Chapter 0065

Chapter 65: Joyous Union Sect Are All Master Actors

Zhao Wu Tian breathed hard and whispered: “Is this… spirit power?” The force was so strong, so unnaturally strong, that he started to doubt.

Mo Liu Su raised her energy in a rush and said: “It is spirit power.” The three disciples beside her were not so lucky. They grew dazed and nearly collapsed. Thankfully, the wave came and went fast, covering the entire Imperial Capital in an instant.

[If you are going to act, do it all the way.] Zhou Tong was playing for true.

He smiled and said: “Found them.”

He lifted his mouth in a wild, proud curve and said: “A few small fry. Watch me take them with one hand.”

He flashed into the sky and sped in a set direction. The others rose and followed close behind.

Mo Liu Su watched his back while carrying her three disciples and sighed: “So fast.”

Zhao Wu Tian said with scorn: “The Guest Elder is only matching our speed. Otherwise he would have left us far behind.”

In less than three quarters of an hour, they crossed half the Imperial Capital and reached an open place.

Mo Liu Su asked: “Why stop?”

Zhou Tong said: “The target is here.”

She frowned: “That’s impossible. I sense nothing.”

He said with a faint smile: “Then use your eyes.”

Sword force flowed in his left palm. He pressed down. The buildings below flattened.

Noise erupted as people ran in fear, but not a single person was hurt. Through the rolling dust, four figures rose and entered their sight. They were Mu Rong Ya, the little demoness, Long Ling Yun, and another Zhou Tong.

Two Zhou Tongs faced each other across the air, a strange scene to all others. The true body looked at the fake and even saw a hint of smug playfulness on the fake’s face. The disguise art had reached its peak. Without spirit power as strong as Zhou Tong’s, no one would find it.

Mu Rong Ya scolded with perfect control over her expression: “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my disciple?”

Mo Liu Su lifted her chin with new confidence and said with scorn: “Evil of the Joyous Union Sect, your end has come.”

Mu Rong Ya answered with a sharp gaze: “So it is you again, a ghost that never leaves. I already told you, Zhou Tong is my disciple. He will never return to you.”

The fake “Zhou Tong” grabbed onto Mu Rong Ya and said in a trembling voice: “Master is right. I will never forgive you.”

The move made Tang Qi and Mo Liu Su seethe with jealousy. It also gave Mu Rong Ya goosebumps. She forced down the urge to use force.

Mo Liu Su gathered her aura and said: “You have no choice anymore.”

Zhou Tong stepped forward, his presence alone above all others and said: “No one else moves. They are my prey. I will handle this.”

Mo Liu Su’s eyes flickered, and she chose to step back. She understood a little of top experts’ minds. They are very proud. If others interfere in their fights at will, they do not thank you. They repay you with revenge.

The commotion drew countless eyes. Even powers beyond the Heaven-Severing realm stared with solemn looks. Someone in the crowd whispered: “What a terrifying aura. Who are they?”

Another pointed and said: “I see Her Majesty the Empress, the State Preceptor, and the Guest Elder. Are they going after that woman?”

Wherever Mu Rong Ya stood, she was the focus. Just standing still could steal souls. At the same time, her aura rose even higher. Without a doubt, she looked like the strongest of the group.

People argued: “The Guest Elder wants to fight her alone. Is that possible? Their gap is huge.”

Someone shot back: “Do not scoff. The Guest Elder is a hidden dragon. Did you not see him one-shot a Heaven-Severing expert?”

A third voice snorted: “Laughable. Heaven-Severing is nothing before a real master. I bet he will be beaten in three moves.”

Mu Rong Ya ignored the voices and struck first. She said with icy anger: “How dare you pretend to be my disciple. You will not leave whole today.” Red dust rolled out from her as a sea, covering three hundred li and crushing nine heavens.

Qian Miao Yu hugged herself and trembled: “What a fearful power.” She knew Mu Rong Ya was strong, but not to this degree. Inside this field, she was already at her limit without being targeted. If the fight turned real, even many Heaven-Severing experts would be erased.

The little demoness and Long Ling Yun drew their swords together and cried, “Take this.” With the Red Dust Sea boosting them, their strength spiked. Even Mo Liu Su would have to evade for a while.

Zhou Tong looked bored and said: “Petty tricks.” Before all eyes, he pressed out a single hand seal: “Break All Arts.”

With a boom, the vast Red Dust Sea shattered into fragments. The three women’s combined strike vanished with it. Ten directions fell silent. The scene burned into every mind. Zhou Tong had only waved his hand. With a light move, he dissolved that terrible force. How calm. How strong. Their power was not on the same level at all.

Mu Rong Ya’s eyes shook as if struck hard. She pushed her acting even higher and cried: “How can this be? Who are you?”

Zhou Tong said calmly: “You have made your move. Now it is my turn.” Lightning flashed over him. The sky darkened with clouds.

He formed a blade out of thunder and aimed ahead as he said: “Sixfold World Breaking Sword. North: Divine Thunder Prison.”

The spear of lightning flew, burst in midair, and turned into a sea of thunder. Mu Rong Ya and the other two took the strike head-on, were pierced through, and went rigid. Their mighty auras fell at once. For a moment, they looked unguarded.

Mo Liu Su stared, dazed. This was a supreme art of control and weakening. If she could learn it, maybe she could fight Mu Rong Ya one-on-one.

Zhou Tong said in a flat voice that made the crowd tense: “Time to end this.”

Qian Miao Yu’s body sagged in midair. The nightmare from her dreams arrived in the real world as Zhou Tong lifted his hand and said: “Heaven Moves Myriad Phenomena.”

The clouds ripped open to a clear sky. Everyone looked up. Their pupils caught a bright point. It grew closer and larger. It was a falling star, dragged down by Zhou Tong.

“I must be dreaming,” someone muttered, but most could no longer speak.

The star struck with a roar, blasting out a terrifying shock wave. When the force passed, three figures fell from the sky like they had lost all power to resist.

The fake wailed with exaggerated grief: “Master!”

In the next heartbeat, the true Zhou Tong appeared in front of the impostor and struck her with a single palm.