Chapter 1037

Just as Seeing Meng Chixing was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to press on.

He saw the peak above split open out of nowhere, and severed limbs came tumbling out.

Blood instantly flowed everywhere, and in an instant the pristine snowy scene took on a sinister air.

At that moment, another large group of people came rushing from afar.

This group was not only numerous, but their Wu Gong each varied in strength.

The one with the highest cultivation, with a single leap, covered an unknown number of zhang.

After a few bounds, they had already reached the mountainside of this peak.

Happening to see the mottled fresh blood and the shocking severed limbs on the snow, this man pressed his palms together and suddenly shouted toward the peak,

"Amitabha! What reclusive expert is wantonly slaughtering ahead?"

The one who came was actually a Monk?

General Zhebie and General Chilaowen looked closely and saw that the newcomer was none other than Yunzhou Shaolin's abbot Liaofan.

Behind him, Master Yeyu and the other Paizhang Sect of the eight orthodox sects also arrived in haste.

They stood one after another behind him, wearing a look of shared enmity.

"By order of Zhuge Shenhou, no one is permitted to trespass on the peak; violators will be killed on sight."

Just then, the illusory array at the peak trembled, and two people wearing the garb of Shanzhuang appeared.

Holding long swords, they spoke arrogantly to Liaofan and the others below.

These words infuriated Liaofan and the others.

They were the Paizhang Sect of the eight orthodox sects; what lofty status they held in the jianghu.

Even if Zhuge Shenhou Zhu Wushi came in person, he would still have to show them respect.

Especially Liaofan, who was even more incensed, and directly rebuked,

"So it is the Shenhou himself, but this old Monk does not understand—does this Tianchi Peak belong to your imperial Zhu family?

With a single order from you, you dare to kill jianghu people on sight?"

Tianchi Peak was the name of this snowy mountain peak.

"Precisely! I am the Paizhang Sect of Kongdong Sect, Mu Ling, and I am about to ascend Tianchi Peak right now. If you dare to kill me, then go ahead and do it."

The first who could not sit still was precisely Mu Ling, the Paizhang Sect of one of the Bada Sect, Kongdong Sect.

He was seen stepping out from the crowd, and with a single bound had already arrived before the two Shanzhuang secret agents.

He even stretched out his neck, inviting the two to cut him.

In truth, after clearly seeing that the arrivals were all from the jianghu's Bada Sect, the Shanzhuang secret agents no longer dared to act recklessly.

They hemmed and hawed on the spot, their gleaming treasure swords nowhere near daring to actually slash at Mu Ling.

"So they're Zhu Wushi's people—then what could this maze array amount to?"

General Zhebie and the others, hidden in the shadows, heard clearly that those guarding the peak were indeed Shanzhuang people.

Seeing Meng Chixing was the first who could not sit still; he felt that even Zhu Wushi was no match for him, so why would he care about Shanzhuang's blockade.

He swaggered forth at once, concealing his form as he headed toward the peak.

General Zhebie and General Chilaowen exchanged a glance; General Chilaowen shook his head and transmitted his voice,

"If Zhu Wushi or Duan Tianya is here, my life is forfeit. I won't go join this excitement."

Thinking of what the God of Immortality had said, General Chilaowen now had no desire at all to face Zhu Wushi or Duan Tianya.

So no matter what was said, he naturally did not dare to ascend to the top of Tianchi Peak.

"Very well, then I shall…"

General Zhebie heard this and knew he could not force the matter.

After all, under the backlash of that qi fortune, he would at most be injured, not lose his life.

If General Chilaowen faced them, life and death would truly be hard to predict.

He immediately prepared to tail Seeing Meng Chixing, to enter the peak and see what was really going on.

"Ah… you…"

Just as General Zhebie was preparing to go up, unexpectedly Seeing Meng Chixing, who had just entered the peak, let out a wretched scream.

Then atop the peak, the world's elemental force suddenly erupted into chaos.

Clearly, experts were clashing atop the peak.

The two Shanzhuang men who were negotiating with Mu Ling exchanged a glance, then split left and right, raising their swords to slash at Mu Ling.

"Audacious! You truly dare to make a move against this old man!"

Although Mu Ling was extremely close to the two, and had even stuck his neck out for them to cut,

in truth he was extremely overconfident.

In his eyes, even if these two Shanzhuang men truly made a move, it was impossible they could kill him.

After all, the reputation of being a Paizhang Sect of the eight orthodox sects was not earned for nothing.

As the attack arrived, Mu Ling gave a cold laugh, and his body suddenly slid back several inches.

Although the moves of the two Shanzhuang men were vicious, they ultimately did not expect Mu Ling's Wu Gong to be so peculiar.

"Clowns, your Grandpa Mu is not so easy to kill!"

Mu Ling shook the treasure sword in his hand, and the sword immediately leapt from its sheath.

With a light flick of his right hand, he drew the sword into his grip.

After a taunt, Mu Ling raised his sword and charged in to fight.

His moves came like a tide, yet he did not employ many killing techniques.

After all, in his view, if he truly killed these two Shanzhuang men, he would have made an enemy of Zhuge Shenhou.

Even if he himself was unafraid, the Kongdong Sect could not afford to bear the consequences.

Therefore, although his sword moves were intricate and complex, he was only thinking of knocking the swords from those two men's hands.

Then he would strike their acupoints, leaving them to suffer in this snowy ground.

That could be considered a minor punishment and a stern warning!

Though his thoughts were good, the two men from Shanzhuang showed no mercy whatsoever in their swordsmanship.

Not only were their moves vicious and ruthless, they also darted left and right, nearly killing Mu Ling on the spot.

If not for the fact that Mu Ling was the Sect Master, he would likely have been defeated within just a few moves.

"Eh? That's not right. This isn't swordsmanship — it's actually bladework?"

Watching the battle from afar, Liaofan suddenly said softly.

"Bladework?"

A Zhengdaozhang Sect member, most skilled in bladework, immediately began to observe carefully.

The moment he looked closely, his face immediately changed drastically.

"Not good! This isn't Central Plains bladework — it's You Dongying…"

He shouted loudly, intending to warn Mu Ling.

But before he could finish shouting, the two men from Shanzhuang stopped hiding altogether.

They directly unleashed the killing moves of You Dongying bladework with the treasured swords in their hands.

How could Mu Ling have imagined that what appeared to be proper Central Plains swordsmanship was actually You Dongying bladework?

Caught off guard, his gaze was distracted by the man on the left.

Then the man on the right drove his single sword straight in, treating the sword as a You Dongying blade, and slashed it across Mu Ling's right wrist.

That single sword strike directly severed Mu Ling's palm.

The treasured sword in his hand naturally fell loose as well.

"Ah… you dare…"

In his agony, Mu Ling retreated repeatedly, wanting to flee for his life.

But how could the man on the left give him the chance? His frame suddenly swelled as he rushed right up to Mu Ling.

Then, from his lower abdomen, he drew out a short You Dongying blade.

A flash of cold light — and he publicly sliced Mu Ling's head clean off.

"Anyone who dares to defy Zhuge Shenhou's orders — death!"

After killing Mu Ling, this man sheathed his blade, his face frosty as ice, swept his gaze over Liaofan and the others in a circle, and coldly added another line.