Chapter 27: Battle Against Li Muxuan

Looking at Li Ang charging toward him, Li Muxuan's gaze was utterly cold.

Cii—

With a faint sound, the air in his hands twisted instantly.

Reverse the Eight Directions!

This was the technique Li Muxuan learned from the Ghost Hand King, capable of creating a field around him and freely warping objects within it.

Li Ang's mind flashed with information about his opponent, and he chose not to meet force with force.

He halted his step, then stepped right, raising his hand to fling several deep-blue water pellets toward Li Muxuan.

Kan Character: Water Pellets!

Seeing this, Li Muxuan merely lifted his palm slightly, instantly shredding the water pellets that entered his field.

But Li Ang's move was never meant to strike—it was solely to draw his attention; his true assault had always been the immense power granted by Reverse Birth: Three Layers.

Seeing his opponent distracted by the water pellets, Li Ang closed the distance in three strides, driving a hard punch straight into Li Muxuan's waist.

Pah—

Blocked.

Li Muxuan's left hand gripped Li Ang's outstretched arm tightly, preparing to activate Reverse the Eight Directions.

Seeing his arm seized, Li Ang's expression didn't change; he reversed his grip and clamped down hard on Li Muxuan's left hand.

Feeling pain in his wrist, Li Muxuan instinctively released his grip, and Li Ang seized the chance to step back.

After steadying himself, Li Ang glanced at his right hand, now marked with faint blood lines, and frowned slightly.

'Still lacking experience.'

'But there's still a fight left.'

Li Ang indeed had very crude combat skills, but the man across from him wasn't yet the "Bad Boy" who, decades later, would match the aged Lu Jin with nothing but Reverse the Eight Directions!

On the other side, Li Muxuan sensed something off.

This 'Li Senior Brother's' physical strength was strange.

In any ordinary Xuan Sect, just from being gripped for that brief moment, his arm would've been torn open and flesh shredded—how could it only show a few blood lines!?

The Sanyi Sect doesn't train in hard-body arts!

Unfortunately, he didn't know Li Ang's physical strength stat had already reached 2.4, and he possessed the special ability 【Reverse to Primordial】, or he wouldn't have been puzzled at all.

At the sidelines, Wu Gensheng watched the battle with keen interest.

Though in his view, both Li Muxuan and Li Ang still acted very immature, both possessed extraordinary potential.

Especially Li Ang.

Wu Gensheng could tell he had barely fought before, yet he matched Li Muxuan evenly solely due to natural talent.

"Has he already mastered Reverse Birth: Three Layers and Qimen Dunjia to this extent in such a short time?" the Xingzhang Sect's leader muttered, "And this level of life cultivation—"

"Fascinating."

He could clearly see Li Ang's physical strength was wildly abnormal, and his Qi didn't resemble that of a novice just beginning cultivation.

In the arena.

Li Ang looked at Li Muxuan across from him and suddenly spoke: "Li Muxuan, you refuse the one who transmitted the Dao to you, you deny the one who taught you your craft."

"I'm curious."

"In this world, who can resolve your confusion?"

He gestured toward Wu Gensheng beside him: "Your Xingzhang Sect's leader?"

Before Li Muxuan could react, Wu Gensheng burst out laughing: "Li Senior Brother, fight if you must, but don't drag me into this."

"Today, once we've vented our anger, we leave—we needn't disturb the Weizuo Sect's head."

Though events had slipped somewhat beyond his control, Li Ang's words made the Xingzhang Sect's leader sense a chance to still achieve the purpose of his Sanyi Sect visit.

Wu Gensheng's goal was never merely to vent for Li Muxuan—he saw clearer than the "Bad Boy" himself.

Mu Xuan, Mu Xuan—he only reveres the Weizuo Sect's head.

At this moment, Li Muxuan understood Li Ang's implied meaning.

The one who transmitted the Dao: Zuo Ruotong.

The one who taught his craft: Wang Yaozu.

He had never called either of them Master.

Yet he himself had once said: whoever transmits the Dao, teaches the craft, or resolves confusion—any one of these makes them his Master.

Thinking of this, Li Muxuan felt a surge of shame and rage.

He no longer stood still; he activated Reverse the Eight Directions and charged toward Li Ang.

"You don't understand ANYTHING!!"

Seeing this, Li Ang felt no emotion—he had expected Li Muxuan to be provoked, after all, this opponent was not yet the old man who'd later realized his errors.

His feet moved without pause, shifting instantly to the Kun position.

Kun Character: Earth Cart!

Under the effect of Qimen Dunjia, the soil before Li Ang surged like a river, attempting to swallow Li Muxuan whole.

Squeak—!

Yet in an instant, the surging current was shredded to pieces.

One must admit: Li Muxuan was indeed a rare genius; at his age, his Reverse the Eight Directions was already flawless—otherwise he couldn't have casually humiliated ordinary Xuan Sect disciples.

Filled with envy, admiration, anger, resentment, and countless other complex emotions.

He poured all his strength into Reverse the Eight Directions and pressed it toward Li Ang's chest.

Seeing this, Li Ang instinctively tried to block Li Muxuan's attack with his left hand—but was seized by it.

He tried to break free, but it only made his arm torn even more severely.

Li Ang's heart sank, but he quickly made a decision.

With all his strength, he spun his feet, shifting Li Muxuan to a new position.

At this moment, Li Ang's position was:

Dui Two, Zhe Southeast!

Forcing through the intense pain in his left arm, his right hand shimmered with a metallic sheen and stabbed fiercely toward Li Muxuan's chest.

Better to trade injury for injury!

Seeing Li Ang's move, Li Muxuan's eyes flickered with disdain, and immediately a thin field appeared over his chest.

With his current cultivation, perhaps covering his entire body with Reverse Eight Directions was still difficult, but covering only a local area was effortless.

Yet the instant Li Ang's right hand touched the field, Li Muxuan's expression changed instantly.

His Reverse Eight Directions shattered like tofu under the opponent's strike.

Before he could react, a shadow had already appeared between the two.

Boom—!

Li Ang was flung backward, rolling several times across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough, cough!" He struggled to his feet, clutching his chest, glaring bitterly at the opposite side. "Have you finally lost patience?"

Hearing Li Ang's words, Wu Gensheng scratched his head awkwardly: "Sorry, normally I wouldn't interfere."

"But Chuangshan was my idea, so I must bring him down the mountain intact."

Behind him, Li Muxuan gasped heavily, looking down at his chest in shock—he never imagined he had just walked through the gates of death.

At this moment, the boy's chest was ripped open by a massive wound, blood soaking his ill-fitting white robe.

In contrast, Li Ang's right hand was stained with blood.

Had Wu Gensheng not interrupted their fight, Li Ang might have lost an arm, but Li Muxuan would have died—or at least lost half his life.

Thinking of this, Li Ang spoke coldly: "You've fought. You may leave the mountain."

In his view, it was best for things to end here.

Perhaps after they descended, rumors would spread that the Quanxing Sect had easily breached Sanyishan Sect—but as long as Zuo Ruotong lived, the subsequent massacre from the original timeline would not occur.

Unfortunately, heaven did not grant his wish: before Wu Gensheng and the other could reply, a tall, ethereal white-haired man blocked Li Ang's path.

It was Zuo Ruotong.

The commotion from the back mountain might fool others, but it could not deceive this Great Ying Immortal.