I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 2080 Destruction Space
Liu Jun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his mind went blank. He had never seen this statue before, and he didn't know why it appeared here. He subconsciously touched his face, as if to confirm whether the statue was exactly like him.

At the moment he was stunned, several rays of light suddenly lit up around the statue. Those light balls were suspended in the air, with different colors, some were as hot as flames, some were as blue as the deep sea, and some were as green as emerald. They slowly rotated, as if they were dancing some kind of mysterious dance. Liu Jun felt an invisible force emanating from the light balls, as if calling him, and as if testing him.

He took a step forward involuntarily, and the ground beneath his feet shook slightly, as if responding to his movement. The light of the ball of light became brighter, and a faint fragrance filled the air, like some ancient flower fragrance, or some unknown metallic smell.

Liu Jun felt his breathing become rapid, and some vague images began to emerge in his mind, as if they were memories he had never experienced, or like a foreshadowing of the future.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the balls of light, but stopped at the moment of contact. A strong premonition surged into his heart, as if telling him that once he touched them, his fate would change irreversibly.

Liu Jun stood in place, his eyes moving back and forth between the statue and the ball of light, his heart full of confusion and uneasiness.

"What is going on?" he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the hall, as if seeking some answer.

However, there was silence all around, with only the light of the ball flickering silently, as if waiting for his decision.

Liu Jun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that no matter what the statue and the light balls meant, he had to face it. Perhaps this was the turning point in his fate, and he could no longer turn back.

He took another step, this time with a firm step. The light of the ball of light became more dazzling as he approached, as if welcoming his arrival. Liu Jun stretched out his hand and finally touched the ball of blazing light. Instantly, a strong energy surged into his body, and his vision was flooded by a dazzling white light.

At that moment, Liu Jun seemed to see countless versions of himself, traveling through different time and space, experiencing different destinies. He felt his consciousness being pulled into an endless vortex, and everything around him was spinning rapidly until he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

When the light gradually faded, Liu Jun slowly opened his eyes and found himself still standing in front of the statue. However, he no longer had any doubts or uneasiness in his heart, because he already understood that this place was a world of the law of destruction, a world that belonged to him.

Liu Jun's mind moved, and light circulated around him, as if time and space were twisting under his feet. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing firmly on the wall of Nanjiang City.

But this time, there were no longer only those guards standing solemnly on the city wall. General Nie Yun, Wu Rendi and others were also present, obviously waiting for his return. General Nie Yun was wearing heavy armor, with a majestic look between his eyebrows, while Wu Rendi still had a cold look, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

Wu Rendi's eyes stayed on Liu Jun for a moment, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had noticed something. He didn't say much, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot like a ghost, as if he had never appeared.

General Nie Yun and others immediately came over and surrounded Liu Jun, their faces full of concern. General Nie Yun was the first to speak, with a hint of anxiety in his voice: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Liu Jun smiled, looking relaxed, as if everything he had just experienced was just an ordinary thing. Then he waved his hand, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "It's okay, I'm in good shape, I can beat ten people at once."

General Nie Yun's brows relaxed slightly when he heard this, but the worry in his eyes had not completely disappeared. Although he felt that Liu Jun was fine and his aura was stronger, as a subject, he couldn't help but care about him. The other generals also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

As soon as Liu Jun finished speaking, a violent spatial fluctuation suddenly came from the sky above Nanjiang City, as if the energy between heaven and earth was instantly torn apart. Then, ten figures appeared out of thin air in mid-air. They were suspended above the clouds, looking down at the people in the city from a high position, with an imposing manner, as if gods had descended from heaven.

The ten people were dressed differently, but all of them exuded a powerful aura. Their appearance instantly plunged the entire Nanjiang City into a solemn atmosphere. The residents of the city looked up, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety, as if they had a premonition that a storm was coming.

"Your Highness, that's exactly ten," said General Nie Yun as he drew his sword.

Liu Jun's mouth twitched, and he quickly raised his hand, signaling the people behind him to be on guard. Everyone's nerves were tense, and their weapons were unsheathed. They stared at the ten figures, as if they were facing a great enemy.

However, in this tense atmosphere, there was only one exception - the God of Killing Wu Rendi.

Wu Rendi still stood there, his expression indifferent, as if the ten masters in front of him were just insignificant. He slowly raised his head, his eyes calmly swept over the ten people, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of disdain and ridicule.

"I'll give you three." Wu Rendi's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, with a heart-pounding chill.

However, before Wu Rendi could start counting, the ten figures had already fallen from the air and stood firmly on the city wall, only a few feet away from Wu Rendi. Their movements were swift and graceful, as if they had already anticipated Wu Rendi's reaction.

The leader was wearing a golden robe and a white mask on his face, which covered his features, revealing only a pair of deep and cold eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse: "Wu Rendi, we came to talk to you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Rendi sneered, with a flash of contempt in his eyes: "Are you worthy enough?"

Before he finished speaking, the nine people behind the golden-robed man took a step forward, their momentum rising suddenly, as if they were going to completely suppress Wu Rendi. However, Wu Rendi remained motionless, just glancing at them indifferently, as if he was looking at a group of ants.

"Wu Rendi, we know you are strong, but today we have ten people working together, you may not be able to escape unscathed." The voice of the man in the white mask was threatening, as if warning Wu Rendi not to act rashly. Upon hearing this, Wu Rendi's smile deepened, but a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Ten people working together? Ha, a few years ago you also worked together, and four of you died, didn't you want to kill a few more people today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the entire city wall instantly became tense. The auras of the ten masters intertwined together, forming a strong sense of oppression, as if to completely devour Wu Rendi. However, Wu Rendi still stood there, looking calm, as if this sense of oppression had no effect on him.

"Wu Rendi, we are not here to be your enemy, we just have some things we need to negotiate with you." The tone of the man in the white mask softened slightly, as if trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Wu Rendi sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Negotiate? What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

The white mask was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "We represent the entire Tianzhu City, the Hanshui Divine Realm, and the Platinum Divine Realm. Is this enough?"

When Wu Rendi heard this, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Then what? In my eyes, you are nothing but ants."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine people behind the man in the golden robe attacked together. Ten powerful attacks instantly hit Wu Rendi, as if they wanted to defeat him completely.

However, Wu Rendi just waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force instantly dissolved the ten attacks. His movements were nonchalant, as if all this was just a piece of cake.

"You are too weak." Wu Rendi's voice was cold and indifferent, as if he was judging the fate of these ten people.

The white masked man's expression instantly turned ugly. He obviously did not expect Wu Rendi's strength to be so terrifying. However, he still pretended to be calm and said through gritted teeth: "Wu Rendi, I said, we just want to negotiate!"

"Wu Rendi, don't be too arrogant, or you might lose your life," said a man in a golden robe with an orange mask on his face.

He had just been promoted to the late stage of Half-Step God King Realm. After the promotion, he took his place and put on the orange mask, becoming one of the ten strongest men in the Temple of Heaven.

When Wu Rendi heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold murderous intent: "Arrogant? Ha, you are not worthy of me being arrogant."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the entire city wall instantly became extremely solemn. Wu Rendi's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the orange mask, looking at him coldly.

The orange masked man's face turned pale instantly. He obviously didn't expect Wu Rendi to be so fast. However, he still pretended to be calm and said coldly: "Wu Rendi, you dare to touch me?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Rendi sneered, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes: "Touch you? Ha, you think too highly of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the orange-masked man on the chest and slapped him away.

The orange-masked man's body drew an arc in the air and slammed heavily into the city wall, making a dull sound. His mask cracked in the impact, revealing a face distorted in pain underneath.

The remaining nine people's faces changed drastically when they saw this. They obviously did not expect Wu Rendi to be so decisive. Their hands unconsciously clenched their weapons, and their eyes were full of vigilance and anxiety.

Just when the nine people were getting nervous and ready to fight, Wu Rendi stepped back and said calmly: "We can talk now."

This move directly shook the nine people, and they almost got a stitch in the side. They looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"Okay, let's find a place to talk." The white mask said gritting his teeth.

There was a hint of reluctance and anger in his voice. His fingers were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Liu Jun, find a place so I can have a good talk with them." Wu Rendi's voice was calm and firm, as if everything was under control.

"Okay, let's go directly to the City Lord's Mansion." Liu Jun didn't have the airs of the Skyfire God King at all. As soon as Wu Rendi said it, he immediately agreed.

When Liu Jun and his companions arrived at the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion, it was already ready. The hall was brightly lit, with exquisite murals hanging on the walls, thick carpets on the floor, and a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. A long table stretched across the center of the hall, with a white tablecloth on the table, which looked particularly solemn.

There were ten chairs on one side of the table. Although the chairs were ordinary, they were arranged neatly, as if waiting for someone to arrive. On the other side, there were only two chairs. Although the two chairs looked shabby, they were made of fine wood, with exquisite patterns carved on the backs and soft and comfortable cushions. They were obviously prepared for VIPs.

Moreover, there was tea on the table in front of the two chairs, with exquisite tea sets and a lingering tea aroma. However, there was nothing in front of the ten chairs opposite, which seemed to be cold and deserted, as if silently announcing the disparity in status between the two sides.