Chapter 155: You're Asking for Death

"Ye Wuji! Dan Saint!"

Murong Jue's pupils contracted, emitting waves of coldness.

Even when he emerged from seclusion, he heard many rumors about Ye Wuji.

Is there really such a monstrous figure in the Nine Hells Realm?

Not even seventeen yet, able to slay Murong Feng, his martial prowess so extraordinary, his alchemy skills terrifying, capable of curing blood poison and extending lifespan?

Such methods, not to mention him, even those powerful alchemists in the Dan Saint Palace couldn't achieve.

"Ye Wuji, come out and face your death!"

Murong Yun, shocked and enraged, roared out.

He never expected that Ye Wuji not only killed his son but also saved Mo Wenjian, ruining the plans of the Dan Saint Palace. Regardless, today, he must exterminate him.

Moreover, such a formidable individual must not be given the opportunity to continue growing.

"Curing blood poison, extending lifespan, so what? At most, I'll personally send you on your way."

Murong Jue strode out, his expression resolute.

Initially, he hesitated to engage in battle, not wanting to provoke conflict because the Dan Saint Palace could endure, willing to wear down Mo Wenjian.

However, Ye Wuji's monstrosity completely exceeded his imagination. How could such a terrifying enemy be allowed the opportunity to grow?

Today, even if it means sacrificing a thousand to kill one, he will destroy Ye Wuji.

He knew Ye Wuji was in the Wan Dao Sword Sect; he was determined to kill him.

Murong Jue's voice was stern, and in his hand, a grinding disc suddenly appeared, rapidly expanding in front of him, blocking the sun in the sky like a black hole, crushing towards Mo Wenjian.

"Murong Jue, your ambitions are too great. However, greed will lead to emptiness in the end."

Mo Wenjian didn't retreat; his sword appeared in response, its sharp edge slicing through the air, dazzling even in broad daylight, too blinding to stare directly at, carrying boundless power as it clashed with Murong Jue's aggression.

With one strike, the sun changed, the sword seeming to ignite, standing upon the grinding disc, amidst a deafening roar, cracks appeared on the disc, followed by its destruction.

Murong Jue's body trembled abruptly, momentarily halting his advance.

But Mo Wenjian didn't fare well either; as the sword energy dissipated, the powerful impact caused him to retreat two steps.

Although Mo Wenjian's ranking on the Imperial List was lower than Murong Jue's, being only one place behind, their strengths were comparable, difficult to distinguish.

Mo Wenjian was on the defensive, naturally at a disadvantage.

"Mo Wenjian, during my seclusion, I've gained something. You're still recovering from your injuries; how can you defeat me? Die!"

Murong Jue continued his onslaught, the grinding disc reappearing, seemingly inexhaustible, pressing fiercely against Mo Wenjian.

Behind him, Murong Fu also surged out with a solemn expression, commanding the elite of the Dan Saint Palace to charge forth.

On the side of the Wan Dao Sword Sect, Mo Daohua also rushed into battle, and the two sides collided head-on, causing the onlookers outside the city to retreat in terror, afraid of being caught in the aftermath.

"Murong Fu, your opponent is me."

In the sky, Mo Daohua locked onto Murong Fu, sword energy burning through the air like falling sparks, slashing down towards Murong Fu.

Ranked twenty-eight on the Imperial List, he wondered if he could replace him.

"Ye Wuji, face me."

Murong Yun paid no attention to the ants from the Wan Dao Sword Sect; his target was solely Ye Wuji.

That monstrous youth who killed his son, he wanted to see how monstrous he truly was and whether he could survive under his hand.

"Wanna lay hands on Lord Ye? You have to get past me first."

Mo Li held his sword, slicing through the air. Even though he was only at the peak of the Imperial Martial Realm, he dared to confront Murong Yun.

"Uncle Yun, leave this person to me. You go find Ye Wuji."

A figure floated over; it was Murong Wanjun.

Murong Yun stared coldly at Mo Li, then brushed past him, heading towards the Wan Dao Sword Sect's gate, unstoppable.

Mo Li wanted to intercept, but Murong Wanjun's blade blocked his advance.

"Mo Li, ranked sixty-five on the Imperial List, today, I will replace you."

Murong Wanjun spoke coldly, his killing intent palpable. It had been years since he fought someone from the Imperial List, but today, he would advance his ranking.

With a roar, Murong Wanjun surged forth with his aggression.

The entire sky plunged into a terrifying battle, various waves of energy sweeping in all directions, obscuring the sky and sun, as if doomsday had arrived.

The crowds within the city had long dispersed, watching from afar the terrifying battles.

"Although Mo Wenjian has recovered from his injuries, he's still no match for the Dan Saint Palace. Today's battle may be perilous for the Wan Dao Sword Sect."

"What a pity for Ye Wuji, such a monstrous talent, but unable to grow."

Watching the earth-shattering battles, the spectators sighed in secret.

Mo Wenjian was entangled by Murong Jue, Mo Daohua was constrained by Murong Fu, Mo Li and Murong Wanjun fought fiercely, and in these three pinnacle battlegrounds, victory was difficult to determine in the short term.

Even if one side prevailed, it would undoubtedly be a pyrrhic victory, unable to consider other factors.

And the Dan Saint Palace still had a Saint Martial expert, unstoppable by anyone.

Ye Wuji couldn't hide; he would inevitably face his enemies, but could he fight against a Saint Martial expert?

"Ye Wuji, come out."

Murong Yun barged into the Wan Dao Sword Sect's gate, smashing it open with a kick, his unstoppable footsteps.

Murong Yun's strength wasn't top-notch; his ranking on the Imperial List was only forty-three, and even peak Imperial Martial Realm experts could defeat him. But in the darkness of the Hades Realm, beneath the Saint Martial, he was invincible.

The warriors of the Wan Dao Sword Sect couldn't stop him.

"Father."

Seeing Murong Yun intrude into the sect, Mo Daohua's expression changed drastically, worried for Ye Wuji.

Although Ye Wuji was monstrously talented, he hadn't reached the Saint Martial realm; he might not be a match for Murong Yun.

"Focus on the battle; don't be distracted. Lord Ye won't be harmed." Mo Wenjian's voice was firm, without worry.

Perhaps his confidence wasn't solely because of Ye Wuji but also because of the involvement of Dance Startling the Heavens. How could Murong Yun harm him?

"It seems you're very confident in Ye Wuji. I wonder where your confidence comes from." Seeing Mo Wenjian's calm demeanor, Murong Jue became somewhat solemn.

But he was equally confident in Murong Yun.

" You'll see," Mo Wenjian responded coldly.

"Perhaps, you couldn't see that moment." Murong's killing blow became more ferocious, constantly colliding with Mo Wenjian.

Ahead, Murong Yun charged into the Wandao Sword Sect and roared: "Ye Wuji, if you don't show up again, I will immediately go to Xia Sanyou and kill everyone around you."

"Did you know that you are looking for death?"

Finally, a cold sound came from the depths of Wandao Sword Sect. It was very light, but it fell clearly in everyone's ears. Even the vibration of the battlefield could not cover it up, as if it contained some magic power.

The next moment, Ye Chen, dressed in green clothes, strolled over.

"Ye Wuji!"

Murong Yun's pupils shrank suddenly and he locked onto Ye Chen, his murderous intention was extremely strong and he made no secret of it.

"Murong Feng and Murong Yi dare to block my way, and they will die unjustly. This has nothing to do with the Dansheng Palace. Therefore, I do not want to participate in the matters here. However, you must seek death."

Ye Chen ignored Murong Yun's murderous intention and said coldly:

"Do you know that the people around me are the only ones I care about, but you want to kill them? You are looking for death."

The word "death" is very cold, and it also reveals unparalleled arrogance and confidence, which makes people's hearts tremble.