Chapter 720: The Peerless Powerhouse Hidden in Mogan Mountain

The Drunkard took a drink every two steps as he headed toward Mogan Mountain, pausing from time to time to admire the surrounding scenery, as if he were merely a traveler out for a hike.

Yet Mogan Mountain was a gathering place for the cultivators of Dahe Kingdom, so naturally, trespassing was not permitted.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, the gazes of the Mogan Mountain disciples immediately swept over him, and one disciple shouted, "Who are you, and why have you come to our Mogan Mountain? Do you have an invitation?"

The Drunkard took a sip of wine and said indifferently, "Tell Mo Shanshan to come down and see me."

His voice was very old, old to the extreme, and unpleasant to the extreme, as if every word carried the stench of the corpses of craftsmen from a thousand-year-old imperial tomb.

The four disciples immediately frowned, and one of the more hot-tempered disciples even pointed his sword at him and sneered, "Who do you think you are? You even dare to order the Mountain Master to come down and see you. State your purpose, and we will consider whether to report it to the Mountain Master. Otherwise, leave at once, lest you bring disaster upon yourself."

The Drunkard looked at the sword in the disciple's hand and frowned: "I don't like others pointing weapons at me, because it makes me feel that my life is threatened. Although your swords are no different from the mandibles of ants to me, I just don't like it. Things I don't like should be destroyed."

Upon hearing the Drunkard compare their swords to the mandibles ants used for eating and fighting, the four disciples should have been very angry.

But they had no time to be angry, because when this man's voice traveled from the air into their ears, it made their souls tremble, their faces instantly turned pale, their bodies suddenly grew as cold as ice, and they were in such extreme pain from the shock that their entire bodies felt as if they were about to fall apart.

Then, their bodies were torn to pieces.

Even Mogan Mountain, covered in green grass, trembled slightly, showing faint signs of loosening.

"If the mountain will not come to see me, then I shall go to see the mountain."

The Drunkard strode straight in, heading toward the mountain gate. Along the way, many disciples brandished their swords and rushed up, but often, just as their long swords were drawn, they would "Crack!" and shatter, and the casualties among the Mogan Mountain disciples were not few.

When the Drunkard arrived at the Ink Pool, a "Clang" of a sword chime pierced the air, and a sword light like a wild goose arrow shot toward the center of his brow.

"Interesting." The Drunkard raised an eyebrow; this was actually not a Flying Sword, but the Hand-held Sword that Liu Bai was most skilled at. Moreover, both the sword momentum and Sword Intent had reached an extremely high level.

But his expression did not change, nor did his figure move; he casually flicked his finger, and with a crisp "Ding," the sword light shattered, and a young girl in a green dress, about ten years old, groaned and stumbled backward.

"Careful."

A white dress fluttered, and Mo Shanshan, looking like an elf, appeared.

Her waterfall-like hair flew, graceful as a startled swan, and her fair hands pressed against the back of Tianmaonv, helping her neutralize this powerful force.

The Drunkard put down his wine gourd, wiped his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.

In his narrowed eyes, there was a faint sense of appreciation. As a cultivator who had lived for who knows how many years, it was an appreciation for a talented junior. But if one looked deeper, one could see that his gaze was so indifferent and detached, because in his long life he had long since seen through everything, was weary of human affairs, and was heartless toward all things in heaven and earth.

"Thank you, Senior, for showing mercy."

Mo Shanshan's gaze fell on the wine gourd at the Drunkard's waist, and although she had guessed the identity of the visitor, her beautiful face remained as tranquil as ever.

"Come with me." The Drunkard nodded, pondered, and pointed at the pale-faced Tianmaonv: "You come too."

Mo Shanshan lowered her head: "Forgive my presumption, Senior, but why must we go with you? Could it be, could it be because of Mr. Yu?"

"What a clever girl."

The Drunkard took a sip of wine and said: "We want to deal with Yu Liancheng, but he is indeed a thorny character. Unlike the butcher who wants to split the path to eternal life with one blade, I prefer to use my brain a bit more."

"Yu Liancheng is perhaps a person from beyond the heavens; he appeared abruptly last year, and before that, he was a blank slate. And the only people who seem to have even a slight connection to him are you two little girls. Although he may not necessarily care much about you, if I were to pluck off the heads of you two little girls right in front of him, or cut open your abdomens and dig out your hearts, I imagine his mind would also be distracted for an instant."

"That would also be the best moment for me to strike, a fatal blow."

The Drunkard did not shy away from stating his plan, speaking eloquently, seemingly completely unaware of the cruel implications of his words.

After hearing these words, even with Mo Shanshan's temperament, she could not help but sink her brow.

Tianmaonv was even more angry and afraid, her delicate body trembling, and her large eyes slightly reddened: "You, you are despicable, shameless..."

Mo Shanshan's pretty face sank as she said: "As a senior, to actually use such methods to win, do you not feel it is too despicable?"

"Despicable? Heh, if you had experienced the Eternal Night, you would find my methods quite gentle." The Drunkard said: "Alright, come with me."

"In that case, please forgive this junior for being rude."

Mo Shanshan's expression tightened slightly as she extended a slender finger and simply drew a "One" in the air.

In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged.

One is the sword.

One is the beginning.

One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things.

Thus, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi began to rage, and countless Sword Qi surged toward the Drunkard, each strand of Sword Qi possessing the power to cut metal and break jade.

This was the 'One' character talisman created by Yu Liancheng, and Mo Shanshan could now easily draw this talisman.

And the power of this talisman was also extremely strong; even a powerhouse at the Knowing Destiny Upper Realm would likely have to prepare for a serious battle.

But the Drunkard was a peerless powerhouse above the Five Realms, with no distance and no measure. He merely extended a hand, and this hand seemed to grow infinitely, encompassing heaven and earth, grabbing all the Sword Qi into his palm, and then with a casual squeeze, all the Sword Qi was crushed, turning into scattered force that surged wildly in all directions.

"To become a Divine Talisman Master at such a young age, your future is limitless. If you continue to cultivate, you may not necessarily fail to surpass me in the future. But unfortunately, you are still far behind right now."

The Drunkard shook his head and reached out to grab again, intending to take Mo Shanshan and Tianmaonv away.

Boom!

Suddenly, a violent aura erupted from the other side of Mogan Mountain, shooting into the sky and stirring the colors of heaven and earth.

"There is another expert on this Mogan Mountain?"

The Drunkard's expression sank, and before he could think further, he heard a whistling sound like a landslide or a tsunami coming from afar, violently pulling out an air wave like an angry dragon.

The air wave swept across the sky, the lawn and floorboards "Boomed" as they rolled upward, and the buildings around Mogan Mountain also seemed to have been hit by a typhoon at close range, with doors and walls shattered and bricks and tiles flying everywhere.

The next moment, a massive, fiery-red figure had already appeared before the Drunkard, a head of red hair dancing in the air like burning flames, carrying an aura that dominated all living things, and threw a punch directly at the Drunkard.