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In the distance, the Twin Dragons once again appeared in the Dust Realm, the Azure Dragon and the Crimson Dragon tearing at each other amidst the clouds, engaging in a primal battle high in the sky.
When Bu Luo saw the talented individuals surrounding the teahouse, he adopted a challenger’s stance and launched an attack on Ji Wuqiu. The intensity of their leg strikes noticeably diminished against Dong Lai.
He thought that no one would want to miss such a momentous battle, one that was destined to be recorded in history. Even a single opportunity to strike would be enough.
Hong Yulong resumed his human form. After the Battle of the Desolate Mountains, he had turned misfortune into fortune, completely mastering the Ascension Technique. With Yin Tianheng's assistance, he practiced the technique without worrying about being eternally trapped by Ling Spirit within its confines.
Gasping, he thought that his mission was to stop me; if he dared to challenge me, I could step over his corpse.
Mu Qinglong halted his strikes but remained resolute. Both knew that their battle was evenly matched under the influence of the False True Artifact. If they truly wanted to determine a victor, it would likely take a long time. By then, Gu Ping's battle would have long since concluded.
On the other side, An Su Su looked at Ye You with a questioning gaze, her eyes silently inquiring.
He believed in him; since he had come, he would not return defeated.
Could it be Mahayana Practitioner? Could it be Wu Qiu?
Gu Ping did not know Ji Wuqiu and had never heard of his reputation. However, An Su Su had heard of him, as had Ye You and Mu Qinglong.
Was this truly someone who had lived for nearly eighty thousand years? Had Nine Nether Gate really given up on their chance at the Immortal Path? A powerful figure respected by everyone in the Ninth Underworld.
Some liked to call him Wuqiu Elder, but Ji Wuqiu preferred to be addressed as Mr. Ji.
As for whether it is true or not, opinions vary. Ji Wuqiu has stood guard at the Nine Nether Gate and the boundary between demons and monsters for tens of thousands of years, never allowing a single demon to step into the territory of Ren He, laying a solid foundation for the development of the Nine Nether Gate.
Everyone thought Ji Wuqiu would soon be seeking help from the heavens, but unexpectedly, he arrived at Street Bridge City from Zhu Xian Mountain.
What was even more surprising was that the misstep at Zhu Xian Mountain had attracted Mahayana Practitioners from the Dust Realm, a group of rising stars. These talents came to Zhu Xian Mountain at Gu Ping's invitation, not realizing that the misstep had been praised as an Earth Immortal and was a powerful Mahayana Practitioner with a title.
Seeing those young, unfamiliar faces, Ji Wuqiu suddenly recalled decades ago when he first saw Zhu Xian Mountain on the battlefield.
The youthful faces looked at him defiantly. Ji Wuqiu wanted to wipe away the blood of demons from Zhu Xian Mountain's face with his aged legs. This was Zhu Xian Mountain's first time participating in human activities, engaging in battles against demons.
He was strong; one day he would defeat me and then kill me.
Ji Wuqiu clearly remembered the first sentence that Zhu Xian Mountain had said to him, which was also the only thing they exchanged during their first meeting.
That time, Ji Wuqiu had saved that butcher Ru Ming from Dong Lai amidst a horde of demons. Ji Wuqiu felt joy because in Zhu Xian Mountain's eyes, he saw not just slaughter but also a pursuit of power and a thirst for life.
When did a group of young people dare to challenge Mahayana Practitioners? The title of Earth Immortal was indeed impressive.
Ji Wuqiu soared into the sky, overlooking everyone from the Nine Heavens. Then, the Liangyi Sword transformed into a red rainbow, while the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword took root in the ground, growing into a towering vine that carried everyone to the heights of Nine Heavens.
Gu Ping seriously scanned each person's face and made eye contact with everyone one by one. When Gu Ping saw the fierce fighting spirit burning in their eyes, he reminded them once again:
He would say it again; each person had one chance to strike.
No one would joke with their own life. Among all those present, even Gu Ping dared not say they could withstand a blow from Ji Wuqiu and still retreat unscathed. Therefore, in that battle where the realms were vastly different, everyone had only one chance to strike.
Perhaps they would succeed, perhaps they would fail; regardless, they had to withdraw from the battlefield.
Not far away, to the east of the fierce winds, Wei Wuyou and Chongming Guang gazed up at the endless starry sky of Nine Heavens, where the towering Teng Mu stood. Everyone was poised, ready to face an attack from the Mahayana Practitioner at any moment.
Why am I not acting like myself?
Although Wei Wuyou had not interacted with many people, he had a knack for reading others. This made Yan Dong's Chongming Guang slightly surprised; the false narrative did not align with his character.
Chongming Guang stared at the starry sky above him. At that moment, beneath the Teng Mu, the stars truly shone brightly—Gasping was nowhere to be found.
Chongming Guang couldn't help but recall a few days ago when he suddenly received a letter from Gu Ping. A small fox with a tuft of deep gray fur on its neck easily found his residence and delivered the letter right to his lap.
The little fox was fierce; Nangong Huan liked it. Chongming Guang wondered if the little fox was indeed Bei Qinping's Pure Fox that Yoyo had mentioned. After their last meeting, Chongming Guang felt something was different.
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