The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1304: Chapter 387: She Is Your Cousin? How Is That Possible!

The laughter had not yet faded when he suddenly looked down at the mountains below, his voice like thunder: "Yama! I know you, beast, are hiding somewhere watching the spectacle!"

"You’ve directed this grand performance well, even I am starting to doubt whether I’ve really killed the Jiu Li Royal Family. Words are powerless to defend myself, and I’ve been caught red-handed!"

In the shadows afar, Zhou Qing clearly saw the cold sneer at the corner of Yama’s mouth.

He sighed quietly.

As indeed Shen Huangmao said, these body-refining maniacs from the Zhao Family are all physically strong but simple-minded.

While others use schemes, you only know how to use fists.

Upon hearing Zhao Muye’s shout, the purple-robed elder and others immediately spread their Divine Sense to scan, yet found nothing.

"Stop with your nonsense!" The elder shouted angrily, "Other than you, who else is present? Killing my six princes, two little princesses, and stealing the Jiu Li treasures - you deserve death for this crime!"

The bronze war spear in his hand buzzed, filled with murderous intent.

"The Emperor and Old Emperor are occupied with important matters at the border. We, as the Imperial City’s Tributors, must not let you, thief, escape, or how can we explain to them!"

Zhao Muye didn’t get angry but instead laughed, a laugh full of wild recklessness: "I won’t waste words with you fools!"

He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes shooting beams of light, "My actions are open and aboveboard, my conscience clear!"

As he spoke, he looked around at the crowd, a sneer forming on his lips, "Today, we are all blades in someone else’s hand, so don’t laugh at anyone else!"

As Zhao Muye spoke, his aura suddenly vibrated.

He slowly raised his right hand, pointing a finger at his Shanzhong acupoint on his chest.

"Dong—"

A heartbeat sound like a war drum suddenly echoed, resonating throughout the mountain range.

The next moment, a mighty aura erupted from him, the previously dim battle marks igniting like a stellar river, each line radiating dazzling golden light.

"Battle Heaven Realm—Open!"

In an instant, a domineering will exploded from within him.

The heavens seemed to echo with thousands of War Souls’ roars, the void trembling, clouds dispersing.

Zhao Muye’s body rapidly grew, muscles knotted like dragons.

The burning war patterns twisted and connected, actually forming an ancient "War Soul Totem" on his body.

Within the totem, one could faintly see a towering giant wielding a battle axe, stepping on a stellar river.

This is precisely the legendary "War Soul Possession" of the ancient war cultivator lineage!

Four tributors’ expressions drastically changed at the sight.

"Be careful, no matter what, we must capture him and deliver him to the Emperor for handling!"

The purple-robed elder sternly shouted, around him suddenly appeared thousands of astral illusions.

"Star River Boundless!"

A vast star map unfolded behind him, each star containing destructive power.

This was not an ordinary star realm, but the "Star River Boundless Realm," a comprehension of the night sky, integrating the entire stellar river within oneself!

At the moment the star map unfolded, the entire sky seemed replaced by an infinite starry cosmos, where countless stars shifted, even time seemed to slow.

Another white-browed elder clasped his hands, and above his head appeared an enormous ancient tree.

The trunk entwined with nine flood dragons, each vividly alive, dragon scales shimmering with metallic luster.

The leaves were burning flames, each falling leaf exploding into a torrent of destructive fire.

"Dragon Flame Ancient Tree Realm!"

Upon its appearance, the Spiritual Qi within a hundred miles ignited, transforming into a skyful of fire rain.

More terrifying, the flood dragons entwining the trunk came alive, weaving through the fire rain, turning the battlefield into a fiery purgatory.

The grey-cloaked tributor suddenly sat cross-legged, hands forming seals, around him surfaced myriad illusory figures.

These figures sat, stood, chanted scriptures, or practiced swordsmanship, each exuding markedly different auras.

There were aging swordsmen, talented scholars, youthful children, and even fierce demon beasts.

"All Living Beings Realm!"

Upon its appearance, the entire world seemed transformed into infinite sleaze, blurring real and illusion.

More intriguingly, these illusions began mimicking Zhao Muye’s movements, each one executing battle techniques similar to his, as if thousands of Zhao Muye acted simultaneously.

The last middle-aged woman gently removed an earring and tossed it into the air.

The earring transformed into twin bright moons, casting moonlight that rendered everything hazy and illusory.

"Tai Yin Mirage Realm!"

This realm took the Law of Reality to its peak, where under the moonlight, even space began to distort and fold.

Moreover, the moonlight could erode battle intent, silently diminishing one’s fighting spirit.

Somewhat akin to the Emperor’s Might in Zhou Qing’s "Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture."

Except one quickly reveals truths, the other slowly boils like a frog.

Zhao Muye’s eyes burned fiercer with battle intent, the War Soul Totem bursting with blinding golden light.

He laughed skyward, voice like thunder: "Now this is right! Rather than being schemed to death by traitors, I’d rather die gloriously in battle, unworthy of the Zhao Family bloodline otherwise!"

Before he finished speaking, his battle patterns reversed, each line spewing blinding blood light.

The War God’s illusion wielded a giant axe, abruptly striking at the Tai Yin Mirage Realm’s core moon!

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the moon’s surface, the middle-aged woman groaned, blood seeping from her lips.

Yet a vicious light flashed in her eyes, hands forming seals, the moon rapidly splitting into nine bright moons encircling Zhao Muye.

"Nine Moons Devour Souls!"

The nine moons simultaneously emitted dazzling cold light, each moonlight harboring power to dissolve the Divine Soul.

Zhao Muye’s War God’s illusion began to blur, but he laughed even madder.