Chapter 46

"Zhuge Yun?"

The crowd's hearts tightened.

With Baili Dongjun currently healing his injuries, losing one man meant trouble if they ran into Zhuge Yun's squad.

After all, the ones teaming up with Zhuge Yun were no weaklings.

"Why aren't your teammates with you?"

Zhao Yujia sensed something off.

Moreover, the internal energy rippling around this man wasn't something a young person could possess.

His aura was vast and terrifying.

"You're not Zhuge Yun!"

Zhao Yujia drew the longsword from his back.

Pointing it at Zhuge Yun.

"Hahaha, just as you're not Zhao Yujia, can't this old man not be Zhuge Yun?"

"This old man's target isn't you."

"Get lost before I decide to make a move!"

A dark, sinister aura surged forth. Behind Zhuge Yun, demonic qi roiled.

As if a heavenly demon had descended, bringing calamity to all beings.

Though Zhuge Yun said this, in truth, he found the two youths beside Baili Dongjun extraordinary.

Especially that one named Ye Dingzhi.

His strength was no joke.

And now this Zhao Yujia, whose cultivation clearly wasn't weak, had popped up.

It might add many unexpected twists.

After all, being in Tianqi, caution was paramount. Best to take Baili Dongjun away first.

But Zhao Yujia didn't budge an inch.

"I am indeed not Zhao Yujia."

"I am Wang Yixing, chief disciple of True Master Lu of Wangcheng Mountain!"

"One success, one failure—that is a tribulation."

"Since before heaven and earth, there have been countless tribulations."

"Immeasurable Sword Array!"

Wang Yixing formed a sword seal with his hand. Behind him, several true-qi longswords coalesced.

"Go!"

The vast sword array of true qi burst forth!

"A petty trick."

Zhuge Yun snorted coldly, raising his hand to unleash the Blood Demon Art.

A barrier of demonic qi condensed.

Blocking all those true-qi longswords.

Zhuge Yun struck back with a palm.

Forcing Wang Yixing back several steps, clutching his chest as if he'd already taken some internal damage.

Just one move.

And the gap was clear!

Seeing this, Ye Dingzhi stopped healing and walked over. "Brother Wang, I'll help you!"

Meanwhile.

In another alley.

Jiang Mu Ming had already stepped within ten paces of Zhuge Wucheng.

But the other party still dared not strike.

Because he could sense a terrifying aura flowing through Jiang Mu Ming!

That was definitely not an aura befitting the Carefree Heaven Realm!

"What, don't even have the guts to make a move?"

"Hiding in the shadows playing with Mysterious Gate Formation for too long—have you lost the courage to face an enemy head-on?"

Provoked by Jiang Mu Ming.

Zhuge Wucheng finally held back no longer, activating the Mysterious Gate Formation he had already set up.

His figure vanished instantly.

He appeared behind Jiang Mu Ming.

As if, in a single moment, he had crossed the distance of space itself.

A fist came hurtling with terrifying demonic qi!

"Now that's more like it."

Jiang Mu Ming calmly sidestepped the blow.

He reached back and grabbed the opponent's arm.

With a single pull, Zhuge Yun felt a tremendous force surge through him, sending his body uncontrollably lurching forward.

Then, Jiang Mu Ming simply kicked.

He sent Zhuge Wucheng flying several dozen paces away, the ground beneath them pitted and cratered.

Just one strike.

And Zhuge Wucheng was gravely wounded!

"You... how can you be this terrifying?!"

In the deep crater.

Zhuge Wucheng clutched his chest, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He stared at Jiang Mu Ming in disbelief.

That strike just now seemed simple, but in truth, he had nowhere to run!

This was absolute suppression through realm!

In that instant, he had already sensed that Jiang Mu Ming had completely locked onto him.

There was simply no way to escape.

And his own realm was the peak of Great Carefree—only a higher realm could suppress him like this.

Could it be... that the other party was already at the peak of Half-step Profound Spirit?!

Zhuge Wucheng didn't dare to even consider the Profound Spirit Realm. He came from Beyond Heaven, and he knew full well that the other party was only fifteen years old!

A fifteen-year-old in the Profound Spirit Realm?!

Utter fantasy! Absolutely impossible!

But... could the peak of Half-step Profound Spirit really defeat him this easily?

The gap of a single minor realm.

Was not insurmountable.