Mu Fusheng stared at the rope around his waist with a dark expression.
Fortunately, the jade pendant and magic method that Master gave me to shield my aura were effective, otherwise I would have really been harmed by that old bastard.
Thinking of this, Mu Fusheng couldn't help but turn to look at the somewhat dumbfounded old man and mocked, "They're not wrong. I just have too little talent, and I'm afraid of embarrassing myself, which is why I don't want to take the test so early."
The old man frowned slightly; everyone's every move in the entire ruins was within his sight.
Mu Fusheng was no exception.
Although Mu Fusheng avoided making a move during this trial, and each time he did, he skillfully concealed his true strength.
But how could the eyesight of a high-ranking official from the Chaos Divine Dynasty millions of years ago, who had been observing generation after generation of cultivators and prodigies venturing into the ruins over those millions of years, be ordinary?
The old man was even certain that Mu Fusheng's talent and strength were among the strongest of all the cultivators present.
But he only had a rope around his waist... which meant that only one person had chosen him to challenge him.
Could it be that Mu Fusheng possesses something that blocks his senses?
Even the perception of the Chaos Divine Dynasty can be blocked?
The old man suddenly realized that they could communicate across vast distances, even traversing ancient ruins.
Well... if others can't, they really can!
Sorry to bother you.
"However... even if you isolate your senses, so what? You still have to participate in the trial, don't you? The younger generation of the Chaos Divine Dynasty is not comparable to you now. If you hide your strength and fight, you won't even know how you died!"
The old man thought this to himself and couldn't help but sneer.
Little did he know, Mu Fusheng arrived at the coffin being pulled by ropes.
Crunch, crunch...
The coffin lids were pried open, making a heavy scraping sound.
From among them, a burly man dressed in purple crawled out, grinned at Mu Fusheng, and said, "Among all these people, you are the only one with the aura of Thunder Method. Fight me. If you win, I'll let you pass. If you lose, you die!"
The old man looked at the man, a smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but say loudly, "Oh? I didn't expect that the number one young Thunder Method master, once known as the Mad Thunder,' would choose you. You'd better go all out, or you might really die."
Upon hearing these words, everyone else couldn't help but look towards where Mu Fusheng was. Some remained expressionless, while others wore knowing smiles.
Such smiles were naturally seen on the faces of the Xuanyuan Clan members.
"The number one Thunder Method user among the younger generation of the Chaos Divine Dynasty tens of millions of years ago, it seems we don't need to take action."
"That was the golden age of cultivation civilization in the Chaos Realm. Back then, geniuses were everywhere, and prodigies were flying all over the place. Those who could stand out and be known as the number one in Thunder Method are not comparable to those of today."
"I'm afraid... only those two freaks Su Yuan and He Mengshen, can handle this."
"Anyway, these barbarian youths are not someone we can handle."
Upon hearing these words, Mu Fusheng turned around and looked at them with a smile, saying, "The barbarian youths you speak of are currently ranked third on the Cangxuan Ranking. So... you're not even as good as the barbarian youths?"
"You!"
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Clan then remembered that Mu Fusheng, who rarely made a move, was at least third on the Cangxuan Ranking!
Ji Yang's face darkened.
That's right, he was originally ranked third on the Cangxuan Ranking, but he was crushed by Mu Fusheng.
After saying this, Mu Fusheng quickly slapped his mouth, thinking to himself: Oh no... why did I not help but talk back? I must have been influenced by Junior Brother Xu.
Immediately, Mu Fusheng looked at the man in front of him, known as Mad Thunder, and smiled, "Senior, shall we wait for our battle?"
Mad Thunder frowned slightly. "Why wait?"
To be honest, he'd been lying in his coffin for so long he was about to burst. He'd finally reached the point where he could come out and fight, but now he had to wait?
Mu Fusheng smiled and transmitted his voice, "Senior, there are many of my enemies around, so in order to hide my strength from them, I certainly won't go all out."
"In that case, you won't enjoy the fight, right?"
Mad Thunder frowned slightly. "What? You think you can survive in my hands if you don't use your full strength? You should know that this is a life-or-death battle, not child's play."
Mu Fusheng smiled confidently, "Senior, believe it or not, even without using my full strength, although I can't defeat you, I can at least hold you off, making it easy for you to do nothing against me."
Upon hearing this, Mad Thunder was taken aback.
This was the first time he had ever heard someone from the younger generation dare to say such a thing to him.
However, looking at Mu Fusheng's expression and eyes, he didn't seem to be lying...
Mu Fusheng continued, "Once everyone else is finished, I promise to give you a thoroughly enjoyable battle, but... I don't know if your soul and body will still be intact by then..."
The person in the coffin was a member of the younger generation who died in battle.
The reason they are able to preserve their physical bodies and souls is because the coffin has sealed away their remaining vital energy and the power of their physical bodies and souls.
So... it's actually quite possible to shatter their physical bodies and souls.
But upon hearing this, Mad Thunder couldn't help but throw his head back and burst into laughter.
The laughter was like thunder.
The entire space couldn't help but tremble slightly!
Everyone's attention was irresistibly drawn to it.
Even the others who crawled out of the coffin couldn't help but curse, " Mad Thunder, have you gone mad the moment you came out?"
Mad Thunder ignored him and stared intently at Mu Fusheng, grinning maliciously as if he were eyeing prey. "Good! What a big mouth!"
Just as you said, I'll wait for you!
However, if you don't give me the exhilarating battle you promised, you should know what the consequences will be, right?
Mu Fusheng shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.
He then sat down cross-legged and beckoned, and a small table appeared in front of him.
"Would you prefer alcohol or tea, senior?"
"Let's drink!" Mad Thunder Lei sat cross-legged opposite Mu Fusheng.
Mu Fusheng smiled, took out the wine brewed by his master, and poured it for Mad Thunder.
Mad Thunder downed his drink in one gulp, his eyes brightening. He asked, "How much is left?"
Upon seeing this, Mu Fusheng immediately took out a large vat, and Mad Thunder immediately grabbed the vat and started drinking it down.
Mu Fusheng, meanwhile, sipped his wine from a small cup, observing the others.
It was as if the Grave Mountain was a stage, and everyone else was just setting up the stage to perform...
This left everyone else speechless.
I don't know how Mu Fusheng did it.
The elderly man was in even greater distress.
The old man's eyebrows twitched.
Wasn't this supposed to turn into a fight? How did it all turn into them sitting together drinking? And they're even arm in arm, practically ready to become sworn brothers!
However, drawn by the aroma of the wine, the old man couldn't help but lick his lips, and shamelessly drifted over, chuckling, "Want some for this old man too?"