Can't Compare to Chief's Snake-Playing Prowess

Li Wuxie's black sword appeared crude, yet its sword pressure was incredibly refined.

The tip of the blade was highly sensitive, capable of automatically sensing the target's spiritual pressure and spiritual rate, then adjusting its own sword pressure to match for a resonant attack.

This was a sword technique far exceeding the level of an Immortal Venerable, an extremely high-tier art!

If it were merely an ordinary Immortal Venerable's sword technique, would Lu Ya have even deigned to look at it?

Except for Lu Ya, no one else present could comprehend this attack.

The black sword advanced quietly, stirring up ripples in space as it slowly thrust toward Lu Ya's chest.

The reason it did not aim for Lu Ya's Immortal Platform was that Li Wuxie felt his crimes did not warrant death.

Li Wuxie knew exactly what kind of person Xu Yinglong was.

Seeing Lu Ya crush Xu Yinglong's skull with a single stomp, he even felt like applauding, though he had to strongly condemn it due to his status.

As long as Lu Ya didn't make exorbitant demands, he could single-handedly suppress today's incident.

But the problem now was that this Elder Lu, who had appeared out of nowhere, was simply too arrogant!

He even dared to demand the Immortal Court's inspection ship?

If a high-ranking female deacon were to come, would he try to drag her into his bed as well?

What Li Wuxie did not know was that the high-ranking female deacon, Wine Fox Immortal, had already been dragged into bed by Lu Ya and trained into the shape of a tool.

With this Elder Lu around, today's matter could not be resolved easily.

He had to beat him into the same state as Xu Yinglong for there to be an ending.

This sword strike, he had to execute!

The street.

The cliffside.

On the other six immortal ships.

Everyone held their breath.

In their eyes, this strike from Li Wuxie represented the irresistible, heaven-punishing might of the Immortal Court.

For a moment, the entire Floating Mountain fell silent.

On the Sword Terrace of Little Bamboo Spring Mountain.

Liu Xuanye stood at the cliffside with her hands behind her back, her brows slightly furrowed as she watched quietly, attempting to comprehend this strike.

High in the sky.

Wine Fox Immortal sat cross-legged on her Giant Gourd, ignoring the injury on her shoulder. She held her arms across her chest with a wine gourd nestled between them, taking a sip from time to time, maintaining the detached attitude of a spectator.

At the cliffside of the Azure Phoenix City plaza.

Ning Zhongzi looked up, her broad chest rising and falling slightly. Her palms, hidden within her sleeves, were slick with sweat, and her usually steady breathing had uncharacteristically turned chaotic...

Not far away.

Zhang Pingzhi's heart hammered in his throat with excitement.

At the same time, he felt it was a pity; dying under Li Wuxie's sword would be too honorable, not humiliating enough.

The others held their breath.

At some point, all spiritual pressure subsided.

The black sword moved forward slowly.

The seven-foot-long blade was taller than Lu Ya himself.

The sword body was thick and wide, broader than Lu Ya's arm.

The sword pressure was calm, even calmer than Lu Ya.

The wind stilled.

The sword...

Also stilled.

It stopped one foot in front of Lu Ya's chest!

It was as if it had struck a calm pool of water; no matter how the black sword prodded the surface or stirred for resonance, it could not carve even a single ripple into the water.

"Hm?"

Li Wuxie was slightly taken aback.

He knew Lu Ya was hiding some of his strength, but his sword strike was not something that could be blocked by mere strength alone.

Could this boy actually be a master of the sword path?

Li Wuxie's sea of qi rippled slightly as he suddenly increased his force.

Space trembled abruptly.

The black sword lunged forward once more!

Once again, he failed to gain an inch.

Li Wuxie's expression darkened. His sword pressure continued to soar, yet it could not pierce the space within a foot of Lu Ya's chest. In the end, the tip of the sword could not withstand the pressure and dissipated into the wind.

The black sword advanced at a speed visible to the naked eye, only to shorten at the same visible speed until it vanished entirely, as if it had been scattered into dust.

Chief Li's sword had destroyed itself?

The crowd was bewildered, standing frozen in place for a moment as they tried to comprehend this bizarre scene.

Li Wuxie felt a slight tremor in his heart, but his face remained impassive. Standing several yards away, he asked indifferently:

"Who exactly are you?"

At the same time, he did not expect Lu Ya to reveal his own background.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp, incredibly subtle strand of divine sense seeped into Lu Ya's body!

This divine sense was like a spring breeze, yet as sharp as a sword. It was designed to probe the details of the youth's Immortal Platform and the blurred images in his memories without the target ever noticing.

Li Wuxie secretly closed his eyes.

His vision pierced through layers of mist...

He saw an immortal mountain!

It was early morning on a vast Sword Terrace.

A youth with sharp, handsome features was brandishing a long sword. Accompanied by the monotonous repetition of sword swings, the images of his life gradually emerged.

Immortal Monarch at seven.

Immortal Master at eighteen.

Immortal Sect Master at sixty.

Immortal Venerable at three hundred.

Immortal Saint at one thousand.

Immortal Emperor at three thousand.

His path of cultivation had been swift and righteous, meticulous, without a single misstep.

He had practiced in seclusion until reaching the rank of Immortal Emperor before finally leaving his sect, rising to fame across the West Court Continent in the blink of an eye!

He was immediately recruited by the West Court Sword Pavilion and appointed to a high-ranking position, his future bright and promising.

After slaying demons and purging the underworld time and again, he rose to a Nine-Star Immortal Emperor within a mere millennium. Just before his transfer to the Immortal Court headquarters, during a mission to exterminate the Immortal Tail—

He met the woman of his destiny.

A snake immortal.

And then...

There was no "then."

After this incident, his cultivation plummeted at lightning speed to the Immortal Venerable realm. He was demoted by the Immortal Court headquarters to the Colored Cloud Immortal Domain, serving as a district chief in the remote East Floating Immortal District.

From then on, he began a muddled life, never parting with his porcelain teapot or his goji berry tea.

Seeing this, Li Wuxie broke into a cold sweat and suddenly snapped back to reality.

This... was not Lu Ya!

This was his own life!

Li Wuxie's eyes stalled, filled with horror as if witnessing a monstrous tidal wave.

It was as if he were standing before a mirror, with every part of himself laid bare.

Why did he see his own life inside this guy's body?

Li Wuxie was drenched in sweat, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He had seen countless experts; experts possessed an aura, and no matter how one concealed their spiritual power, their temperament could not be hidden. Yet, looking at the person before him, not only was there no fluctuation of spiritual power, but his temperament was truly that of a mortal.

Something was wrong!

Even an Immortal Emperor's divine sense was far inferior to Lu Ya's max-level divine sense; he couldn't even imagine what that level of power looked like.

Could it be...

Li Wuxie suddenly recalled a legendary, bizarre constitution. Its Immortal Platform could not cultivate, but it was as smooth as a mirror, immune to and capable of reflecting all spiritual power infiltration. It was known as the Mirror Immortal Platform!

He had actually seen a "celebrity" with a Mirror Immortal Platform before. Could this man also possess one?

Was it because of the Mirror Immortal Platform that he was immune to Liu Xuanye's husband-killing curse?

Was it because of the Mirror Immortal Platform that he was immune to his resonance sword technique, causing the black sword to collapse and dissipate under his surging spiritual pressure?

Everything made sense now!

Li Wuxie let out a sigh of relief and said meaningfully:

"Young man, your constitution is quite excellent."

Lu Ya merely smiled and replied, equally meaningfully:

"Not as impressive as Chief at playing with snakes."

"Pfft—"

Li Wuxie felt a sharp ache in his lower back, and a mouthful of black blood nearly sprayed out!

His vision blurred and darkened, and he felt as if the entire sky were swaying.

His complexion turned deathly pale, the bags under his eyes grew heavy, and his aura withered instantly, to the point where he felt a sudden urge to pull out a purple clay teapot and take a swig...

Is this guy a devil?

Lu Ya, however, felt that Li Wuxie looked much more natural this way.

"That black sword from just now had the form but lacked the soul. While the medicinal power of the goji berries is still active, bring out your Emperor Sword."

As he said this, he casually drew a common iron sword.

"It feels like I haven't drawn my sword in a long time."