Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 221 Heavenly Tapir Star

Fifty miles outside the Hidden Soldiers Valley, there is a narrow valley.

The five Yama Kings, leading hundreds of Xuanming Cult members, were advancing rapidly, with Jiang Renjie in the center, constantly urging them on.

"Hurry! The Underworld Emperor has ordered that the entrance to Hidden Weapon Valley must be found as soon as possible!"

Suddenly, the followers at the front screamed in agony as several of them had their throats slit by an invisible force and fell to the ground dead.

"alert!"

Jiang Yuanxin roared, but it was too late.

On the cliffs on both sides, dozens of figures in black appeared silently. Like ghosts, they fired their crossbows in unison, and the poisoned crossbow bolts fell like a storm, instantly killing another group of followers.

"Bad guy!"

Jiang Chongde was shocked and furious, and slapped away several crossbow bolts.

"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail! Get out here!" Jiang Zhaoyi, who had the most fiery temper, roared and his body surged with energy as he charged toward the cliff.

Just then, a dark shadow fell from the sky like a meteorite, crashing heavily in front of the five Yama Kings, cracking the ground and filling the air with dust.

As the smoke cleared, a short, stout man wearing a metal mask was revealed, with the ancient Chinese character "貘" (mo) engraved on it.

Four claws shaking the earth, the eighth generation of Tianmo Star, Lü Zi!

He held no weapon, yet stood there silently, emanating a killing intent more terrifying than the five Yama Kings combined.

Tianmo Xing didn't speak, but his pupils turned square and became a deep blue. A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask. Then he raised his hand and beckoned to the five Yama Kings.

"Insanity!"

Jiang Xuanli and Jiang Yuanxin roared simultaneously, attacking Tianmo Star from the left and right respectively, unleashing the power of the Xuanming Sect's ultimate techniques, the Black Dragon Fist and the Mountain-Shaking Fist.

Tianmo Xing neither dodged nor evaded; with a swift movement, he struck first, his hands gripping the wrists of both men with pincer-like precision.

Click!

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

Jiang Xuanli and Jiang Yuanxin screamed as their wrists were crushed. Before they could react, Tianmoxing swung his hands and slammed the two of them together like sandbags.

boom!
With a muffled thud, both men coughed up blood, their bones broken, and collapsed to the ground. In a single exchange, two formidable figures were severely wounded.

Jiang Renjie, Jiang Chongde, and Jiang Zhaoyi were both shocked and furious, and simultaneously launched a full-scale attack. Tianmoxing's figure charged forward like a boar, moving freely among the three's attacks, and every move he made inevitably brought a spray of blood or a scream.

His martial arts style is ruthless and direct, a killing technique honed on the battlefield, and extremely efficient.

In just over ten moves, Jiang Chongde's heart meridian was shattered by a single palm strike, Jiang Zhaoyi's throat was pierced by a finger strike, and in the end only Jiang Renjie, who had the highest martial arts skills, was left, being lifted off the ground by Tianmoxing by the neck, struggling in vain.

"The Bad Guys..."

Jiang Renjie managed to utter a few words. Beneath the mask of the Heavenly Tapir Star, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and his fingers tightened.

Click!

Jiang Renjie's head lolled limply to one side, and he died. Tianmo Xing tossed his body to the ground like trash, his gaze sweeping over the Xuanming Cult members who were already terrified and fleeing in all directions.

He didn't pursue, but simply issued a brief command. The thugs on the cliff raised their crossbows again. Moments later, there wasn't a single survivor in the valley.

Tianmo Xing picked up the three relatively intact heads of Jiang Renjie, Jiang Xuanli, and Jiang Yuanxin, and then vanished from the spot in a flash.

Not long after, at the Xuanming Sect's headquarters, on the door of the Underworld Emperor Zhu Yougui's bedroom, three bloody heads were neatly hung, and dripping blood gathered into a small pool of filth in front of the door.

The Xuanming cult members who witnessed this scene were terrified. Zhu Yougui rushed over upon hearing the news. Looking at the three dead heads with their eyes wide open, especially Jiang Renjie's eyes filled with fear, he let out a sharp, distorted roar. A terrifying black aura erupted from his body, sending several cult members flying backward and coughing up blood.

"You scoundrel! I, the Emperor, will never let you go!"

The roar echoed through the Xuanming Sect's headquarters, filled with rage. He didn't care about the mere five Yama Kings; what the Underworld Emperor cared about was the way the Bad Commander retaliated, which had slapped the face of his Xuanming Sect.

I reckon Zhu Wen will seize this opportunity to criticize him for being utterly useless.

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Qi Kingdom, Fengxiang Prefecture.

Li Xingyun strolled along the bustling streets. Fengxiang, as the capital of Qi Kingdom, despite the ravages of war, appeared more orderly and vibrant than other places under the rule of the Queen.

He made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts, and even appeared somewhat relaxed, as if he were truly a traveler visiting this place.

Soon, he felt several hidden gazes fall upon him. The spies from the Illusionary Sound Pavilion were indeed quite efficient.

Li Xingyun seemed oblivious and headed straight for the most famous restaurant in the city, Zuixianlou.

I went up to the third-floor private room, ordered a few side dishes and a pot of sake, poured myself a drink, and looked out the window as if I were watching the street scene.

About an incense stick's time later, soft footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs. A woman dressed in a light purple dress, with a graceful figure and a veil covering her face, walked gracefully in, followed by two sharp-eyed maids.

The woman walked straight to Li Xingyun's table, gave a slight curtsy, and said, "Young master, isn't it boring to drink alone? May I have the pleasure of inviting you for a cup?"

Li Xingyun withdrew his gaze, looked at her, and smiled slightly. His smile was gentle yet carried an air of knowing everything: "Miao Chengtian? Please sit down."

Miao Chengtian's pretty face, hidden beneath her veil, froze slightly as the other party had immediately recognized her identity.

She sat down as instructed, while two maids stood warily behind her.

"Does the young master know me?" Miao Chengtian asked tentatively.

"Who in the world doesn't know the name of the Nine Heavens Holy Maiden of the Illusionary Sound Pavilion?" Li Xingyun poured her a cup of wine. "Besides, the Holy Maiden came for me, didn't she?"

Miao Chengtian was even more shocked. The other party not only knew her, but also seemed to know her purpose.

“Young master is straightforward. May I ask what brings you to Fengxiang?” Miao Chengtian decided to get straight to the point.

Li Xingyun picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and turned his gaze back to the window. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable weight: "I have come to see Prince Qi."

Miao Chengtian's beautiful eyes narrowed: "Prince Qi is busy with affairs and may not be able to receive guests. If there is anything you need, young master, perhaps I can convey your message."

"You can't get through."

Li Xingyun shook his head, turned his gaze back to Miao Chengtian, and said, "Tell her that Li Xingyun is waiting for her here. If she does not appear within an incense stick's time, I will go to the Prince's residence to pay my respects."

"Li Xingyun?"

Miao Chengtian couldn't help but look puzzled, after all, she had never heard of the other person's name before, but... his surname was Li?
"Yes, the Li from the Li Tang dynasty!"

"Please wait a moment, young master."

Without further hesitation, she whispered a few words to a maid, who immediately obeyed and hurried downstairs.

The incense burned slowly, and the private room was completely silent.

Just as the incense sticks were about to burn out, footsteps sounded again from the stairwell.

This time, the footsteps were steady and powerful. A "man" dressed in magnificent royal robes, with a long sword at his waist, and a handsome face that exuded a compelling heroic spirit, slowly walked up, surrounded by Xuan Jingtian and other holy maidens.

(End of this chapter)