Chapter 745

Mu Huali grumbled inwardly — so it turned out that for the God of Immortality, this maze formation really wasn't difficult.

This fellow had only fought Yan Chixia for three days.

Yet he himself, leading a great army, had been trapped at the foot of the mountain for seven days.

Which meant the God of Immortality had been hiding in the shadows, watching the show for four days.

Why didn't he come back sooner?

If he'd returned earlier, once Mu Huali broke the maze formation on the mountain, couldn't they have acted sooner?

As for dragging it out until now?

But of course Mu Huali couldn't voice these complaints out loud.

Otherwise, besides offending the God of Immortality, it would also cause internal rifts — not a good thing.

"Fine! Since you insist, then follow me out."

The God of Immortality nodded, and led the few men out of the great tent.

Knowing the maze formation was about to be broken, Mu Huali immediately ordered his messengers to transmit the command: the army and the tribute experts were to assemble.

The moment the maze formation broke, they would storm the mountain at once.

On the Yuan army's side, it had always been the military that took precedence.

Moreover, this elite force had been personally trained by Mu Huali over many years.

Not to say it was like an extension of his own arm, it was still strictly obedient to orders.

Once the Grand General's order went down, even though most men were still resting at the moment.

They immediately geared up and fell into line, gathering at the foot of the mountain.

By the time the God of Immortality sauntered down to the foot of the mountain with his group, preparing to cast the spell to dispel the maze formation.

The great army, in perfect unison, saluted the God of Immortality and shouted aloud,

"Hail the Left State Preceptor! May the Left State Preceptor live ten thousand ages and shatter the void!"

"Live ten thousand ages" was a wish for his immortality and eternal youth.

"Shatter the void" was the ultimate goal of every martial artist — all martial artists dreamed of reaching this realm and breaking through to another world.

These two lines had naturally been deliberately arranged by Mu Huali when the order was transmitted.

He had also just realized that this Master Changsheng, Left State Preceptor of the Great Yuan, extremely enjoyed receiving flattery.

And what flattery could be more thrilling and powerful than the three armies' mountain-shouting salute?

Sure enough, the God of Immortality, caught completely unprepared, was stunned into a daze by this mountain-shout for quite a while.

In the past he had had five hundred divine envoys, each of whom possessed the cultivation of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

But first, that segment of his memory had already been wiped clean.

Second, how could five hundred divine envoys compare to this host of soldiers and horses?

Moreover, those five hundred divine envoys had only ever prostrated themselves in worship — they would never dare to shout like this.

The God of Immortality was so overwhelmed by this gesture that he was utterly dizzy with elation.

Subconsciously he waved a hand, then turned back to Mu Huali with a smile and a nod.

He was old and shrewd, and could tell it had been deliberately arranged by Mu Huali.

But he thoroughly enjoyed such pomp.

Mu Huali, seeing his satisfaction, immediately directed the entire army to stand by.

Only then did the God of Immortality compose himself and walk to the front of the mountain's base.

Facing the mountain, he called out in a clear voice,

"Yan Chixia, and the people of the Xuanxinzheng Sect — listen! Remove this maze formation at once and unseal the Yin-Yue Grotto-Heaven, or this seat shall take action!"

Normally, dispelling the maze formation would only take a wave of the hand.

But having just been treated to that mountain-shout, the God of Immortality felt elated.

He wanted to show off his abilities in front of all these people.

The mountain, hearing his words, was naturally silent.

Perhaps in the Xuanxinzheng Sect's view, this group of Yuan people at the foot of the mountain were all uncivilized barbarians — how could they possibly break the maze formation?

If that were so, then why bother responding?

"Since you are obstinately perverse, then don't blame this seat for being discourteous."

The God of Immortality waited calmly for a while, but no movement came from the mountain.

He immediately raised one hand and gave a great shout,

"Wind, rise!"

Sure enough, as if his words had become law, the moment those two words left his mouth, a gust of violent wind swept up from level ground.

The wind came suddenly, and was extremely fierce.

It directly blew all the banners in the camp, making them flap loudly.

"The State Preceptor's divine might!"

Seeing this, Mu Huali couldn't help but shout.

This time, to flatter the God of Immortality, he even dropped the word "Left" entirely.

The Great Yuan's three armies, taking the hint, understood what the Grand General meant, and immediately followed up with a shout,

"The State Preceptor's divine might!"

This mountain-shout, accompanied by the fierce gale, made even the wind seem to gain extra power.

"Ha ha! Excellent! Clouds, come!"

The God of Immortality, immensely excited, gave another wave of his palm.

The next second, the sky over Guobeizhen, which had been clear and boundless, was suddenly covered in dark clouds.

Countless bolts of lightning filled those dark clouds.

"Break!"

The God of Immortality pointed a fingertip toward the small mountain where Lanruo Temple stood.

In an instant, this stretch of heaven and earth immediately began pouring with a deluge of rain, then howling wind and lightning, accompanied by the heavy rain, swept toward the small mountain to bathe it.

Strangely enough, apart from the gale, the lightning and rain all headed only toward the mountain.

Outside the mountain, including the foot where the Yuan army stood, not a drop of rain or a single bolt of lightning could be seen.

This sight, on the contrary, left the three armies of the Great Yuan watching as if drunk and enchanted.

So their very own National Preceptor could not only summon wind and call for rain, but could also carry out precision strikes.

If such a divine person was their very own National Preceptor, then why worry that the Great Yuan would not flourish?

Most people, in truth, had limited cultivation and limited eyesight, so naturally did not know that starting from the Earthly Immortal Realm, one could draw on true essence to mobilize the elemental forces of heaven and earth.

Forming a summon-wind-call-rain effect within a certain range, playing the part of an immortal.

But to be like the God of Immortality, that was something most people absolutely could not do.

The reason was that the God of Immortality, for the sake of this performance, had not only employed the Heaven-Shifting Divine Art, which could draw upon the elemental forces of heaven and earth.

More crucially, he had mobilized his own Heaven-grade Maha power.

Only with both layered together could it be like an immortal descending upon the world.

Under the lashing of the raging wind and rain, the small mountain of Lanruo Temple, which had been a picture of tranquility.

Gradually revealed its true appearance.

When the clouds gathered and the rain ceased, the dark clouds dispersed.

What was revealed before the Yuan people was indeed a small mountain scarred and battered beyond recognition.

This mountain had been battered by all manner of giant boulders until it was pitted and uneven, to say nothing of the many trees that had either been burned to ruin or drowned dead by oil.

Yet behind this scene of utter devastation, at the mountainside there stood what looked like a small-scale army, uniform and brightly equipped.

The four leading them were precisely the four Divine Generals of Xuanxinzheng Sect who had appeared earlier!

"You false god, how dare you make an enemy of Xuanxinzheng Sect?"

The leader of the four Divine Generals, Qinglong, at this moment drifted up into midair with an ashen face, looking at the God of Immortality.

"You little whelp, how dare you run off at the mouth?"

The God of Immortality could not help but fly into a great rage; he hated most being called a false god.

This Qinglong might be ranked twentieth on the Heavenly Dao Golden List, but so what?