How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"very good."

Li Muyun gritted his teeth and sneered. The true essence in his body was somewhat scattered by the shock. He Qing's attack just now clearly carried hidden force. If Li Muyun had not had a solid foundation, he might have been injured by that attack.

"Teacher, this little bastard is improving so fast, he's bound to be a menace in the future. We should get rid of him now!"

Li Tianquan came to his senses, his expression filled with jealousy and resentment. He was unwilling to accept that Li Muyun had turned the tables and was now riding on his head. Now that Li Muyun was so strong, their lineage and Li Muyun were already locked in a life-or-death struggle. Killing Li Muyun before he grew stronger was the best option.

He Qing's cold eyes darted around. He understood that Li Tianquan was right. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes. "Boy, don't you understand the simple principle that a tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind? By being so ostentatious, you are already courting death."

As he spoke, he channeled his true energy into his palm, unleashing the same chaotic wind-slashing palm technique. However, the half-step Martial Core expert had barely begun his attack when a series of howling winds arose.

Li Muyun's expression changed drastically. A half-step Martial Core expert was not someone he could deal with. He threw out a handful of talismans and cursed, "I don't know which old bastard said he wouldn't interfere with our competition. Now that the younger one has lost, the older one is bullying the younger one. Don't you have any shame?!"

"Hmph! I'll take your life!" He Qing sneered, his face contorted, and unleashed a palm strike. A cyan palm print the size of a millstone swept out with a gust of wind!

Before the talismans could even take effect, they were destroyed by the palm's power and exploded. Li Muyun then shot out with his flying dagger and fled into the city of the Protectorate without hesitation.

"Little tricks."

With a disdainful chuckle, He Qing actually reached out and grabbed the Flying Dagger, unleashing a burst of true energy.

"Damn, that old bastard is too strong!"

Li Muyun, who was fleeing, turned pale. The Flying Dagger was connected to his true essence, but He Qing actually broke the connection directly. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Without even wiping the blood from his mouth, he scrambled through the city gate and fled inside as fast as he could, channeling his inner energy and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"He Qing, the old scoundrel and Martial Pill Grandmaster of the Wuji Sect, attacked and killed Li Muyun, a Foundation Establishment junior. How shameless!"

"He Qing, the old scoundrel and Martial Pill Grandmaster of the Wuji Sect, attacked and killed Li Muyun, a Foundation Establishment junior. How shameless!"

"He Qing, the old scoundrel and Martial Pill Grandmaster of the Wuji Sect, attacked and killed Li Muyun, a Foundation Establishment junior. How shameless!"

I'll say it three times because it's important. Li Muyun has only one thought: even if I die today, I'll make sure you, you old bastard, are disgraced!

Li Muyun's voice, carrying his true essence, resounded loudly, attracting the attention of many.

On the city wall, a man dressed in black cloth sat leaning against the wall, drinking wine while holding a long, black sword. Hearing the commotion below, he glanced lazily over, his eyes narrowing as he saw the Wine Immortal Sword in Li Muyun's hand, and he let out a suspicious "Eh?"

The others around also cast disdainful glances at He Qing, who was chasing after them. A dignified Martial Pill Grandmaster was actually chasing after a Foundation Establishment junior, bullying the weak and showing no mercy.

Even with his thick skin, He Qing couldn't bear the contemptuous looks from so many people. He cursed the little bastard in his heart, and, enduring the burning sensation on his face, he chased after him, gritting his teeth and saying, "You sharp-tongued little bastard, I'll slap you to death!"

As he spoke, he gathered his strength again and unleashed a powerful strike. This time, the force was even greater than before, and the terrifying wind pressure almost knocked Li Muyun over.

"You old bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Li Muyun's face showed a pained expression as he forcefully threw out a blue-purple talisman. He quickly formed hand seals and shouted, "Thunder Lock Spirit Array - Activate!"

As Li Muyun shouted, the rune stone suddenly burst forth with brilliant lightning, and countless thunderclaps exploded, as a lightning-locking spirit array unfolded around the rune stone.

"Rabbit God, how long can this formation trap him?" Li Muyun asked, looking at He Qing inside the formation.

Long-eared Immortal's urgent voice rang out, "Run! Your formation uses talismans as its core, which is far weaker than a magic weapon. A half-step Martial Pill Grandmaster could break through it in no more than ten moves. Run!"

"This is fucking exciting!"

Li Muyun then summoned the Wine Immortal Sword and began a half-baked sword flight, casually tossing out a handful of talismans and randomly chanting a bunch of Five Elements formations, hoping to hold out for as long as possible. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great; even being hit by a single blow would mean certain death.

This [Guardian City] was larger than Li Muyun had imagined. After passing through the barbican, there were rows of houses and small buildings in the distance. It actually seemed to be a city, although the smoke from the chimneys was probably still ten miles away.

"You little bastard, do you think you can escape?"

"Chaotic Wind Cleave Palm!"

Just as Li Muyun was fleeing, He Qing roared from behind. Countless palm prints filled the sky, the Thunder Lock Spirit Array shattered, countless electric arcs were blown into dust by the gale, and all the Five Elements Talisman Arrays vanished into thin air.

Although He Qing could not fly, he was extremely skilled in using wind-attribute true qi. With each step he took, his body seemed to be riding the wind, shooting dozens of meters forward. Compared to Li Muyun's half-baked sword flight, he was no slower.

In just a few breaths, He Qing had caught up with Li Muyun. He grinned maliciously and made a clenched fist in the air, shouting, "Raging Wind Palm!"

In an instant, his palms spun with true energy, creating a small tornado. A half-step Martial Core expert could already draw upon the power of heaven and earth with his true essence.

Li Muyun's sword flight was only half-baked. Torn apart by the tornado, his body began to sway. Gritting his teeth, he picked up the small gourd at his waist and took a few big gulps. Feeling a bit drunk, he cursed angrily, "You old bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

He flipped and leaped down from the air, gripping the Wine Immortal Sword with one hand. True essence surged, and sword intent swept across the land. He thrust out with a single sword strike: "A single sword strike of fine wine intoxicates the great river!"

Immediately afterward, a faint white light flashed in his eyes, and he gripped the Wine Immortal Sword tightly with both hands, slashing down with the cry, "Celestial Immortal's Drunken Dream Slays Demons!"

Like a mighty river, sword light cascaded down, followed by a terrifying slash that instantly spread with sharp energy.

Surprise flashed in He Qing's eyes. He hadn't expected Li Muyun to possess such sword immortal skills. The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger. He was determined to eliminate the threat completely!

He Qing snorted coldly, and cyan true energy appeared around his body as if it were solid, transforming from his palm into a fist. "Kid, let me show you the true strength of a half-step grandmaster."

A simple, unadorned punch was unleashed, and an overwhelming pressure swept over everything!

The sword intent of the Great River shattered, and the Drunken Dream Slash was also directly shattered. The difference in cultivation level was so great that even the Drunken Immortal Sword Technique could not make up for it.

However, the fist intent that shattered everything, carrying the true energy of a storm, did not dissipate, and fiercely smashed towards Li Muyun's chest.

A fist technique at the half-step grandmaster level, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!

Just as Li Muyun gritted his teeth and was about to ask the Rabbit God for help, a sword rang out and a jet-black flying sword pierced through the air!