"Shangguan Qian!! Has your injury healed?" Li Muzhan chuckled.

Shangguan Hong, her face veiled in white gauze, possessed a captivating grace. Her autumn-water eyes held a hint of a smile. "Thank you for your concern. It was merely a slight injury, hardly worth mentioning."

Though her eyes smiled, Li Muzhan sensed a bone-chilling coldness, a palpable murderous intent washing over him.

Zhang Jing rose, tears welling in her eyes, performed a bow, and whispered, "Master."

"You still acknowledge me as your master?" Shangguan Hong’s bright eyes flickered like shimmering waves.

Zhang Jinglan pursed her lips, remaining silent, her expression stubbornly defiant.

Li Muzhan broke the tension, letting out a soft laugh. "Miss Lan, are you well?"

Lan Meier rolled her slender eyes, shot him a glare, and huffed, "Smelly monk, I will certainly keep this score noted!" Then, she bit her lip and gave a light laugh, "Hmph, perhaps I don't need to note it; you're going to die anyway!"

Li Muzhan's words sounded like concern, but she heard the mockery and wished she could slap him a few times, yet considering her own martial prowess, she dared not act.

"Whether one lives or dies is yet to be determined, wouldn't you say?" Li Muzhan rubbed his nose, offering a faint smile.

Ji ji ji ■●●●■ ji ●●●●● ka ● ji ■●0 ji ● ka ● ji ji ji ■●~●● ka ji ji ●●● ji ● Shangguan Hong turned her gaze toward him. "Mingkong, you are quite remarkable!"

Li Muzhan smiled. "Jiu Yi Shi?"

Shangguan Hong continued, "Since constraining the Heavenly Demon Sect, you are the first person to have injured me."

Her voice was level, her demeanor light and airy, as if offering praise, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

Li Muzhan rubbed his nose and smiled. "Pure luck."

Shangguan Hong gave a faint smile. "There is no need to feign ignorance. Which school's disciple are you?"

Li Muzhan chuckled. "This junior dare not say, but for a senior of your stature to hold a grudge and seek revenge—that would truly be a sin!"

Shangguan Hong scrutinized him for a long moment, then sighed. "To have such an outstanding disciple, your sect must not be obscure. I shall know upon inquiry."

Li Muzhan smiled. "Naturally, nothing can be hidden from a senior. However, I also know the location of the Heavenly Demon Sect. This junior's martial arts are weak, and I wonder how they compare to the masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect. I would welcome a brief spar."

Shangguan Hong's eyes suddenly narrowed, her gaze electric.

Li Muzhan watched her with a persistent smile, their gazes clashing mid-air, sparks seemingly flying between them.

Lan Mei'er praised silently; few among the younger generation could maintain such spirited conversation without yielding to her Master's oppressive aura.

Their eyes met, like the collision of tangible sword light.

After a pause, Shangguan Hong snorted coldly. "Boasting shamelessly. I am eager to see!"

With a flash of purple shadow, her jade palm shot toward Li Muzhan's chest.

Li Muzhan remained rooted, focusing his intent, lifting his right fist, and slowly extending his thumb, aiming it remotely at Shangguan Hong's proud, full chest.

With a sound of "weng," the air vibrated.

Lan Mei'er and Zhang Jing's sleeves fluttered as they hurriedly channeled their internal energy to stabilize themselves, feeling as if they were caught in a surging tide.

● Shen//.Id ka ● ji ●● ka ji ji yu ji ●● ka ji ji ■●●● ka ●●● ji ji shen.I● shen ka ● ji ●●●●■● shen Shangguan Hong stared intently at Li Muzhan's finger, withdrawing her palm to guard her chest, and lightly pushed out with her left palm.

With a muffled thud of "peng," she was pushed back a full zhang by the immense force. Her slender back pressed against the low table (xuàn'àn), her delicate body arching back, nowhere left to retreat.

Li Muzhan withdrew his thumb and pointed out his index finger.

With a soft whistle of "chi!", Shangguan Hong pushed out her right palm.

A muffled sound of "peng!" followed immediately by a cracking sound of "ka-cha"—the low table shattered into pieces, allowing the dark ancient zither to slide onto the thick, soft white carpet.

Shangguan Hong was forced to lean back; her waist was slender, just enough to grip. The white gauze veil on her face shifted, revealing pink cherry lips and a jawline as delicate as snow.

Li Muzhan coldly retracted his finger and pointed his middle finger remotely at Shangguan Hong's soft chest.

"Wooo..." like the roar of a furious gale, his finger strike lashed out. Shangguan Hong arched her slender waist, straightened her body, and pushed out her left palm again.

Amidst a dull thud of "peng!", she slid backward again, slamming heavily against the wall, followed by another loud "peng!", her delicate body nearly flipping out the window.

The room dimmed slightly; she happened to be blocking the window.

Lan Mei'er felt a pang of anxiety in her heart. It seemed like nothing critical; the technique wasn't lacking in subtlety—why didn't Master dodge? Why confront him head-on?

Then realization dawned: the Monk's finger energy was strange. Master didn't have time to suppress her surging xueqi (vital blood) and could only meet the attack hastily. Otherwise, with Master's agility, how could she fall into such a predicament?

Li Muzhan coldly retracted his middle finger and pointed his ring finger remotely at her soft chest.

"Sss!" like a viper flicking its tongue.

Shangguan Hong twisted her body, disregarding her appearance, and dodged that finger strike in a rather sorry state.

With a crisp crack of "pa," the lower section of the window frame exploded into powder, which drifted down in motes. A piece of the door hinge, about the length of a palm, vanished into nothingness.

Li Muzhan's expression hardened, and he swiftly withdrew his ring finger, pointing out his little finger.

After a moment of silence, there was a "bo!" like a small stone dropping into a deep well. A small hole appeared in the wall, letting in a shaft of light—it had been penetrated completely.

Shangguan Hong twisted her body again. This small hole happened to be right at ground level.

She floated backward and shouted coldly, "Stop!"

Li Muzhan withdrew his hand and smiled slightly. "Has this junior's martial skill satisfied you, Senior?"

Shangguan Hong gave him a cold look and scoffed, "No wonder you are so bold; your martial arts have indeed advanced. What kind of finger technique is this?"

Li Muzhan smiled. "Let's call it the Nameless Finger. I hope Senior will offer guidance on its power!"

"Hmph, a fine Nameless Finger!" Shangguan Hong sneered, twisting her lips. "It is indeed formidable!"

Ji ●●.I● ji ji shen 0 ji ●● ka ● ji ● ji ●●●●■ ji ji ●●● ji ji ●●● 0~●● ka ● ji ji ji ji ● Li Muzhan smiled. "This junior risked injury to deliver one strike. Do you think the Senior could have withstood it?"

Shangguan Hong fell silent for a moment, then said faintly, "Very well, I concede you are formidable! ... Mei'er, let's go!"

"Master!" Lan Mei'er looked on in disbelief, mouth agape.

Shangguan Hong shot her a look, a purple shadow flashed, and she vanished from the spot. Lan Mei'er rushed anxiously, reaching out and calling, "Master, wait for me!" She turned to give Zhang Jinglan a sharp look, then glared fiercely at Li Muzhan: "Smelly monk, I will come back for you! Just wait!" With that, she flashed out the window, hurrying after Shangguan Hong.

In the blink of an eye, the room returned to tranquility, with only a gentle breeze stirring.

Li Muzhan let out a long breath, slowly sat down on the couch, and managed a wry smile. "That was close! So close!"

Zhang Jinglan stared fixedly at Li Muzhan, her bright eyes wide, not blinking, gazing at him for a long time. This scrutiny made Li Muzhan feel a bit unnerved.

"Jinglan, why are you looking at me like that?" Li Muzhan asked with a smile.

Zhang Jinglan replied, "Master, when did you acquire such formidable skills?"

She had witnessed Li Muzhan's martial arts before; while powerful, they were considerably inferior to her Master's. For him now to force her Master into retreat was truly extraordinary. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that such a young man could equal her Master.

Li Muzhan smiled. "The last time I clashed with the Senior, I gained insight, leading to some progress. That was just enough to frighten the Senior off. As for my true capability, I'm still lacking."

His ability to contend with Shangguan Hong was largely due to the Canghai Divine Sword. Without its unique finger energy, confronting Shangguan Hong would still have been highly perilous. His internal energy was deep, though slightly inferior to hers, and the subtlety of his martial techniques lagged far behind. It was entirely dependent on the power of the Canghai Divine Sword—one move to conquer all.

Zhang Jinglan sighed. "If it gets out that you forced Master to yield, the world will be astonished. The foremost expert among the younger generation must surely be you."

Li Muzhan smiled. "Is the Heavenly Demon Sect very famous outside?"

Zhang Jinglan paused, then shook her head with a wry smile. "Quite the opposite. Ordinary people have no idea about the Heavenly Demon Sect. Only a few top-tier figures have ever heard the name... Disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect do not enter the mundane world; they cultivate in seclusion."

"You are an exception," Li Muzhan commented. He was genuinely curious about Zhang Jinglan's past.

Zhang Jinglan smiled faintly, a touch of sorrow in her voice. "Yes, I suppose I am an unworthy disciple..."

"Are you still truly angry with the Senior?" Li Muzhan asked. He sat cross-legged, watching Zhang Jinglan attentively, as if ready to hear a story, and smiled, "In my opinion, Jinglan seems less angry now."

Zhang Jinglan shook her head with a bitter smile and sighed mournfully, her expression solitary.

Ka ■●.I● ji ka ● ji ■//●■ ji ji ●● 0//●■ ji ji ∽ ji ●●● shen ●● 0 Li Muzhan smiled gently. "If you are no longer angry, then reconcile with the Senior. I sense that your feelings for her are profound. Her pursuit of you likely stems from disappointment in your lack of progress."

Zhang Jinglan remained silent, staring unmoving out the window. In that moment, she resembled a carved statue of a jade maiden, permeated by an aura of poignant beauty that radiated irresistible attraction—an attraction no man could refuse.

Though Li Muzhan's meditative focus was profound, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of emotion seeing her like this. Her features were exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful, and her current appearance was imbued with an added layer of forlorn tenderness.

Li Muzhan said gently, "What exactly happened? Who did the Senior kill?" Though he had a vague idea, he preferred to hear it directly from Zhang Jinglan.

Zhang Jinglan turned to look at him, paused for a moment, and sighed, "It was a friend of mine."

Li Muzhan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "A friend? ... What kind of friend? Surely a very close one?"

Zhang Jinglan shot him a look and snorted, "What nonsense are you thinking! ... He was just an ordinary friend; we interacted more because he did me a favor."

"Then why did your Master kill him?" Li Muzhan asked, smiling.

Zhang Jinglan shook her head. "Master has always harbored a deep hatred for men, becoming overly extreme in her views. She killed him without asking any questions, without discerning the right from the wrong. He had shown me kindness, and I inadvertently caused his death..."

"Hmm..., did your Master experience some heartbreak when she was young?" Li Muzhan nodded slowly.

Zhang Jinglan gave an "mm" sound and sighed. "Master does have a painful past; she hates all men under heaven, believing that no man is good, that they are inherently fickle and prone to abandonment. If a woman falls for a man, she is throwing herself into a pit of fire!"

Li Muzhan rubbed his nose and chuckled wryly. "Your Master is perhaps a bit extreme."

"In my view, Master is correct!" Zhang Jinglan spat lightly, glancing at him, her eyes flowing with charm and delicacy, causing a sudden stirring in Li Muzhan's heart.

His face flushed, and he laughed a couple of times awkwardly, knowing she was referring to Mei Ruolan and the other two. To an outsider, him, a monk, having three wives indeed looked incredibly licentious, and all three women were beauties—insatiably greedy. Furthermore, Li Muzhan's own conduct wasn't entirely upright; he tended to like whomever he met and found it difficult to let go, wanting to hold them all close.

Zhang Jinglan huffed, "You men truly are good for nothing. Even someone as upright as the Master can't move when faced with beauty... Isn't my junior sister beautiful?"

Li Muzhan quickly waved his hands. "Jinglan, you wrong me. Miss Lan's smile hides coldness; looking at her, I feel chill rather than charm."

Zhang Jinglan burst out laughing, shaking her head. "If my junior sister heard that, she’d surely jump up in anger!"

Shen 0 shen ka ● ji ■●●●■● ji ● shen ●●.I● ji ■●●●■ ji ji ∽ ji ●●● 11 ji ●●●● ka ji ji ■●●●~∽● shen ■ ji ji ji

Li Muzhan smiled. "This Miss Lan is certainly intriguing. She appears innocent and carefree, yet she is not without cunning. It seems she doesn't take killing as a grave matter."

Zhang Jinglan replied, "That is influenced by Master. Killing truly isn't a big deal to her."

"Your Master is quite a terrifying person," Li Muzhan sighed.

Zhang Jinglan nodded lightly and sighed again. "Yes, Master is the most formidable. Never mind that your martial arts surpassed hers; if Master truly wanted to kill you, there would be countless ways to do it."

"Oh?" Li Muzhan's eyebrows twitched; he looked defiant.

Zhang Jinglan laughed. "Your goading tactic won't work; I won't tell you! ... However, you should be safe; Master harbors no killing intent toward you."

"Really?" Li Muzhan asked with a faint smile.

Zhang Jinglan nodded. "If Master intended to kill you, you would already be gone... Besides, even if you knew, you couldn't escape it. It's better not to know, to avoid scaring yourself."

Li Muzhan laughed heartily, finding it amusing. "Then why not tell me? I'd like to hear about it."

Zhang Jinglan shook her head. "This concerns the secrets of the Heavenly Demon Sect; I cannot speak carelessly."

Li Muzhan said, "If that is the case, so be it. Xiao Ya and the others are still here, so perhaps the Senior won't return. I should check on the military camp first."

"Yes, it's fine that they are here. You go ahead," Zhang Jinglan agreed.

Li Muzhan smiled faintly, flashed suddenly, and vanished without a trace.

Zhang Jinglan turned toward the window and watched Li Muzhan's silhouette flash in the air before disappearing, having melted into the landscape of Heavenly Dragon City. She secretly marveled at the extent of Li Muzhan's martial arts.

Li Muzhan moved like a swift breeze, incredibly fast. Without even mounting Red Shadow, he reached the military camp in less than an hour and headed straight for the inner camp. He passed through unimpeded; the soldiers merely nodded, not stopping him.

Yet, Li Muzhan sensed something was amiss; their expressions seemed unusually solemn. Had some major event occurred? Li Muzhan's heart stirred. He slowed his pace and activated his Tāxīntōng (Mind-Reading Ability).

Under his Tāxīntōng, their inner voices rang clearly in his mind. He understood what had happened, his expression darkened, and he quickened his steps, rushing towards the training grounds.

The training grounds were empty; Old Ji and the others were nowhere in sight. Li Muzhan went directly toward the western wing of rooms, stopping outside the door and knocking.

"Who is it?" A voice, sounding impatient, came from inside.

Li Muzhan said gently, "Elder Li, I've returned."

"Come in!" Elder Li boomed loudly.

"Hey, keep your voice down!" Another old man hastily tried to intervene.

Elder Li snorted, lowering his voice. "Little Monk, why are you dawdling outside? Hurry in!"

Li Muzhan pushed the door open and entered. He saw several elders seated in the main hall, led by Old Ji and Elder Li, along with a few other experts from the inner camp.

Li Muzhan stepped forward, performed a military salute to everyone, and asked gravely, "Is Brother Yan not in mortal danger?"

● Shen●● ka// ka ● ji ■//●■ ji ji ●● 0//●■ ji ji ji ∽ ji ●●● shen ji ji ji ji ●●■●● ∽ ji ji ■ shen ●●●●●● 0 ji ● ji ■●●●■ ji ji ●●●

Elder Li's face was grim as he snorted, "Little Monk, you finally remembered to come back!"

Old Ji waved his hand, appearing vigorous, his eyes bright. "Alright, Old Li, this isn't Mingkong's fault; don't take out your anger on him indiscriminately."

Elder Li retorted irritably, "Why isn't it his fault!? Why isn't it his fault! ... Hmph! If he had been here, how could Young Yan have been so severely wounded?"

Elder Li's beard was messy, his clothes disheveled, looking as if he hadn't slept for days.

Li Muzhan grew anxious. "Elder Ji, Brother Yan, he...?"

Old Ji waved his hand and sighed gently. "His life isn't in danger, but his martial arts... I fear they are..."

Li Muzhan quickly asked, "What happened?"

Old Ji sighed. "The night before last, he went out of the city alone to chop firewood. It’s our fault for being careless; we thought his current skill level was enough for self-protection. We never expected the Black Eagle Riders to have such masters."

"The Black Eagle Riders again?" Li Muzhan frowned.

Elder Li grit his teeth and cursed, spitting venomous words. "Black Eagle Riders! Black Eagle Riders! If there weren't restrictions, I would have charged out of the city long ago and slaughtered them all!"

An elder beside him said solemnly, "Enough of these useless words. If you slaughtered all the Black Eagle Riders, our Divine Might Camp would also be wiped out!"

Elder Li stomped his foot in frustration, turned, and entered the eastern room, pulling aside the curtain. A thick medicinal smell rushed out, assaulting Li Muzhan's nostrils.

Li Muzhan frowned. "I'll go take a look."

Old Ji nodded, sighing. "It's good that you go see. Poor Xiao Yan, to learn such martial arts only to have them ruined!"

Li Muzhan lifted the curtain and entered the east room. He saw Yan Lengsi unconscious, his face pale, lying motionless on the couch—remarkably still. Elder Li was sitting beside him, staring at Yan Lengsi, breathing heavily, his anger surging, almost too potent to be contained, seeming ready to burst forth.

Li Muzhan coughed lightly, approached, and looked down at Yan Lengsi.

Elder Li looked up at him, snorted, "Little Monk, have you finished tending to your private affairs?"

Li Muzhan nodded sheepishly and sighed. "Elder Li, it is my fault for not being with Brother Yan."

Elder Li snorted, turned his head away, and ignored him.

Li Muzhan didn't mind. He sat on an embroidered stool by the couch, took Yan Lengsi’s wrist, and examined his injury. His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

Yan Lengsi was gravely wounded. Not only were his internal organs displaced, but his meridians were severely damaged. Even if they healed, his meridians could never function normally. Although the internal martial arts and mental techniques used in the army differed, most relied on the meridians. In his current state, it would be forcing the impossible for him to practice martial arts again; he could only become an ordinary person.

Ka shen ka ● ji ■●●●■● ji ● shen ●●.I● ji ■●●●■ ji ji ●●●● shen ●●●●.I ji ji ●● 0 shen ●.I////

For Elder Li, Yan Lengsi was a disciple they had painstakingly nurtured—not only their life's work but also because of Yan Lengsi's simple nature and deep affection. These old bachelors had one disciple before them, who was like family. Now, for Yan Lengsi to fall from being a master to an ordinary person was a devastating blow. They worried deeply that he would not be able to endure it.

Li Muzhan thought for a moment and said, "Elder Li, my family possesses a secret technique for healing injuries. I wish to try it on Brother Yan."

"Your family's secret technique?" Elder Li turned his head.

Li Muzhan nodded. "Yes. Though its grand claims might be few, its healing effect is extraordinary."

"Can it save Xiao Yan?" Elder Li grabbed his arm like an iron clamp.

Li Muzhan deliberated briefly, then shook his head. "This disciple can only try his best... and furthermore, for this secret technique to be performed, no outsiders can be present."

Elder Li’s hope momentarily vanished, but then his gaze refocused. He nodded vigorously. "Good—good! I will guard you!" He knew Li Muzhan’s temperament; he always left room for error, only claiming seven-tenths certainty when he was fully sure, and five-tenths when he was seventy percent confident. Since he offered this suggestion, he must have some degree of certainty. Light flooded his vision; hope was injected back into his heart, and suddenly, even the sunlight seemed brighter.

Excitedly, he left the room and stood guard outside, preventing Old Ji and the others from entering.

Li Muzhan placed Yan Lengsi down, paused, and decided to employ the Kong He Tian You Shu (Crane-Controlling Elixir-Infusing Technique). This technique was marvelous yet straightforward, though it consumed a large amount of internal energy. The Yin-Yang Creation Art required the Master's Miaolian Sutra, which he lacked. Forcing its use with the Canghai Divine Skill would be too mentally draining and less effective than the Kong He Tian You Shu.

He acted on his decision. He focused and regulated his breathing for a moment, then opened his eyes, formed a Crane Fist, pinched a Crane Beak between his fingertips, and lightly touched Yan Lengsi several times before withdrawing his hand. He then closed his eyes to regulate his energy again.

A moment later, he let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes, staring at Yan Lengsi. Yan Lengsi's complexion had regained color, his face showed a healthy luster. These few light touches involved profound secrets of the human body, its vital orifices. Li Muzhan now felt the Kong He Tian You Shu was even more miraculous. He had used it a few times before and felt it was profound, but couldn't grasp why. Now, he felt a dawning comprehension, the sensation clearer.

"Mmm..." Yan Lengsi groaned, interrupting his moment of insight.

Li Muzhan quickly looked over. He saw Yan Lengsi slowly opening his eyes. His gaze was hazy with confusion, then gradually cleared. After staring at Li Muzhan for a moment, he suddenly spoke, "Mingkong...?"

~∽r●■●●●0●●●11∽∽■● Li Muzhan chuckled, “Brother Yan, how are you feeling?” “Am I still alive?” Yan Leng asked, startled and bewildered.

Li Muzhan smiled. “This isn't the Underworld, I intend to keep living quite well myself!”

As he spoke, he took Yan Lengsi’s wrist to check, and indeed, the effect was significant. Though his meridians hadn't completely healed, they were far better than before, and he should recover in time.

Yan Lengsi pondered for a moment, then sighed, “It’s truly good to be alive!”

“Little Monk, are you done?” Old Man Li couldn't hold back from outside and asked softly.

Li Muzhan called out loudly, “Elder Li, Elder Ji, Brother Yan is awake, please come in.”

The curtain moved, and the group of old men crowded in. Old Man Li rushed to the front, quickly seizing Yan Lengsi’s wrist. After checking his pulse, he let out a hearty laugh.

Elder Ji also took his pulse and observed, nodding with a kindly smile, “Good, very good!”

“Elder Li, Elder Ji…” Yan Lengsi stared blankly at them, feeling embarrassed. “My Masters, you worry too much. Your disciple is fine.”

Old Man Li puffed out his beard and widened his eyes. “Hmph! You insolent boy! If you can’t win, you run! Why didn’t you remember that? Why fight them head-on!?”

Elder Ji nodded in agreement. “Yes, little Yan, you shouldn’t have engaged in a direct clash.”

Yan Lengsi leaned against the headboard, offering a bitter smile. “Elder Li, Elder Ji, I wanted to run, but I couldn't escape. That person’s Qinggong was too formidable.”

“Who was it? Which scoundrel?” Old Man Li pressed immediately.

Yan Lengsi shook his head. “I haven’t seen him. He covered his face with a helmet, so I couldn’t see his features. He seemed young, but his martial arts were terrifyingly potent.”

“Did you exchange any moves with him?” Old Man Li inquired swiftly.

Yan Lengsi glanced sheepishly at the group and lowered his head. “Only one palm strike.”

“You mean, you couldn't even withstand a single move?” Old Man Li’s eyes bulged.

Yan Lengsi scratched the back of his head and hung his head low. “Yes. He was too fast. I didn't even have time to strike before he hit me and sent me flying... Then I just ran for my life to get back here.”

“A true master!” Old Man Li’s expression grew grave. He looked at the other elders, then turned back. “So, compared to the Little Monk, who is more formidable?”

Yan Lengsi looked at Li Muzhan, then scratched his head. “About the same, perhaps.”

The elders exchanged glances, their faces sinking, looking quite troubled.

Li Muzhan frowned. “Elder Ji, could this be an elite disciple from one of the prestigious sects in Xizhao?”

Old Man Li snorted. “Last time, Feng Baishan, an elite of elites hailed as the foremost young master in Xizhao, was killed by you. Who else could be an elite?”

Li Muzhan smiled. “The martial world of Xizhao is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; one should not underestimate it.”

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The group debated for a while longer, the discussion becoming quite spirited, each elder contributing their view. They recounted the martial landscape of Xizhao as if it were their own backyard, leaving Li Muzhan inwardly astonished by the depth of their knowledge.

Old Man Li even speculated that this mysterious expert might be an established master or renowned figure from Xizhao in disguise.

Elder Ji analyzed the situation but shook his head, dismissing the idea, believing the people of Xizhao wouldn't stoop so low.

After analyzing everything without a definitive answer, they finally decided to send Li Muzhan to investigate.

Li Muzhan gladly accepted. He too was eager to test his skills against a formidable opponent.

Since mastering the Canghai Divine Art, his confidence was absolute, filled with an impulse to engage in combat. The power of the Canghai Divine Sword was exceptional, a sensation he dearly loved. The ability to determine life or death with a slight movement of his fingers was indeed intoxicating. His only regret was his current level of power; he wished the might of the Canghai Divine Sword could be even greater. (，please remember the website address: /M