The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1303: Chapter 387: She’s Your Cousin? How Is That Possible! (6k)

Outside the Jiu Li Imperial City, hundreds of thousands of miles away, the Dragon Protecting Mountains are now experiencing a sky that has shattered and earth that trembles.

Zhao Muye was drenched in blood, and each battle-mark on his bronze-colored skin was like a burning flame, hot and wild.

He stood atop a collapsed mountain peak, with rubble tumbling beneath his feet and magma gushing forth, painting the sky red for hundreds of miles around.

"Run, why aren’t you running?"

Four figures descended from the sky, led by a purple-robed elder wielding a bronze war spear, sneering coldly at Zhao Muye.

The three figures behind him occupied positions of the Three Talents in the sky, their energy locking down the entire mountain range, blocking all of Zhao Muye’s escape routes.

"Run?" Zhao Muye grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, "I was just picking a burial ground for you!"

With those words, he suddenly stomped his foot, and the entire mountain peak exploded, rubble shooting out like a torrential storm.

His figure was like lightning, charging directly at the foremost late-stage Spirit Severing purple-robed elder.

"Boom!"

Zhao Muye punched out, the pure power of his physical body compressing the air to form visible shock waves, shattering the space in inches.

The purple-robed elder held his spear horizontally to block, but was knocked back a thousand feet by the punch, his arms numb, and a hint of shock flickered in his eyes.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Muye moved again, like a rampaging dragon, crashing toward another mid-stage Spirit Severing tributor.

The man’s expression changed drastically, hurriedly summoned protective spiritual light, and simultaneously formed seals to invoke the power of heaven and earth, transforming into a giant palm a thousand yards long to crush down.

Zhao Muye did not dodge but directly collided with his physical body!

"Bang—!"

The giant palm shattered, and Zhao Muye’s fist pierced through the spiritual light, heavily striking the tributor’s chest.

The opponent spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, ribs shattering, his body crashing into the mountain below, kicking up a thousand yards of dust.

However, just as Zhao Muye prepared to pursue, the attacks of the other two tributors arrived!

One wielded a crimson long knife, the blade light pouring like a blood river, each strand of blade energy containing the power to annihilate Divine Souls.

The other formed seals with both hands, invoking the laws of heaven and earth, creating an invisible cage attempting to confine Zhao Muye’s movements.

Zhao Muye roared in anger, his battle-mark exploded in blazing golden light, forcibly breaking free from the binds, and countered with a punch shattering the crimson blade light.

But at that moment, the purple-robed elder’s war spear arrived, stabbing directly at his back!

"Puff!"

The war spear pierced through Zhao Muye’s shoulder, blood gushing out.

He grunted but then grinned and grabbed the spear shaft, yanking the purple-robed elder towards him, delivering a fierce punch towards his head!

The purple-robed elder’s pupils shrank rapidly, hastily tilting his head to dodge, yet still getting grazed by the punch wind, his half face turned into a bloody mess.

"Madman!" he roared, the war spear shook violently, forcing its way free from Zhao Muye’s grip, retreating.

Zhao Muye licked the blood off the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with even greater battle intent: "Again!"

The battle escalated fiercely!

The four tributors coordinated perfectly, the purple-robed elder leading attacks while the other three restrained, constantly exhausting Zhao Muye’s stamina.

Despite the strength of his physical body, he ultimately couldn’t withstand the prolonged assault from four Spirit Severing opponents.

Gradually, Zhao Muye began to fall into a disadvantage.

His punches remained violent, but his speed was no longer as swift as in the beginning, particularly as the light of the battle-mark on his body started to fade.

With each clash, his injuries worsened, blood splattering all around.

In the distant forest, Zhou Qing held his breath, concealing all traces of his aura.

His brows were furrowed tightly, but his gaze wasn’t fixed on the battlefield; instead, it was locked fiercely on the northeastern direction.

There, a figure clad in dark bone armor and carrying a pitch-black long knife, lurked in the shadows like a ghost.

No one else but Yama.

Zhou Qing hadn’t expected that the opponent was also present here, apparently waiting to capitalize on the chaos like a mantis stalking the cicada and unaware of the oriole behind.

Looking again at Zhao Muye, who was constantly at a disadvantage in the air, Zhou Qing shook his head: "This big fool..."

"Boom!"

Zhao Muye punched and shattered the thousand-yard blade light confronting him, grabbed and broke the long spear thrust by another tributor.

With the broken spear becoming a weapon in his hand, he directly pierced the opponent’s shoulder.

The tributor screamed, retreating in panic.

"How satisfying! Again!" Zhao Muye laughed wildly, wiping off the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, the battle-mark on his body flickering.

He suddenly stomped his foot, forcibly extracting the earth’s vein power from within a hundred miles, forming an earth-yellow light armor on his body surface.

The purple-robed elder snorted coldly at the sight: "Struggling before death!"

His bronze war spear suddenly lit up with dazzling green light, with nine ancient patterns appearing on the spear shaft.

With a loud shout, nine green lights turned into ferocious dragons, biting and charging towards Zhao Muye.

"Fight!"

Zhao Muye did not dodge, both fists hammered out like drums.

Every punch accurately hit the seven inches of the dragons, causing them to explode into countless light points.

But just as his old strength waned and new strength failed to arise, the other two tributors swiftly combined their attacks.

One formed seals with both hands, causing thousands of chains to manifest in the void.

The other spat out a beam of essence blood, transforming into a blood-colored Eight Diagram in the air.

The two forces combined to form a "Heaven and Earth Cage," tightly imprisoning Zhao Muye.

"Crack!"

Zhao Muye’s entire body emitted unbearable sounds of his bones, the light armor shattering inch by inch.

His eyes turned red, roaring to the heavens: "Break!"

Suddenly, all the battle-marks on his body lit up, attempting to burn the origin to forcibly break the seal.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" The purple-robed elder’s face changed dramatically.

"Boom!"

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, Zhao Muye charged out like a War God bathing in fire.

Yet the cost he paid was tremendously severe—his entire skin cracked, bleeding from all seven orifices, even his pupils turned blood-red.

At this moment, Zhao Muye was at the end of his strength, his body staggering yet his spine still straight.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then grinned: "Three late-stage Spirit Severing, one mid-stage... heh..."