I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 75: Defeated in a Single Move

"Hahaha!!"

"Nianling Sect! Your Grandpa Huangli is here!"

A boastful and domineering voice rang out, instantly shaking the entire area. The immense and powerful pressure seemed to descend from the sky, causing all the nearby cultivators to look in shock, wondering what had happened.

"Huangli...who is this?"

"How dare this person be so arrogant at the gates of my Nianling Sect... Could it be another powerful figure!?"

"Who cares? If he doesn't respect our sect at all, how can the elders and sect leader tolerate his arrogance!"

It was just before noon, and many disciples were cultivating outside the Nianling Sect's mountain gate.

But what they saw was a withered brown figure approaching from afar, carrying immense and powerful Dao energy, rushing straight towards the Nianling Sect's mountain gate, like Mount Tai pressing down on them, making it difficult for everyone to breathe, and some disciples even knelt down immediately.

This person is a strong one!

But what if they are strong? Their Nianling Sect stands here, does that mean they have no strong members?

Compared to the intimidating aura this person brought to the Nianling Sect disciples, they would rather see him being chased and beaten in a sorry state by the Nianling Sect's elders and sect leader.

Sure enough, as the oppressive aura swept over, a figure from the Nianling Sect stood in mid-air. He coughed and blocked the overwhelming pressure from his own aura!

Sect Master Zhu Ling had no choice but to reveal himself.

"It's the sect master!"

"It is said that the sect leader has not made a move for many years. This time we can feast our eyes on this spectacle."

Zhu Ling's appearance gave many disciples a pillar of support.

The leader of a sect should have this kind of courage.

"Damn it, how did this guy find us so quickly!?"

Zhu Ling appeared calm and collected, his hands behind his back, but his temples were already covered in cold sweat, and he was cursing inwardly.

The withered brown figure also stopped, confronting Zhu Ling from a distance.

And this uninvited powerful figure was none other than Huang Li, the sect leader of the Huangdao Sect!

Huang Li was dressed in a withered brown robe, barefoot, and his hair and beard were a messy tangled mess. If it weren't for his forceful suppression of the sect, the disciples would probably have thought he was a down-on-his-luck beggar rather than some kind of powerful master.

"Sect Master Huangli, it's been a long time."

"But you're trying to intimidate people right from the start; that's not a friendly move."

Zhu Ling clasped her hands in a fist salute, but her expression was not pleasant.

"Hahaha!"

Huang Li roared to the sky and let out a hearty laugh. Within dozens of feet around him, terrifying blade gusts of wind raged.

"Alright, Zhu Ling, stop pretending."

"Your Nianling Sect is now in decline, merely a second-rate sect in this Kuyun Prefecture, while my Huangdao Sect is far stronger than you!"

As soon as Huang Li finished speaking, more than ten enormous, blood-red sword phantoms appeared around his body.

Each one exuded an astonishing murderous aura, affecting even the vegetation and sand on the Nianling Sect's mountain gate.

The moment that bloodthirsty blade aura was unleashed, everyone felt as if the temperature had suddenly dropped; not only was it cold, but there was also a stinging sensation that seemed to linger on their skin! "Wait, that person is the Sect Master of the Desolate Blade Sect!"

"The culprit who has been suppressing my Nianling Sect all along!"

Finally, some disciples recognized Huang Li and immediately shouted, causing an uproar among everyone. Because everyone who came to Nianling Sect to cultivate knew something about the past of their enemy sects... This Huangdao Sect was undoubtedly the mortal enemy of Nianling Sect!

A hundred years ago, Xiao Ling, the Supreme Elder of the Nianling Sect, was defeated by Huang Li in a great battle and died shortly after returning to the sect.

This hatred runs extremely deep.

And now, the other party has actually come knocking on our door first.

The sword's imposing aura caused Zhu Ling to sway, but he steadied himself and roared, "So what? Our sects have a long-standing feud, yet you expect my Nianling Sect to submit to just one person..."

"dream!"

Zhu Ling's final shout unleashed a sonic boom, sending crimson shockwaves surging outwards! Huang Li sneered, showing no sign of being intimidated by Zhu Ling's forceful stance. Instead, he continued to glare at Zhu Ling: "Hmph! It seems the Nianling Sect is truly out of talent. Even a piece of trash like you dares to spout such nonsense. If you know what's good for you, surrender obediently, otherwise—"

After saying that, he stared at Zhu Ling with a sinister gaze, his killing intent palpable: "Even if I were to wipe out your Nianling Sect all by myself, it wouldn't be impossible!"

hum!

More than ten blood-red phantom swords hovered in mid-air, and as Huang Li waved his hand, they all slashed down at Zhu Ling.

The blade's light surged, instantly enveloping Zhu Ling.

"Zhu Ling, take this blow from me, and let's see how much backbone you, this so-called sect leader, still have!"

"Shhhhh-"

More than ten sword lights slashed down simultaneously, their terrifying power causing the disciples' legs to buckle and them to collapse to the ground, their faces pale. Even though these attacks weren't aimed at them, the aftershocks alone were enough to seriously injure them! "You! You've gone too far!"

Zhu Ling was also furious. Even though he was only at the eighth level of the Integration Stage, his dignity had been challenged, and he had to retaliate no matter what!

He raised both palms, and a ring of fire suddenly appeared in his hands. He leaped up and struck out with one palm, unleashing a raging sea of ​​fire that crashed down on the dozen or so blood-red broadswords.

The fire was fierce, like lava erupting.

But these blood-red broadswords were as tough as copper and iron walls. The crimson flames burned on them, but only stirred up a ripple. They couldn't damage them in the slightest!

"Little tricks!"

Huang Li sneered, then put two fingers together and pointed at Zhu Ling from afar.

In an instant, those blood-red broadswords slammed fiercely towards Zhu Ling. The vast sword power enveloped the mountain gate, causing Zhu Ling's pupils to shrink slightly. He then discovered that even his strongest move, "Flame Burning the Sea," was no longer enough to block it. In haste, he hurriedly used some defensive techniques in an attempt to block these more than ten terrifying sword lights.

Unfortunately, this struggle was in vain.

Under the terrifying crimson light, Zhu Ling's defenses were instantly torn apart!

Zhu Ling was blasted backward, crashing into the main hall of the mountain gate and causing half of it to collapse. She was completely defeated in front of everyone!

"hiss……"

Upon seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but gasp in shock!

What level of cultivation did their sect leader possess?

Eighth level of the Fusion Stage!

He might even have been able to break through to the Tribulation Stage, but what was the result?

The result was that he was defeated in one move!

"metropolitan!!"

Seeing Zhu Ling severely injured and coughing up blood, the disciples were filled with immense fear, as if the pillar supporting their overall situation had snapped. "Cough cough... I never imagined the power of a Tribulation Transcending stage expert would be so..."

Zhu Ling wasn't dead, but he was severely injured in the chest and abdomen, his breathing was already disordered, and the force of the blade had entered his body, causing him waves of pain. He no longer had the strength to fight.

Moreover, Huang Li actually held back.

Even if he were only at the first level of the Tribulation Transcending stage, killing Zhu Ling would be a piece of cake for him.