Chapter 153: The Arrival of the Dan Saint Palace

Chapter 153: The Arrival of the Dan Saint Palace

In the desolate realm, the current situation could be described as tense, with various factions quietly gathering outside the city of the Wan Dao Sword Sect, but few daring to enter the city.

Everyone was waiting anxiously, wanting to witness this historic moment.

The Dan Saint Palace and the Wan Dao Sword Sect, who would have the last laugh.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, making the city of the Wan Dao Sword Sect appear resplendent, as if filled with vitality. However, everyone could feel an extremely oppressive atmosphere, as if the air had solidified and a storm was about to break.

Suddenly, the crowds from all directions outside the city looked up to the sky, their eyes gradually becoming fiery, knowing that the storm had arrived.

"The Dan Saint Palace's Mu Rong Jue, specially here to visit the Wan Dao Sword Sect."

The voice was like thunder, echoing through the sky, covering the entire city.

The crowd only saw one warship after another flying at a steady pace, each one majestic and awe-inspiring, shaking people's hearts. Especially the foremost warship, entirely golden, as if an emperor had descended, exuding a terrifying pressure.

"The Dan Saint Palace is indeed formidable, actually having saint-grade warships, the lineup is impressive."

The crowd sighed secretly.

They were not only impressed by the magnificent and majestic warships, but also by the warriors on board.

On the golden warship, there were only four people.

The leader, dressed in white robes, although old in appearance, exuded an overwhelming aura, like a god of war. Wherever his gaze fell, people avoided eye contact, not daring to look directly at him.

This person was Mu Rong Jue, the Palace Master of the Dan Saint Palace, proficient in both alchemy and martial arts, all of them at the saint level, ranked fifteenth on the Emperor's List, on par with Mo Wenjian.

Besides him, there was a middle-aged man with narrow, cold eyes, exuding a chilling aura, as if he were a sharp blade.

Mu Rong Wanjun, at the peak of imperial martial arts, ranked sixty-eighth on the Emperor's List.

The Dan Saint Palace had five rankings on the Emperor's List, which was extremely powerful.

Of course, this was closely related to the Dan Saint Palace's expertise in the Dao of alchemy. With abundant resources of medicinal herbs, the probability of breaking through realms was greatly increased.

Behind the golden warship, there were more than ten warships, with hundreds of warriors densely arranged on them, all of them high-level imperial martial artists.

"The Dan Saint Palace has arrived!"

Inside the Wan Dao Sword Sect, Mo Dao Hua's pupils constricted, gleaming with sharpness.

He glanced at the refining room, unsure when it would end, but no matter what, he couldn't let anyone enter this place. Even if he had to fight to the death, he had to keep the enemy out.

"Qing Qing, you stay here, Mo Li, command the Wan Dao Sword Sect, follow me to meet the enemy."

Mo Dao Hua's expression was resolute as he soared into the air and headed outside.

"The Dan Saint Palace has come from afar, I wonder what they're here for?"

Mo Dao Hua looked at the densely packed warships, his pupils slightly restrained, but quickly returned to normal.

Behind him, Mo Li and other elite members of the Wan Dao Sword Sect all came out, confronting the Dan Saint Palace from a distance.

"Mo Dao Hua, you know full well why I'm here."

Mu Rong Jue looked at Mo Dao Hua coldly, full of disdain. If it were in Mo Wenjian's heyday, he would still be wary, but apart from that, no one in the Wan Dao Sword Sect could catch his eye.

"I don't understand what Palace Master Mu Rong means."

Mo Dao Hua shook his head.

Nowadays, he had also become clever, knowing that they needed more time at this moment. Therefore, he pretended to be ignorant and tried to delay as much as possible.

"Don't understand?"

Mu Rong Jue sneered, "The Dan Saint Palace sent people to help, but the Wan Dao Sword Sect, instead of showing gratitude, repaid kindness with enmity, ruthlessly killing my nephew and grandson. How should I repay this kindness?"

"I've already said that the deaths of Mu Rong Feng and Mu Rong Yi were not caused by us."

Mo Dao Hua shook his head again.

Mu Rong Jue burst into laughter, and after a long time, he gradually calmed down and said coldly, "Mo Dao Hua, you're not qualified to talk to me yet. Let your father come out."

"Father is unwell and unable to see guests. Palace Master Mu Rong, why don't you go back, and another day, my father and I will visit the Dan Saint Palace."

"Unwell?"

Mu Rong Jue shook his head, laughing inwardly.

It was probably not just unwell, but already estranged.

He knew best how terrifying the blood poison was. Mo Wenjian was definitely unable to contend with it and would undoubtedly die.

However, knowing was one thing, but he would never say it.

He took a step forward to the edge of the warship and said, "Whether he's unwell or not, I have to see for myself."

As he spoke, Mu Rong Jue stepped out, heading towards the Wan Dao Sword Sect.

Mo Dao Hua's expression trembled, a long sword appeared in his hand, pointing directly at Mu Rong Jue, and said, "What does Palace Master Mu Rong mean? Do you want to force your way into the Wan Dao Sword Sect?"

"Meaning? Mo Dao Hua, do you really think that your actions can deceive the heavens? The deaths of Feng'er and Yi'er are definitely related to the Wan Dao Sword Sect. If you surrender willingly, I can spare a few lives. Otherwise, I will wipe out the entire Wan Dao Sword Sect."

Mu Rong Jue's hands were behind his back, his expression cold.

With a single word, all the warriors of the Dan Saint Palace emerged from their warships, either wielding mysterious weapons or unleashing their aura. In an instant, the entire sky trembled incessantly, and a terrifying pressure permeated in all directions.

"Where is Ye Wujin? Come out and face death."

Mu Rong Yun's voice was as cold as ice. His purpose in this trip was to avenge Mu Rong Feng and Mu Rong Yi by killing the murderer Ye Wujin.

"The Wan Dao Sword Sect does not welcome the Dan Saint Palace. Those who dare to enter the city will be killed without mercy."

Mo Dao Hua responded coldly, his long sword trembling, his sword intent flowing, sharp and terrifying.

Mo Li and the other elite members of the Wan Dao Sword Sect were also ready to fight, prepared to strike at any moment.

"No mercy?"

Mu Rong Jue sneered, "I'd like to see how the Wan Dao Sword Sect will kill without mercy."

With that, he took a step forward, ready to charge into the Wan Dao Sword Sect.

But suddenly, his steps trembled and the sky froze, because there was a breath, accompanied by a sound.

"Murong Jue, do you think that what Alchemy Palace has done can be concealed?"

The next moment, a figure roared out, and it turned out to be Mo Wenjian.

At this moment, Mo Wenjian's momentum was very fierce, and there was no sign of death, as if he had been reborn.

"Father."

Mo Daohua and Mo Li were instantly overjoyed. They knew that Ye Wuji had really saved their father.

"Hey, didn't you say that Mo Wenjian's end is approaching? Judging from its condition, it seems to be getting stronger and stronger. What's going on?"

"Is this the Wandao Sword Sect's old formation that creates doubts and confuses the Alchemy Palace?"

The crowd of people watching outside the city instantly became uproar and talked about it.

The reason why they were not optimistic about the Wandao Sword Sect was because they learned that the old sect leader Mo Wenjian seemed to be nearing his end of life and was about to perish. Without Mo Wenjian, how could the Wandao Sword Sect compete with the Dan Sheng Palace.

But at this moment, Mo Wenjian's momentum was astonishing, and there was no way he was going to die.

It seems that this storm is not as simple as imagined.

The most shocking thing was Murong Jue and the others.

They knew very well how terrifying the blood poison was. How could Mo Wenjian recover as before? Could it be that he was not poisoned at all?

This was impossible. Murong Yun had personally confirmed it, and there was no doubt that Mo Wen's sword was poisoned with blood.

But why is he not dead yet?