Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Master Yu Ming snorted coldly and said sharply:

"They lack manners, so it's good to discipline them as well."

After he finished speaking, the oppressive aura surrounding Master Shouyue suddenly intensified by three points.

The intense heat was accompanied by an overbearing aura, and it looked as if it was about to crush Song Yan and Song An's Qi Sea and meridians along with the flow of Qi!

Just as Master Shouyue was about to vomit blood, Yuzhi's smile grew even brighter.

Chen Jiao, who was standing to the side, raised his sleeve and gently pressed Song Yan and Song An, who were about to pounce out, back to their original positions.

At the same time, he gently patted Shouyue Zhenren's waist.

The nascent soul pressure that had enveloped Master Shouyue vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

Master Shouyue felt a lightness throughout his body, his almost bent waist straightened instantly, and the churning blood and qi in his body calmed down.

She had just exerted all her magical power to resist the pressure, and now that the pressure had suddenly subsided, two faint blushes appeared on her face, making her skin look even more like jade.

When Grand Master Yu Ming saw that the pressure he had exerted was so easily neutralized by the other party, his expression remained unchanged, but his eyes, which contained a hidden golden light, narrowed slightly.

His gaze fell on the crimson-robed Taoist, whom he had completely ignored earlier, and he scrutinized him carefully.

How could a mere Golden Core cultivator so easily dissipate my oppressive aura? This person…

With the pressure gone and her qi and blood calming down, Master Shouyue turned to look at Chen Jiao's calm profile beside her, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Fellow Daoist, I..."

Chen Jiao did not turn around, but simply raised his hand slightly, indicating that she did not need to say anything more.

He calmly met Grandmaster Yu Ming's scrutinizing gaze, and simply smiled:

"You practice the Sun God lineage?"

When Master Yu Ming heard the crimson-robed Taoist speak in such an interrogative and disrespectful tone, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He has held the position of Lord of Xuanri Mountain for a long time. When ordinary Golden Core cultivators see him, which one doesn't tremble with fear and address him as "senior"?

This person's attitude was truly rude.

Master Yu Ming's arrogant expression deepened, his chin slightly raised, and he spoke in a deep, resonant voice:

"Indeed. I, Yu Ming, shall be in charge of Mount Xuanri."

My lineage of Xuanri Mountain inherits the Sun and Sun Dao lineage, the glorious sun and moon, supreme and noble, the orthodox lineage of the Xuanmen.

This heart and this path are as clear as day.

His gaze was like lightning, fixed on Chen Jiao, and he questioned:

"And who are you? What is your connection with the Songyue Sword Sect?"

"What just happened is an old feud between my Xuanri Mountain and Songyue Sword Sect. Are you trying to interfere without knowing the details?"

Yu Zhi, who was nestled beside Master Yu Ming, saw that this Taoist in crimson robes was composed and could actually face her mountain master directly.

And Shouyue, that vile woman, was even more filled with jealousy and resentment after he helped her escape from her predicament.

Her eyes flickered, first lingering on the cold yet captivating face of Master Shouyue, then glancing sideways at Chen Jiao, and speaking in a soft, coquettish tone:

"Oh, where did this chivalrous protector come from? How impressive!"

"Junior Sister Shouyue is truly skilled and resourceful. Leaving the sect, she's become even more adept at attracting attention and finding such a powerful backer."

After saying that, she deliberately leaned closer to Master Yu Ming, in an intimate manner.

Chen Jiao seemed not to hear Yu Zhi's veiled remarks, his gaze fixed solely on Grand Master Yu Ming.

His smile remained unchanged, and his tone was even somewhat calm as he said:

"Since it is the orthodox lineage of the Sun God, then it's easy to talk about."

"What this humble Taoist priest can strike is the sun."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange thing happened!

Master Yu Ming's expression suddenly changed; it was an almost instinctive spiritual warning!

He didn't even have time to think about why a Golden Core cultivator could give him such a strong sense of threat, nor did he care about the demeanor of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

His body erupted with golden-red light, and in an instant, he transformed into a dazzling golden beam of light, rising from the ground and soaring straight into the Netherworld Sky!

The others in the room, including Shouyue, Songyan, Songan, and even Yuzhi who made the sarcastic remark, were all stunned and failed to react immediately.

Yu Zhi's mouth was slightly open, and the mocking look on her face had not yet completely faded before it froze into a blank expression.

A crimson sword light shot upwards, tearing through the dim sky of the Netherworld and brilliantly illuminating half of the heavens!

On the ground, the figure in crimson robes, who had been standing still like a pine tree, had turned slightly to the side, his right hand resting on his waist.

At this moment, the Tai Chi Sword in his hand was drawn three inches from its sheath. The cold blade reflected the crimson light in the sky and exuded a chilling killing intent that made one's heart tremble.

Before the sword was fully drawn, its power already soared to the heavens.

Followed by.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

"what!"

High above, almost at the same moment the sword light filled the field of vision, came the mournful, short scream of Grandmaster Yu Ming.

Immediately following was the thunderous, furious shouts of Master Yu Ming, which rolled down from the sky:

"How dare you, the thief!!"

The sound wave contained the furious power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, causing the clouds below to churn and Shouyue and the others to experience a fluctuation in their qi and blood.

The sword flashed and then disappeared.

Chen Jiao's expression remained unchanged. Then, his entire body transformed into a streak of crimson flame, or a blazing longsword that burned through the sky, soaring upwards.

The next instant, he stood firmly in the sky, blocking the way not far in front of Grandmaster Yu Ming, who had just regained his footing and whose golden light was slightly disordered.

Dressed in crimson robes, he held a long sword upside down.

Master Yu Ming looked extremely disheveled at this moment. Several charred cracks had appeared on the cuffs of his once meticulous gold and red brocade robe.

His face was ashen, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and anger, and a hint of horror hidden deep within.

That sword strike came too fast!

If he hadn't been quick-witted and possessed excellent escape skills, things would probably be much more complicated than they are now.

Grandmaster Yu Ming stared intently at the crimson-robed Daoist before him, who held the longsword upside down and whose aura was still only at the Golden Core level. His chest heaved violently as he demanded in a stern voice:

"I have no grudge against you! We're complete strangers! Why did you suddenly resort to such an attack?"

He couldn't understand why this stranger in crimson robes would launch such a deadly attack the moment they met.

Moreover, its fierce momentum, its speed, and its overwhelming power made even a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator like him feel a chill to the bone.

All that could be heard was Chen Jiao's clear, calm voice, which even carried a hint of laughter.

"Nothing more. I simply want to kill you."

The sound of "you" had just finished.

High in the sky, within the cloud of crimson and golden light, a second, even more terrifying sword light than the first, had already burst forth!

Everyone below, whether they were newly arrived cultivators or the Yin soldiers guarding the city lord's mansion, couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Even those with high cultivation levels could only see a crimson sword light suddenly illuminating the sky.

It was as if a scorching wound had been torn open in the dim yellow sky!

Followed by.

It was as if a raging fire had sprung up out of nowhere, stretching across the sky and dyeing half of it a crimson gold color.

The once majestic golden light now appeared extremely flustered.

Charging and dodging amidst the raging flames, they fled over a hundred miles away in an instant, looking as frightened as stray dogs.

However, the third sword light seemed to have been waiting there all along.

"hiss!"

Someone gasped in shock.

Crimson flames blazed into the sky, and golden light dissipated.

Even though they were hundreds or thousands of miles apart, the terrifying power contained in the aftershocks of the battle still made all the cultivators who sensed it feel terrified.