Chapter 449: Dont Have Loyalty! (2/2)
Boom—
The tremendous Dragon body was fragmented and scattered, powerful qi madly dispersed, turning into a burst of strong wind and brushed past the faces of the crowd.
“Old immortal—-” The disciples of Still water sword school cried out in panic.
They helplessly watched the White Dragon pierce through the centre of Old immortal's body, and given the power of that punch and the impact of the force, how would Old Immortal survive?
“Old immortal has died?”
“How is that possible? That Li Muyang—-He killed our old Old immortal?”
“With just one move, in just one round—-”
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The spectators around the Sword G.o.d Square blinked several times, trying to confirm that they had not mistaken the scene that they just saw.
“The famous Old immortal, how would he—be defeated in one move?”
“If this is the case, then what sort of cultivation level has Li Muyang reached? Could it be—that he has stepped into the Starry sky realm? To reach Starry Sky at his age is something unheard—-”
Ka！
Li Muyang's body descended, and his white cloud boots landed gently on the ice.
His forehead was dripping with sweat, chest heaving up and down, and was gasping frantically.
Just now that one attack—No, that continuous number of strikes had almost exhausted the essential qi within his body.
He remained calm in the moment of danger, took the Frighten Dragon Fist as his s.h.i.+eld and fought against Mu Dingyi's indestructible sword.
He rapidly sized up the situation, and just as the Frighten Dragon Fist was swallowed up by the Still water sword, he retaliated immediately with a more ferocious Mountain shaking fist—–Timing was very important; if he had attacked too early then he would have failed to break the protection of Mu Dingyi, if her had attacked too late then he would have been severed into pieces by the giant sword.
Finally, he delivered a Frighten Dragon fist at a close distance to destroy his origin. If struck, Mu Dingyi would be killed, and removed from the list of Starry Sky cultivators.
“Muyang—-“ Lu Qingming abrupt stood up. “You did—did it?”
When Lu Qingming was confronted with the sword barrier, he was shaken by Mu Dingyi, and allowed his sword to strike the door of the Lu mansion. Had it not been for his Father's timely counterattack, the door of the Lu family would have been knocked down. At that time, how would the Lu family have the face to stand in the capital?
The last time, he was only faced with a wisp of divine thought of Mu Dingyi, a residue shadow.
Now, Li Muyang was facing the real Mu Dingyi.
Before the battle, Li Muyang had enraged Mu Dingyi that he absolutely would not hold back—–The sword attack that Mu Dingyi launched out with all his strength, the Still water sword that was known to everyone across the Divine continent, the destructive Sever word technique with astonis.h.i.+ng power, was destroyed by Li Muyang?
Not only that, he also had counterattacked successfully, defeating Mu Dingyi with one punch—–
On the Sword G.o.d Square, Li Muyang stood proudly alone.
In the position where Mu Dingyi was just standing, there was not a person in sight.
“Muyang—-” Lu Qingming's eyes were brimmed with tears, grateful that his son had luckily survived. If Li Muyang had not blocked that sword, he most likely would have been beheaded.
Lu Xingkong's palms twitched, unable to conceal his smile, he decided to burst into a hearty laugh, and said to West Wind Emperor Chu Xianda: “This boy—-does not know how to respect the old. Although the sword has no eyes, but he can't just use a killing move right away—-He must still have the spirit of martial arts? He sent Old immortal flying right away, what about the face of the 3,000 disciples of Still water sword school? Your Majesty, Muyang is young, please forgive him.”
Chu Xianda's face was also twisted with shock, “Li Muyang—-won against Old immortal? A young hero, heroes really come from among the youths.”
“How is that possible?” The muscles on Prince Fu's face were visibly twitching as he stared at Li Muyang with disbelief. “This kid had won? Where's Old immortal? Where did Old immortal go?”
The corners of Chu Xun's mouth were curved in a cold smile, muttering: “Yes, this is the real Li Muyang—–Li Muyang, how long do you want to hide? I'm looking forward to your performance more and more.”
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Everyone looked at Li Muyang with a frightened face or were perhaps still in an absent, lifeless state.
With the exception of the piecing cold wind, the repressed breathing and intense heartbeat of the people around Mist Mountain, no one else spoke.
It was only after a long while that there were sounds at the foot of the mountain.
“What's going on?”
“Li Muyang won? How could Li Muyang win against Old immortal?”
“Li Muyang had won—-”
First it was whisper, then murmur, and finally gathered together to form a torrent of noises.
“Li Muyang—–”
“Li Muyang—-”
“Li Muyang—–”
———
From bottom to top, from the civilians to the officials.
Countless people yelled out the name of Li Muyang.
A youngster who had won against a renowned starry sky cultivator should be loved and respected by everyone—–
“Third elder brother, third elder brother—-” On Stargazing platform, the frail girl jumped up and down, pulling Song Tao's arm and exclaiming: “I knew Li Muyang won't die, I knew that Gongzi Muyang will win—he really had won. I can give the gift to him now—–”
Song Tao stood by the window and watched for a while, before he sneered, “how could it be so easy?”
Yes, how could it be so easy?
Just as everybody was celebrating Li Muyang's victory over Old immortal Mu Dingyi of Still water sword school, a pool of water emerged in the sky once again.
Then, the blue water mirror was constantly expanding and eventually turned into a waterfall that hung in the sky.
Crash——
The waterfall poured down, and the beads of water pelted the ground of the Sword G.o.d Square.
A white figure walked out of the waterfall.
White robe, loose hair, and barefooted.
It was the man who was mistaken to have lost to Li Muyang's punch, Old immortal of Still water.
He stood unscathed in the high alt.i.tude, standing before the world, calmly gazing at Li Muyang on the Sword G.o.d Square.
He had a condescending expression across his face, like a tiger looking at a rabbit in a gra.s.sland.
Song Chenxi scrunched her brows together, murmuring: “How come he is alive again? How come he's not dead?”
“Chenxi—-“ Song Tao interrupted. If these words were heard by the Still water disciples outside, there would be even more trouble.
“I just said it casually.” Song Chenxi also knew that she had said the wrong thing, smiled to her Third elder brother, and s.h.i.+fted her glance to the square again.
“You don't have loyalty.” Li Muyang looked up at Mu Dingyi, sighing gently: “Since we know each other, you should have cooperated with me and die, and help me succeed, then everybody would think you appreciate talent, how good would that be? What's the point of coming alive and play a few more rounds with you?”
“——–” Facing Li Muyang's accusation, Mu Dingyi unexpectedly did not know how to deal with him.
After a long while, he thought it would be better to not respond to him.
Mu Dingyi looked at Li Muyang, asking, “That punch just now is the Frighten dragon fist?”
Li Muyang smiled, “I don't care what kind of punch it is, I just care if it could beat you.”
“Frighten dragon fist—–is called the Frighten Dragon, created by the dragon clan tens of thousands of years ago.” Mu Dingyi's voice was calm, but his eyes were like blades slicing the body of Li Muyang. “And where did you learn this fist technique?”
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