High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

P.S.: The previous chapter was missed, but it's been added now, -_-||. Chapter 5 will be posted today.

Su Jie stood rooted to the spot, completely still, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering. He even gave Mo Chen a smile that could only be described as "gentle":

"Mo Chen, you old dog, your 'power' doesn't seem to work on me."

"You!" Mo Chen was furious at Su Jie's way of addressing him, but his heart was in turmoil.

This bizarre ability... the secrets hidden within this child are even more astonishing than he imagined!

Just as Mo Chen was filled with shock and anger, hesitating whether to resort to more drastic measures, a lazy, somewhat mocking voice rang out in the pavilion.

"Mo Chen, you have quite the airs of an official."

Immediately afterwards, the space inside the pavilion rippled like water, and a handsome, almost otherworldly figure, dressed in the star-patterned robes of the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Sect, casually leaned against the door frame.

With a cynical smile on his face, he was none other than Hua Wuqi.

Mo Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, and the black mist surrounding him abruptly solidified: "Hua Wuqi?!"

"Hey, Brother Mo Chen, you have a good memory, you still remember me."

Hua Wuqi stood up straight with a grin, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere, and slowly strolled in.

First, he casually nodded to Deacon Wenyuan, then brazenly stood in front of Su Jie, completely blocking Mo Chen's cold gaze.

"Junior Brother Hua, this is an official matter of the Surveillance Bureau's Sky Patrol Division. Do you intend to interfere?" Mo Chen's tone was icy, but his heart sank.

Hua Wuqi is quite powerful, but more importantly, he has Li Chen Daozun and the entire Wanxiang Tianzong behind him, making him an extremely tough nut to crack.

"Official business? What official business?" Hua Wuqi picked at his ear, looking like he hadn't heard him clearly.

"All I see is some shameless old man, relying on his Dominator cultivation and the name of the Sky Patrol Division, bullying my newly initiated, unarmed, innocent, and kind junior brother!"

"You!" Mo Chen was speechless with anger. Unarmed? Naïve and kind? What does this have to do with that human boy?!

"What do you mean, 'what about me'?" Hua Wuqi's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually turned cold. "Palace Master Mo Chen, before I came, Senior Uncle Li Chen happened to pass on a message to me. He said..."

Hua Wuqi deliberately dragged out his tone, staring into Mo Chen's eyes as he said, "Wuqi, go and see who has the audacity to extend the claws of the Sky Patrol Division onto the heads of my Li Chen disciples."

"Since he dares to disregard me, then you should strike him with your sword for your senior uncle and see just how much he's worth, whether he's even qualified to mess with someone from my Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Sect."

The moment the words left his mouth, the temperature inside the attic seemed to plummet!

The carefree smile on Hua Wuqi's face vanished completely, replaced by a sharp, piercing edge, like a sword!

He seemed to transform from a soft sword sheathed in an instant into a ferocious weapon ready to drink blood as soon as it was drawn!

There was no earth-shattering burst of power, but the invisible pressure made Wen Yuan, who was also at the Sovereign Realm, instantly suffocate, take several steps back, and turn pale.

Mo Chen was terrified, a chill running down his spine and straight to the top of his head!

He knew all too well what kind of personality Li Chen Daozun had; that person's "slash with a sword" was definitely not just talk!

What's more troublesome is that Hua Wuqi, that madman, is actually capable of taking action and has the power to do so!

"Hua Wuqi! How dare you! I am a subordinate overlord of the Celestial Patrol Division of the Overwatch Council, acting under orders! Your attack on me is a provocation against the Overwatch Council and against the laws of the Dao Clan!"

Mo Chen shouted fiercely but was actually weak inside. Black mist churned around him, and a phantom of a jet-black armor with countless painful faces appearing on its surface appeared on his body. That was his Dominator-level protective divine power, the Armor of Ten Thousand Grudges!

"On orders? On whose orders? The private orders of those old ghosts from the 'Sky Patrol Lineage', right?" Hua Wuqi sneered, casually raising his right hand and pointing his fingers like a sword.

"The Censorate? The law? Don't try to fool me with those! Today, I, Hua Wuqi, am only acting on the orders of my Uncle-Master Li Chen to cut off your outstretched claws!"

The moment the word "slay" was uttered, Hua Wuqi moved.

A condensed, gray sword aura, seemingly swallowing up all the surrounding light, burst forth from his fingertips!

The sword energy seemed to transcend the limitations of space, and it arrived in front of Mo Chen as soon as it appeared!

Even more terrifying is that wherever the sword energy passed, the space inside the pavilion, which was reinforced by multiple arrays, silently developed fine black cracks, just like fragile glass!

Mo Chen let out a strange cry, and the Myriad Griefs Armor shone brightly with black light. Countless painful faces roared out and transformed into layers of black shield walls. At the same time, he retreated rapidly, trying to merge into the void to avoid it.

However, it was all in vain.

That hazy, gray sword energy, like a hot knife through butter, easily tore through layers of vengeful spirit shields.

The wailing of the vengeful spirit abruptly ceased the moment it touched the sword energy, as if it had been obliterated by an even more terrifying being.

"No!" Mo Chen's eyes finally showed horror. He frantically activated his divine power, even burning his essence blood, in an attempt to withstand the attack.

laugh!

After the soft sound, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Hua Wuqi remained standing in the same spot, as if he had never made a move, only gently blowing away non-existent dust from his fingertips.

Mo Chen stood frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief and terror. He slowly lowered his head to look at his right shoulder.

It was completely empty there.

His right arm, along with half of his shoulder, had been completely gone!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, with no blood splattering, because the flesh and even the laws at the wound had been completely annihilated by the "reincarnation" sword intent contained in that hazy sword energy!

Even the possibility of a severed arm regenerating has been completely severed!

Its body, which could be called immortal, appeared so fragile under this sword!

"Ah!!!" The belated excruciating pain and the weakness caused by the damage to his very essence finally surged up, and Mo Chen let out a shrill scream.

His aura instantly weakened considerably, and his remaining left finger pointed at Hua Wuqi, his whole body trembling. "Hua Wuqi! How dare you... how dare you..."

"It's so noisy." Hua Wuqi frowned and waved his hand impatiently.

"Master Lichen said you should go back and tell those old ghosts that if they want to play dirty tricks, my Wanxiang Tianzong will play along to the end."

But if they dare to target his disciples again, he'll personally intervene; next time, it won't be as simple as losing an arm.

Mo Chen glared venomously at Hua Wuqi and Su Jie, especially at Su Jie, his eyes seeming to want to devour him alive.

But he knew that if he stayed any longer, Hua Wuqi, that madman, might actually kill him.

Not daring to utter any more threats, he used his remaining left arm to tear open a spatial rift, then slipped inside in a disheveled state and disappeared.

Silence returned to the attic.

Deacon Wen Yuan was already dumbfounded, his back soaked with cold sweat. He knew that the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Sect was protective of its own, and he knew that Daoist Li Chen was powerful, but he never expected that he would be so powerful and domineering!