Legend of Fighting Emperor

The taller cultivator called Wang Xiong became angrier the more he thought about it, thinking, I am a dignified peak tenth level of Qi Condensation cultivator, how is it possible for me to look at Mu Xuan with such fire in my eyes, my heart became even more furious. His mouth was screaming as he once again struck his palm towards Mu Xuan's head. This time, his eyes that were as big as copper bells popped out so much that he didn't even blink, wanting to personally see his palm strike Mu Xuan's face.

"Pa!" An even louder clapping sound came out, Zhang Hu who was beside them covered her swollen face. That face had now turned into a pig's face. His eyes were squinting, blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth, and three teeth were flying in the air once again. It was as if he was showing off the great power of Wang Xiong's palm strike.

Wang Xiong's body trembled, the gaze he looked at Zhang Hu with was no longer filled with guilt, but filled with overflowing anger. "You, how can you snatch me away?"

"Junior Brother Mu, we will immediately lead the way, and we will head to Zhuang Mansion together!" Both of them carefully went to the front to lead the way. Taking the lead and walking out of the sect, Mu Xuan followed closely behind without batting an eyelid.

Previously, when Mu Xuan saw the two of them standing in front of the door, he wanted to casually send the two away, but when he heard that it was Zhuang Elder. As he was thinking about how to get more people from the Zhuang Mansion, he never expected that the Zhuang Mansion would actually send someone over. What happened just now.

After passing through three great halls of the outer sect, Wang Xiong and Zhang Hu fearfully brought Mu Xuan all the way to the Third Peak. Halfway there, Wang Xiong could not help but ask Zhang Hu quietly. "How can you take Xiuhong behind my back?"

Not long later, they arrived at the Zhuang Mansion on the mountain side of the Third Peak. This Zhuang Mansion was truly luxurious, and was something that Mu Xuan's house could not compare to. Two daotong brought the three in, passing by the engraved dragon painting, phoenix gold silk and zhennan wooden corridor, and shockingly saw the Golden Python Scale Leopard sleeping on the ground at a Lanqiao area.

It was fast asleep when it heard someone coming in. Seeing that it was actually Mu Xuan, he suddenly roared out, wanting to pounce on her. Mu Xuan stared at the Leopard, a cold light flashed in his eyes. The Golden Python Scale Leopard suddenly felt uneasy and actually began to whimper. Seeing this, the two daoists and the two daoists felt a chill in their hearts. This Golden Python Scale Leopard was usually very ferocious, and only the Zhuang father, son and son could make it keep quiet in this residence. Upon seeing the others in the room, they all displayed ferocious expressions and roared loudly. But when she saw that Mu Xuan was about to roar, she suddenly heard a whimper. Is this Mu Xuan a ninth layer of Qi Condensation cultivator?

After passing through a few more attics, they arrived at a luxurious main hall.

In the main hall, Mu Xuan saw an old man sitting cross-legged on a leather mat, wearing a silk robe with his eyes closed. It was Elder Zhuang Batian, the person who had released the Spiritual Altar Realm from his peak, causing Mu Xuan to feel as if he was having trouble breathing.

Beside her, Mu Xuan's eyes were wide opened. Was she not the young lady Nuo Yi? Why was she here? Although she was dressed in maid clothes, Mu Xuan still recognized her in one glance. She had also discovered Mu Xuan, and a trace of pleasant surprise, hope and helpless sadness flashed past her eyes.

Beside him, there was a praying mat with a man sitting cross-legged. It was a man wearing an extravagant embroidered robe. The man was handsome and had an extraordinary bearing. His cultivation could not help but cause Mu Xuan to look at him a few more times. Was this Ergonomics cultivation? The way the man served and the Langya Sect were completely different.

Mu Xuan seemed to recognize that this was the same treatment as the one he received from Nuo Yi previously. Could they be from the Mystic Sword Sect? The handsome man did not close his eyes, he had been proudly watching Mu Xuan carefully, showing his great interest. But Zhuang Wenlong did not appear in the main hall.

Mu Xuan immediately ignored the gaze that was staring at him like he was playing with his prey, and turned to look at the silent Zhuang Elder. Taking a deep breath, he cupped his fists and bowed, "Zhuang Elder, disciple Mu Xuan greets you. I wonder what orders do you have for Mu Xuan? Also, where did Zhuang Elder invite my two senior brothers? " Mu Xuan also understood one thing, how could he not lower his head in front of other people. The two senior brothers were kidnapped by them, and they had hostages in their hands. Right now, he could only lower his head and endure!

"Hmph, I never thought that you would actually have reached the ninth layer of Qi Condensation!" "Zhuang Elder snorted, his face turning gloomy. Why aren't you returning my Demon Resisting Whip, ink-jar and the wooden sword in the box yet? "

"Mu Xuan's eyes turned cold as he stared at Zhuang Elder without saying a word. The sect rules state that if one is to steal it from the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range area, it belongs to one's self. " Mu Xuan spoke word for word.

Zhuang Batian's eyes were filled with tears. Kneel down! " Immediately, his body flickered, the cultivation at the peak of the spiritual stage increased greatly, rushing straight at Mu Xuan, as though it was real, it soared into the sky and surrounded Mu Xuan. Waves of pressure caused the entire hall to be sealed. Nuo Yi, Wang Xiong and Zhang Hu trembled, feeling the terrifying pressure, even their breathing became cautious. Fortunately, this pressure wasn't directed towards them, or else they would have instantly fallen down. The imposing aura had circled around the man who was sitting cross-legged and was pressing down on Mu Xuan like a fierce tiger, pressing down on his bones and muscles.

Mu Xuan stood there with a pained expression on his face, his entire body was trembling, his teeth chattered loudly, causing people to feel that in the next second, he would be able to be suppressed and kneel down. However, Mu Xuan still felt that it was just a little bit more. He continued to stand there painfully, as if he was on the verge of collapse, and did not kneel down.

The expression on Zhuang Elder's face became even gloomier, and he released even more pressure, using all his strength to suppress Mu Xuan. Let's see how long you can hold out for. "

The pressure was like a wave, suddenly increased exponentially, and like a huge wave crashing into the face of Mu Xuan, it came crashing down. Mu Xuan's entire body trembled, he was on the verge of collapse, as though he could not move an inch, his entire body felt like he was being confined, he struggled to hold on, but was not pressured to kneel down.