Chapter 722: Hello there, friends inside

The people of the Xiling Divine Palace did not know why the Caijuedashengonguan had stepped into the pristine white Divine Palace, did not know what the Caijuedashengonguan had said to the Headmaster, nor what he had done, and they did not know what this historic meeting signified, or what it would bring to the Xiling Divine Palace.

They only heard the sound of wind, a violent sound of wind, a sound of wind more terrifying than the hurricanes of the East Sea of the Song Kingdom, as if countless giants were roaring in battle.

They only saw the Divine Brilliance, the Haotian Divine Brilliance, thicker and more sacred than the Divine Brilliance of all the Divine Officials combined, breaking through the clouds in the sky and descending into the pristine white Daodian.

Every believer who heard the wind and saw the Divine Brilliance knelt on the ground in terror and awe, trembling with fear.

Inside the Divine Palace, Xiong Chumo spread his arms, using his body to receive the Haotian Divine Brilliance. That short stature seemed to become incomparably tall and majestic, like a towering mountain range. The lecherous expression was swept away, replaced instead by a sense of holiness, as if every pore were radiating an aura of sacred light, powerful to the extreme.

"You thought I was injured in the battle in the Wilderness, and therefore did not participate in the war to conquer Tang. You were wrong, completely wrong." Xiong Chumo revealed a smug smile: "After the battle between Haotian and Fuzi, she sprinkled her grace upon the human world; not only have I long since recovered my strength in the Tianqi Realm, but I have ascended to an even higher level than before."

It turned out that after Haotian sensed Yu Liancheng returning to the human world from the Divine Kingdom, although she slept beneath the ice and snow to heal her wounds, she had done many things.

For example, sending dreams to the Butcher and the Drunkard.

For example, helping Wang Shusheng enter above the Five Realms.

For example, restoring Xiong Chumo's injuries...

"I truly don't know why Haotian would value a lecherous little eunuch like you so highly; it seems her eyes are indeed very blind." Ye Hongyu merely shook her head.

"I see you are courting death!

" Xiong Chumo was furious; he raised his right fist, lowered his waist, and drew in a breath. In an instant, the millions of peach blossoms on Taoshan began to tremble, emitting wisps of light that gathered upon this small fist, causing the entire fist to bloom with a brilliant, blinding radiance, as if a scorching sun were exploding within the momentum of the punch.

Boom!

Following the strike of this punch, a fist-force condensed from the Bright Divine Brilliance flew out, slamming toward Ye Hongyu like a giant cannonball.

It seemed that because this punch was too strong and too violent, by the time the fist-force reached before Ye Hongyu, she had not yet had time to draw her sword.

Xiong Chumo's face showed joy, but he saw Ye Hongyu's figure instantly torn apart and shattered, disappearing like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water.

"Not good, it's an illusion!?"

Xiong Chumo's expression changed; he finally reacted, but a flash of sword light had already pierced toward him.

This sword came so fast.

The sword struck out like lightning across the sky, or like an aurora in the dark night, ignoring space and time as if they were nothing. The peerlessly sharp Sword Qi pierced the air, and a sharp, shrill whistle erupted in the void.

"Ah!

"

Blood splashed; Xiong Chumo let out a pained cry and stumbled backward. His right arm had been shredded by the Sword Qi, and blood gushed from the severed limb like a fountain.

At the critical moment, he had used his right arm to block the strike, but it had also left him completely crippled.

Ye Hongyu pointed her sword tip obliquely at the ground, blood dripping continuously from the tip: "Trash is trash; even if you have entered the Tianqi Realm, you are still just trash in the Tianqi Realm."

"You, what kind of sword technique is this?" Xiong Chumo's face was pale; he condensed the white Divine Brilliance at his right arm to stop the blood from gushing.

"The sword technique that kills you."

Ye Hongyu's voice remained calm: "I said, today is your death day."

A look of panic appeared on Xiong Chumo's face; for every step Ye Hongyu advanced, he stumbled back a step.

"It is a pity, but none of this will happen."

However, just at this moment, a voice rang out from the corner of the Daodian.

The place where the sound came from was in the shadows of the Daodian. But as this voice sounded, that inconspicuous shadow suddenly brightened, as if it had become the most magnificent, wealthy, and luminous place in the world. The light originated from the person speaking in the corner, a thin, elderly Daoist, as if ten thousand rays of light were shooting out from his body.

—The South Sea Great Divine Official, Zhao Nanhai.

The Bright Great Divine Official is the person closest to Haotian; in the past thousand years, there have been three extremely remarkable Bright Great Divine Officials who brought great turmoil to the human world.

The first was the one from a thousand years ago who traveled far to the Wilderness with the Tianshumingzijuanshu to preach, but ultimately founded the Ming Sect. The most recent one was Wei Guangming, who was imprisoned in Youge for over a decade and eventually died in Chang'an.

The remaining one was the Bright Great Divine Official from six hundred years ago, who, because he modified and annotated the teachings and dogmas, was not recognized by the Xiling Divine Palace, triggering the most tragic internal strife and chaos in the last thousand years, eventually fleeing to the South Sea to establish the South Sea lineage.

And this Zhao Nanhai was the successor of that Great Divine Official from back then.

Footsteps sounded.

Another person stepped into the pristine white Divine Palace.

It was a very ordinary middle-aged Daoist.

After the Temple Master Chen Mou was driven away by Fuzi and could not return to shore, this was the middle-aged Daoist who had been presiding over the Zhishou Temple.

He had handled affairs for decades without any display, appearing to be just an ordinary person.

He also stood there just like an ordinary person, quite ordinarily.

But no one could underestimate him.

"So... the Temple Master wants to kill me..."

The only ones capable of commanding Zhao Nanhai and this middle-aged Daoist in the entire world were the Temple Master of Zhishou Temple, Chen Mou.

"Did the Temple Master perceive my intentions long ago? But why didn't he stop me from severing Xiong Chumo's arm earlier? Was it to use my hand to discipline this Headmaster favored by Haotian? Or did he feel that severing Xiong Chumo's arm was compensation for me?"

Ye Hongyu pondered for a moment, then shook her head, her face devoid of any emotion, merely sweeping her gaze calmly over the three of them: "Then, come!"

"

Sword light.

Sword light filling the sky.

Bang!

The middle-aged Daoist pressed a palm onto Ye Hongyu's back.

Ye Hongyu immediately spat out blood, and her body flew out like a willow catkin in the wind.

She landed unsteadily, her face pale, her aura weak, her red robes stained with blood, barely supporting her body with her sword.

There was blood on the sword.

The blood came from the Headmaster, Xiong Chumo.

Xiong Chumo was not dead either, and was screaming in agony.

His remaining hand and two legs were also severed by Ye Hongyu during the exchange, turning him completely into a human stump. Moreover, there was a sense of death within the wounds, making them difficult to heal and causing them to bleed incessantly.

Unless Haotian is willing to treat him personally, I fear it will be difficult for him to ever recover as before.

In reality, Ye Hongyu had several opportunities to kill Xiong Chumo, but she did not.

A Sect Leader whose cultivation has been crippled and whose limbs have all been severed seems much more amusing.

It turns out that deep down, she still harbors a profound resentment toward this Sect Leader.

"Remarkable, truly remarkable." A wound had also been slashed into Ye Nanhai's left arm, though it had already been healed by Haotian Divine Brilliance. He clapped his hands in praise and said, "The three of us have received Haotian's favor and possess a level above the Five Realms. Yet I have been wounded by you; if the Sect Leader were not someone you intentionally wished to torment and keep alive, I fear he would already be dead."

The middle-aged Daoist looked at the pale-as-paper Ye Hongyu and let out a long, soft sigh.

Ye Hongyu had lived in Zhishou Temple since she was small, and he could be considered to have watched her grow up. But the Temple Master's orders were not something he could resist.

"Yu Liancheng has already been trapped by the Butcher and Wang Shusheng; you need not wait for him any longer. Let me be the one to send you on your final journey."

Ye Nanhai looked at Ye Hongyu and extended an index finger, upon which a dense Haotian Divine Brilliance suddenly surged, and he said leisurely, "Killing a Daoist genius like you truly makes one's heart ache."

"However, those who betray Haotian must all die!"

Boom!

Just as the Haotian Divine Brilliance at his fingertip was about to shoot forth, the ground shook violently. It was as if an angry dragon were turning over beneath the earth, and the entire white Daodian trembled incessantly. Ye Nanhai and the middle-aged Daoist swayed, which was only due to their own profound cultivation, while the severely wounded Ye Hongyu and Xiong Chumo were sent flying directly.

"What is this? Is it an earthquake?"

Ye Nanhai and the middle-aged Daoist suspected an earthquake, but Taoshan is a land of the Heavenly Scroll, and natural disasters almost never occur there.

Just as they were still feeling suspicious and uncertain, they heard a "Boom" sound; the walls of the white Daodian shattered, and bricks and stones flew everywhere. Immediately following, a massive figure flew in horizontally, and dust and smoke billowed.

That figure rolled continuously on the ground for several turns before stopping, kneeling on one knee, with a butcher's knife plunged into the ground as if it were cutting tofu, head lowered, coughing up blood incessantly.

"Friends inside, hello there."

Immediately following, a figure in black appeared before the broken wall.

He brushed his hand aside, and the ruined wall was torn apart as if it were a thin sheet of paper.

One must know that although this was a broken wall, it still retained remnants of a magic array and was supposed to be indestructible.

A figure in black entered the Daodian.