How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The person standing in front of the city gate was indeed a familiar face—Li Tianquan, who had been defeated by Li Muyun during the coming-of-age ceremony. He was now standing behind his master, He Qing. At the same time that Li Muyun saw him, Li Tianquan also looked at Li Muyun with an equally cold expression.

Li Muyun walked into the magnificent city gate as if he hadn't seen anything, a playful smile on his lips.

"You little bastard, you're really lucky to be alive!" Li Tianquan said coldly, grabbing Li Muyun's arm.

Li Muyun's smile gradually turned cold. "Let go."

Li Tianquan sneered repeatedly, "What can I do if I don't let you go?"

Li Muyun's dark pupils stared intently at Li Tianquan, as cold as a deep pool. "Defeated opponent, if it weren't for everyone watching, you would have been dead. What face do you have to come here and humiliate yourself again? Do you still want to taste the power of immortal arts?"

Staring into those cold eyes, Li Tianquan felt a strange fear rise in his heart. He still felt lingering fear from the flying sword afterimages during his coming-of-age ceremony. He subconsciously took a step back and released his grip on Li Muyun's arm.

Li Muyun shook his head dismissively, too lazy to look at him again, and turned to leave.

Li Tianquan never expected that he would be intimidated by Li Muyun's mere glance. He felt his face burning hot. He suddenly remembered that he was now an eighth-level Earth Profound Martial Master and had even mastered a high-grade Spirit-level martial art—the Chaotic Wind Slash Palm. His previous loss to Li Muyun was simply because Li Muyun's immortal techniques were unique and he didn't understand them. If it happened again, he would definitely beat him to a pulp.

"You little bastard, don't go! The humiliation of your coming-of-age ceremony, I'll repay you today!"

With a flash, Li Tianquan stood in front of Li Muyun, his fists cracking.

"What right do you have to challenge me, you defeated opponent? I have no interest in dealing with you."

Li Muyun glanced at He Qing, who had been standing to the side with a cold look in his eyes, and said indifferently, "He Qing is a master of the half-step Martial Core stage, and his strength is comparable to that of a half-step Nascent Soul stage expert. Fighting Li Tianquan now is not a good choice."

“Young friend, my disciple only wants to spar with you. Why are you making such excuses? Do you look down on our Wuji Sect?” He Qing squinted at Li Muyun with a forced smile, the threat in his words was self-evident.

Li Tianquan sneered smugly, "Li Muyun, there's no princess or Prince Qin protecting you here. Your teacher can crush you as easily as crushing a fly. I advise you to honestly have another match with me."

Seeing this, Li Muyun realized that if he didn't take action, he would have a hard time leaving. He looked at He Qing and said with amusement, "I'm afraid that if I beat up the younger one, I'll have to deal with the older one too."

He Qing glanced coldly at Li Muyun and said, "Fighting with you would be an insult to my reputation. Junior, there's no need to test me anymore. I will not retaliate for your sparring."

Li Muyun shrugged noncommittally and nodded, "Alright, I'll play along with him."

"Just playing around? Haha!" Li Tianquan's true energy erupted, and the aura of an eighth-level Earth Profound Martial Master swept over everyone. He said smugly, "Li Muyun, I have been cultivating diligently during this time. I swear I will never lose to you again!"

Those around them simply stepped aside when they saw the tense atmosphere. Those who came here were either seasoned martial artists or immortals, or disciples of sects. Martial arts duels were commonplace here, and as long as it didn't affect them, no one would interfere.

However, everyone took a second look when they saw that Li Tianquan was only about twelve years old and had already reached the eighth level of Earthly Profound Martial Master. Such talent could be considered genius in the Tang Dynasty.

Li Tianquan said disdainfully, "Li Muyun, I am now an eighth-level Earth Profound Martial Master!"

"Eighth level? Sorry, I'm also at the eighth level by sheer luck." Li Muyun stretched his body, his bones cracking.

Li Tianquan was taken aback. "What eightfold?"

"The eighth level of foundation building!"

With a flash of brilliance in his eyes, a surge of true essence swept out like a whirlwind. The immense force of the true essence forced Li Tianquan to take three steps back before he could barely stand.

"what?!"

His face instantly turned ashen; Li Tianquan was so shocked his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

How long has this little bastard been cultivating? He's already at the same level as me!?

Li Tianquan simply couldn't believe it. What difference was there between him, this so-called genius, and Li Muyun?

Seeing Li Tianquan's horribly ugly expression, Li Muyun chuckled, "If you don't believe me, then try it. Maybe this is all just a charade."

"Yes, that must be it, that must be it!"

Li Tianquan swallowed hard and began to comfort himself. It was impossible for him to reach the eighth level of Foundation Establishment in such a short time. This little bastard must have used some means to scare him.

Thinking it over, Li Tianquan gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, "Then let's go!"

A surge of cyan true energy instantly erupted from Li Tianquan's body. He secretly resolved to kill Li Muyun in one move this time and let this little bastard know how powerful he was!

In an instant, Li Tianquan's hands were covered by cyan true energy. With a low shout, he struck out with both hands in succession. Instantly, it was as if countless cyan palm prints were coming in like a storm. Moreover, each palm was superimposed on the previous one, and each palm was stronger than the last. The terrifying power even caused a tornado to appear around him!

"Spirit-level high-grade martial arts - Splitting Wind Palm!"

With a tremor, the Wine Immortal Sword was drawn from its sheath and landed steadily in Li Muyun's hand. He compressed and condensed his true essence in his palm and poured it directly into the Wine Immortal Sword!

A three-foot-long sword beam suddenly appeared on the three-foot-long sword. Strangely, the sword beam actually contracted continuously as true essence was injected, becoming as solid as a tangible substance.

Li Tianquan was unaware, but He Qing frowned, sensing danger.

Seeing the countless azure palm prints coming at him, Li Muyun simply swept his longsword horizontally and said calmly, "Overlord Sword!"

As the longsword swept across, the air instantly distorted, and a snow-white, almost tangible sword beam sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing shriek!

"blow!"

Wherever the sword light went, the cyan palm print instantly disappeared. The chaotic wind palm, which was like a tidal wave, collapsed upon contact with the sword light, and its power was not diminished. It continued to slash towards Li Tianquan like a sweeping army. Even the true qi on the surface of Li Tianquan's body was cut in half by the domineering sword energy of the sword light!

"This is impossible!"

With a loud roar, Li Tianquan never dreamed that his proud Chaotic Wind Palm would collapse in an instant, and that Li Muyun's sword was so powerful that he was now like a lamb to the slaughter, with no ability to dodge!

Fear, trembling, legs going weak! In that instant, Li Tianquan was drenched in cold sweat from fear!

"Enough! It's just a friendly spar, you brat, your killing intent is far too strong!"

"boom!"

He Qing's face darkened, and with a flick of his long robe, his powerful true energy forcefully shattered the sword light of Li Muyun's domineering sword!

The shockwave caused Li Muyun to stagger back five steps before regaining his balance. He looked coldly at He Qing, his clenched fists turning white at the knuckles!

A half-step Martial Core expert—that's terrifying!