Breakdown

However, just at the moment when Master Dehua and Mu Bai began to converse, the entire scene suddenly fell into absolute silence.

Everyone held their breath, terrified of missing even a single word.

For from their dialogue, everyone clearly sensed that Master Dehua, who was one of the four Grandmasters of Great Yan, did not converse with Mu Bai in that condescending tone used toward a junior.

Instead, every single one of his sentences revealed respect for Mu Bai, much as if he were conversing on equal terms with a super-expert of matching strength.

The silence persisted for a while, and the people present began to recover their wits.

The moods of the people on the side of the Carefree Prince's Estate could be described as having experienced a rollercoaster ride.

Originally, because of the appearance of Master Dehua, they had already felt despair, as though the entire world was about to collapse.

Yet now, the situation had suddenly undergone a dramatic reversal.

Old Zhou the steward was so excited he was nearly about to cry, his eye sockets moistened, and his voice somewhat trembling from being too agitated: The Young Master is actually a Grandmaster of Martial Arts; this is simply Heaven opening its eyes! His speech was filled with utter disbelief and wild jubilation.

Xiao Lie the guard captain even more tightly gripped the long saber at his waist, and the previously lowered head also abruptly lifted, his chest protruding straight, his prior despairing emotion long since swept away completely.

Replaced by it was an indescribable sort of pride and excitement.

After all, the matter of the Young Master being a Grandmaster of Martial Arts was simply far too surprising to them; under such circumstances, Master Dehua was intercepted, and in terms of the number of post-natal grandmasters both sides were at two versus two, so they were not falling behind.

However, the mentality of the Langya Family on the other side was much more agonizing.

The gloomy complexions of the two leading burly men seemed as though they could drip water, and they fixedly stared at Mu Bai, their hearts filled with unwillingness and shock.

Originally upon seeing Master Dehua appear, they had already felt victory was in their grasp, yet never had they anticipated that halfway through, a Young Master of the Carefree Prince's Estate would suddenly emerge.

Moreover, judging by this situation, this Young Master's strength was unexpectedly also a Grandmaster of Martial Arts!

He is merely a wet-behind-the-ears brat; Master Dehua has been renowned for decades, how could he lose to him!

Although harboring some unease in their hearts, the two burly men still forcibly suppressed this emotion, whispering to cheer themselves on.

Nevertheless, their gazes uncontrollably leaked a trace of worry.

After all, this originally certain-victory battle had now grown far too many suspenseful variables because of this abruptly popping-out Young Master.

Master Dehua gazed at Mu Bai, a sweep of complexity flitting across the depths of his eyes, and said slowly: "Patron, this old monk truly has no intention of being enemies with you. Yet, the scope involved in this incident is extremely vast, and this old monk too has no other choice."

Hearing this, Mu Bai furrowed his brows slightly, his solemn expression sinking as he said: "I don't care at all just what person behind the scenes is plotting in secret, but if anyone dares to be unfavorable to my Carefree Prince's Estate, and moreover delusions of acting against my royal father, then they must first pass through my test!"

"Master, if you insist on acting thus, then do not blame me for not being courteous to you!" Mu Bai's voice grew increasingly cold and stern, revealing a resoluteness that refused to retreat even a step.

Seeing this, Master Dehua could not help but sigh, earnestly and with profound meaning advising him: "Patron, do you know just what sort of powerful force it is that you are facing?"

"Their influence is far from as simple as you are able to imagine," Master Dehua shook his head, continuing: "This old monk advises you, by all means do not get entangled in this muddy water, lest you suffer a disastrous defeat and are utterly doomed beyond redemption."

"So long as you are willing to stop, this old monk can guarantee your father will absolutely be safe and sound, how about that?" Master Dehua looked at Mu Bai with an earnest face, seemingly hoping he might heed his own advice.

Yet, Mu Bai merely sneered, fearlessly responding: "What of being doomed beyond redemption?"

"This place is my home, and my father—how could I possibly watch idly while he is bullied by others and remain indifferent?" Mu Bai's voice grew more and more impassioned.

"Today, no matter who it is, so long as he dares to touch a single hair of my royal father, I will certainly make him pay a bitter price!" Mu Bai's words struck the ground with a resounding ring.

"Amitabha!" Master Dehua joined his palms together, saying with a solemn expression: "Patron Mu Bai, this old monk's proposal is entirely for your own good."

"If it is not thus, I fear the entire Carefree Prince's Estate will likely face a massive crisis, and countless people will die because of this."

"And my suggestion is the best method to avoid this disaster."

However, Mu Bai did not respond to Master Dehua's words; he merely silently extended his right hand, slowly gripping the hilt of the Qinglin Sword at his waist.

Following his action, the Qinglin Sword emitted a burst of crisp sword chimes, as though responding to its master's summons.

When Mu Bai completely drew out the Qinglin Sword, a frigid azure light frictioned between the sword body and the scabbard, instantly slashing past like lightning.

This azure light intertwined with the dazzling sunlight, forming a scene that made one's head spin and eyes dazzle.

And the radiance reflected by the sword tip was even exceptionally glaring, causing people to practically be unable to look directly at it.

"Since the two of us cannot reach a consensus, we can only use martial force to resolve the issue."

Mu Bai's voice was icy and resolute: "I will use my sword to make you understand my determination!"

"Master, please!"

Before Mu Bai's words had faded, the aura around Master Dehua opposite him suddenly underwent heaven-turning and earth-overturning changes.

His hands slowly began forming seals, and the Dragon Elephant Divine Skill within his body surged forth like roaring waves.

One could see Master Dehua's kasaya fluttering backward automatically as though blown by a violent gale, exposing the dark-golden monk's robe within.

Exquisite dragon and elephant patterns were embroidered upon this monk's robe, and as Master Dehua circulated his cultivation, these patterns seemed to all come alive, with faint sounds of dragon roars and elephant bellows transmitting out.

The pressure of the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Divine Skill swept over in an overwhelming and all-encompassing manner like overwhelming heat waves.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the stone slabs upon the ground emitted burst after burst of rustling sounds, as though they would shatter apart at any moment.

And the surrounding dust was also whipped up by this aura, forming a hazy gray pall of dust that blotted out the sky and sun.

"In that case, this old monk shall test the Patron's high-level moves with martial arts!"

Master Dehua let out a shout, his figure flashing like a phantom as he instantly closed in on Mu Bai, his double palms carrying Thunderous Might as they fiercely struck toward Mu Bai.