test your mettle!”

With that, Huang Dao’s palm glowed faintly, his eyes as deep as midnight, and darkness seemed to swallow the surroundings.

Lu Yu also shed his earlier laziness, his eyes now calm and still.

“Ten years on the battlefield, nearly dying countless times, yet my resolve never wavered. This punch was forged in my army—crushing the enemy’s front, advancing without retreat.”

“Name: Break Ten Thousand Armies.”

Threads of spiritual energy converged, and within the arena, an image arose—as if a thousand cavalry and ten thousand soldiers thundered past.

The aura of their clash was too fierce for Ma Bao to discern.

Yet deep inside, he still doubted Lu Yu’s chances.

After all, twenty years ago Huang Dao was already a Grand Master—and now he had advanced further.

“Boom!”

The temple’s roof was ripped open by a massive hole; countless tiles rained down, dust swirling thickly, obscuring all sight.

Above, the star-strewn sky revealed itself, the moon bright and full.

Xie Mu watched this scene, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, unable to believe such power could be human.

Ma Bao’s eyes burned with anxiety and urgency—who had won this Grand Master duel?

The dust cleared!

Lu Yu brushed the ash from his clothes, looking relaxed.

On the other side,

Huang Dao lay battered and broken in the shadow of the wall, blood oozing from his mouth, his gaze sharp as blades, fixed unblinkingly on Lu Yu.

“Who are you?”

Lu Yu smiled: “Too lazy to tell you.”

Ma Bao stood beside them, stunned silent.

Lu Yu turned to him and said: “I told you—I’d win.”

Xie Mu was equally speechless; he had never imagined this young master of the Lu family was so terrifyingly strong!

Seeing Huang Dao severely injured, unable even to stand, Ma Bao hurriedly said:

“Young Master, please finish off this demon.”

Lu Yu didn’t care either way; he walked step by step toward Huang Dao.

Huang Dao gave a bitter smile.

“I never thought Huang Long would die here—so close, just one step away!”

“It is fate!”

Xie Mu realized his good friend “Huang Dao” was likely doomed, and a pang of sorrow rose in his heart.

Then Xie Mu suddenly remembered!

“Young Master, just now a heretical monk tried to kill Shao Bao.”

Hearing this, Lu Yu froze. A sharp, lethal aura erupted from him.

In an instant, he appeared beside Xie Mu, his gaze like lightning, piercing straight into Xie Mu’s eyes.

Intimidated by Lu Yu’s stare, Xie Mu trembled and repeated his words.

Lu Yu no longer hesitated—he shot out of the building.

He leapt from the mountain peak, plunging down the cliff.

The bright moon hung high above.

Lu Yu’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

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