Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 261 Lu Xuan, don’t mess around!
Wu Jiu listened to Mu Yun's rude words, but he was not as angry as before.
Instead, he captured the key information that Mu Yun mentioned.

That bastard young man Lu Xuan actually left Mingxin Mansion and his whereabouts are unknown.

This damned brat has been making fun of me time and again, it really makes me angry!
Wu Jiu was filled with resentment and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Before this, Lu Xuan had clearly sent a message to Li Chengxing, asking him to come to Mingxin Mansion to find him.

But now, this bastard kid left him here waiting again.

Wu Jiu couldn't help but often wonder, is this kid Lu Xuan deliberately teasing him like this?
At this moment, Wu Jiu only felt a surge of evil fire rising to the top of his head, and his whole body was about to be swallowed by the fire of anger.

His eyes were bloodshot, like two burning flames. He stared at Mu Yun with great resentment, squeezing out words from between his teeth.

"Mu Yun, you'd better tell me the truth about when Lu Xuan will return."

At this point, his chest heaved violently, and he added viciously, "I don't have that much free time to wait for him here!"

Seeing this, Mu Yun had no intention of being polite to Wu Jiu. As the deputy chief of the Xuanniao Guard, he had the support of the current emperor.

In his opinion, the Liangwu family didn't have the courage to attack him.

Mu Yun's eyes were filled with undisguised indifference, and he didn't take Wu Jiu's anger seriously at all.

"Why, Wu Jiu, do you still want to take action?"

Mu Yun's lips curled up in a provocative arc, his eyes full of disdain.

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around Mu Yun surged out from within his body.

In an instant, a rolling gale swept up, like countless sharp blades, blowing around Wu Jiu wantonly, making his clothes rustle.

At the same time, three ghostly red afterimages cut through the sky and flew towards Wu Jiu.

In the blink of an eye, the three figures surrounded Wu Jiu tightly.

If you look closely, you can find that these three red afterimages are actually Earth-level Xuanniao Guards.

Each of them is a top-notch warrior at the outer Gang Grandmaster level, emitting a chilling murderous aura.

When Wu Jiu saw that he was surrounded by the Xuanniao Guards, he remained calm and did not show any panic.

He snorted coldly, his voice icy and bone-chilling, as if wrapped in frost that bit the bone: "Mu Yun, since you are so determined."

"Don't blame me, the Wu family, for being rude!"

At this moment, Wu Jiu had already discarded all his worries. As the old man Li Chengxing was from the Li family, one of the eight major families, he just endured it for the time being.

But now, he was determined to let Mu Yun understand that provoking the eight major families would result in a heavy price.

Wu Jiu's aura was surging, and he exuded a fierce aura.

A mere warrior at the Half-Step Divine Mansion realm dares to reject the Wu family time and time again.

"Ancestor!" Wu Jiu shouted, breaking the tense air.

As these two words fell, everything around Wu Jiu seemed to have pressed the "distortion" switch.

The invisible space around Wu Jiu surged violently like boiling lake water.

The originally calm air currents between heaven and earth became turbulent, forming small whirlpools visible to the naked eye and emitting sharp whistling sounds.

The vortex spun faster and faster, pulling the surrounding light and causing it to distort and deform, as if space itself was being torn apart by this force.
Immediately afterwards, an enchanting and mysterious purple line slowly emerged on Wu Jiu's forehead, like an ancient rune of heaven and earth, with an unspeakable weirdness.

The next second, a trace of energy emanated from the purple lines. It seemed faint, but it seemed to carry an infinite pressure that was real.

Upon seeing this, Mu Yun and the Xuanniao Guards turned pale instantly, and the strength in their bodies was suppressed.

"What a terrifying smell!"

Mu Yun couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

Almost at the same moment, the space around Wu Jiu seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Then, a force so powerful that it was suffocating came surging.

Those Xuanniao guards who were close to Wu Jiu were completely unable to resist. They were crushed to the ground like dead leaves swept by the wind, groaning in pain.

Mu Yun's condition seemed slightly better, but he was just holding on.

His legs trembled slightly, and he finally knelt heavily on one knee, his knee colliding with the ground with a dull sound.

The ground beneath Mu Yun's feet could not bear the weight, and tiny cracks began to appear, quickly spreading around like a hideous spider web.

After a few breaths, Mu Yun's body slowly sank deeper into the collapsing ground.

Every inch of air seemed to have turned into heavy shackles, tightly binding Mu Yun.

Mu Yun raised his head slowly and unwillingly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The cold murderous intent, like a poisoned blade, pierced straight into Wu Jiu, as if to carve his face into the deepest part of his heart.

He just stared at Wu Jiu like that, his eyes seemed to be saying something.

Wu Jiu, you damn old man, just wait for me.

Don't give me the chance, otherwise, I will make you, this old loser, pay a heavy price for what happened today!
Wu Jiu on the opposite side did not hesitate at all. He clenched his right hand into a fist under his sleeve and crushed the invisible air in an instant.

In an instant, a purple light burst out from the palm of his right hand.

The rich purple energy, like a nimble little dragon, danced and circled in the palm of Wu Jiu's right hand, emitting a terrifying aura.

Before Mu Yun could react, Wu Jiu had already swung out his right arm, the movement as fast as lightning.

In an instant, the purple streak of energy that condensed terrifying power, with an indomitable momentum, whizzed away from the palm of Wu Jiu's right hand.

Wherever the purple streak of energy passed, thick smoke billowed up and rushed straight towards Mu Yun.

At this moment, Mu Yun tried his best to resist the terrifying pressure of heaven and earth from the ancestor of the Wu family.

Mu Yun's face turned red, his veins were exposed, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

Every inch of flesh and blood was tense, as if all the strength had been exhausted.

Suddenly, a very fine, almost imperceptible strand of energy quietly overflowed from Mu Yun's body.

This strand of Qi was like a flexible gossamer, and in an instant, it disappeared into the sword behind him.

This sword is none other than the weapon that Mu Yun always carries with him—the six-patterned, star-level sacrificial weapon, the Qingming Sword.

As Mu Yun's energy flowed into the Qingming Sword, a dazzling green light suddenly appeared.

The next second, the Qingming Sword moved without wind, and with a soft "hum" sound, it flew in front of Mu Yun at an extremely fast speed, and then quietly hovered in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the Qingming Sword was seen vibrating slightly, as if it was gathering strength.

Then, it slashed forward with all its might in the air, and a dazzling green sword light shot out from the void.

The sword light carried a sharp sword energy and collided directly with the purple罡元 stream released by Wu Jiu.

However, the sword light released by Mu Yun in a hurry was ultimately insufficient in terms of the power of Gang Yuan injected into it, which resulted in the original power of heaven and earth being greatly reduced.

In mid-air, the green sword light collided with Wu Jiu's purple sword light that was wrapped in tremendous power.

In just a moment, the green sword light quickly dimmed under the surging impact of the purple energy, and was then ruthlessly annihilated by it.

Without the obstruction of the green sword light, the purple energy stream continued to move forward, and with its overwhelming power, it rushed straight towards Mu Yun.

Mu Yun had no time to react at all, he only felt an irresistible force suddenly hitting him.

His entire body was like being struck by lightning, and he shot out rapidly and uncontrollably.

Mu Yun's body was like a meteor, leaving a deep groove on the ground and breaking through the thick surface of the earth.

For a moment, dust flew and gravel scattered everywhere.

Wu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes, and he slowly suppressed the terrifying murderous intent in his heart. "Hmph!"

He snorted coldly, feeling somewhat regretful.

Originally, Wu Jiu was planning to deal a heavy blow to Mu Yun, this ignorant guy, to let him know the consequences of offending the Wu family.

But who could have expected that Mu Yun would seize such a chance at the critical moment.

He temporarily used the power of the origin of heaven and earth from the sacrificial vessel to greatly reduce the power of the attack that he had launched with all his strength.

"Is this a warrior at the Half-Step Divine Mansion realm?"

Wu Jiu pondered secretly, feeling both unwilling and a bit apprehensive.

He now had to admit that the Half-Step Divine Mansion realm did indeed possess a powerful force far beyond that of the Outer Gang Grandmaster.

Just now, if Mu Yun had not been in the Half-Step Divine Mansion realm.

Under the overwhelming and terrifying pressure of heaven and earth from the ancestor of the Wu family.

No matter how hard a warrior at the Outer Gang Grandmaster level struggles, it will be in vain, and he will have no choice but to be killed.

Ugh!
What a pity. If Mu Yun didn’t have the skin of the Xuanniao Guard, Wu Jiu would really want to take action again and kill Mu Yun with a palm.

Ugh!
After all, he let go of a Xuanniao Guard who was at the Half-Step Divine Mansion realm and secretly held a grudge against him.

Even though Wu Jiu was from the Wu family, one of the eight major families and was proud of its deep roots, he still felt a lingering fear.

Who knows what means this resentful Mu Yun will use in secret to take revenge on himself in the future.

As Wu Jiu's mind turned, he gently raised the crutch in his left hand and moved like a ghost.

After a few ups and downs, Wu Jiu had already arrived beside Mu Yun.

He lowered his eyes to look at Mu Yun, only to see that he was covered in blood and looked in a miserable state.

Seeing this, Wu Jiu couldn't help but show a satisfied look on his face, "Hehehe!"

A burst of extremely hearty laughter escaped from his mouth. The laughter was sharp and carried a hint of twisted pleasure, spreading wantonly in the air around him.

"Master Mu," Wu Jiu deliberately dragged out the last word, his tone stern, "You'd better tell me where that bastard Lu Xuan is, otherwise..."

Wu Jiu didn't finish his words.

However, the cold murderous intent in his words permeated the air like a substance, and anyone could hear the threat in his words.

However, the only response Wu Jiu received was a dead silence.

Mu Yun was still pinned to the ground by that powerful force, unable to move.

His eyes were wide open, and the murderous intent in them was so strong that it seemed to solidify into substance.

When Wu Jiu saw this, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that when dealing with an opponent like Mu Yun who was at the Half-Step Divine Mansion Realm and harbored hatred, he could not be merciful and had to strike first.

"It seems that we can't keep you here!"

Wu Jiu squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

In his opinion, if he didn't deal with Mu Yun as soon as possible, he might really fall into the hands of this tough guy and end up in trouble.

A fierce light flashed in Wu Jiu's eyes, and the five fingers of his right hand were instantly wrapped in a rich purple light, like five evil pythons breathing out purple air, emitting a cold and dangerous aura.

Immediately afterwards, his arm, wrapped in a strong wind, like a black lightning, slashed directly towards Mu Yun's face.

The speed was so fast that it almost cut through the air, without any hesitation.

Because, in Wu Jiu's mind, he had already weighed the pros and cons and made up his mind.

The reason he took action this time was just to destroy Mu Yun's cultivation, make him a useless person, and leave him with a life so that he could linger in this world.

After all, killing the Xuanniao Guards and merely destroying their cultivation are two completely different things.

If it is the former, Wu Jiu will definitely die afterwards, but if it is the latter, there is still a chance to maneuver.

Wu Jiu knew very well that the Xuanniao Guard, as the elite force directly under the empress, was deeply trusted by the empress.

If she really killed Mu Yun regardless of the consequences, with the empress's thundering methods, she would never let the Wu family go easily.

By then, the entire Wu family might be involved in this horrific disaster.

By then, I'm afraid there won't be any need for the Empress to punish us.

In order to appease the empress's anger, the ancestors of his own family would definitely kill him with a palm without hesitation.

Send your own life as a scapegoat to calm the storm.

However, just as Wu Jiu's right palm was about to touch Mu Yun's face.

Something unexpected happened!

Wu Jiu only felt that his right arm suddenly stopped, as if it had instantly entered extremely hot magma.

An indescribable burning pain rushed up along the meridians in his right arm, causing Wu Jiu extreme pain.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Jiu's entire right arm moved at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

Inch by inch, bit by bit, it turned into ashes.

Fine black powder floated slowly in the air, and some of it even fell on Wu Jiu's old face.

In an instant, a dark and deep shadow that seemed to be able to swallow everything silently enveloped Wu Jiu's slightly hunched body.

Wu Jiu was shocked, his hair stood on end, and he raised his head almost subconsciously, staring at the source of the shadow.

"Lu Xuan!"

The moment he saw who was coming, Wu Jiu's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and anger.

He gnashed his teeth and roared, "It's you, the bastard kid, causing trouble again!"

Lu Xuan seemed not to hear Wu Jiu's angry roar. His expression was cold and his eyes went straight past him.

Then, he focused his gaze firmly on Wu Jiu's forehead, where there were strange purple lines.

"Is it the power of the spirit again?"

Lu Xuan murmured softly, his voice was not loud, but it was full of certainty.

While Lu Xuan's voice was still echoing in the air, a powerful and terrifying divine power swept out from his body.

Wherever this divine power went, the air was stirred violently.

The mysterious pressure from heaven and earth that originally permeated the surroundings and almost suffocated the Xuanniao Guards.

It actually collapsed rapidly under the impact of Lu Xuan's divine consciousness.

At this moment, the strength of all the Xuanniao guards present, including Mu Yun, returned to its peak state.

When Wu Jiu sensed countless murderous gazes stabbing at him, the blood color on his face instantly faded and he felt a panic in his heart.

At this moment, Wu Jiu no longer had the arrogance he had before. He spoke hurriedly, his voice trembling unconsciously: "Lu Xuan, don't mess around!"

As he spoke, he unconsciously took half a step back, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"I represent the Wu family and am here to negotiate with you!"

Wu Jiu tried to calm the situation with words, but his pretended calm tone could hardly conceal the fear in his heart.

(End of this chapter)