Chapter 121
Chapter 121: Flower Shifting Technique
Qing Shan House’s group and the two old eunuchs stared blankly for a moment, then their expressions shifted drastically.
Normally, when such a powerful attack hit someone, there should at least be a reaction. Even an unmatched Heavenly Union expert couldn’t withstand the combined strike of five Heavenly Union masters without any martial Qi defense, appearing completely unaffected.
Yet, Li Mu Sheng had done precisely that. Such a scene was incredibly bizarre, chilling enough to send shivers down their spines.
“Retreat! Quickly!”
the purple-robed elder shouted urgently.
Instantly, martial Qi erupted from his body, and he swiftly dashed backward without hesitation. The others quickly followed suit, each desperately activating their movement techniques to flee from Li Mu Sheng.
But at that very moment, Li Mu Sheng’s lips curled into a faint smile, and his finger subtly moved.
In an instant, the giant bronze sword floating quietly beside him—its blade as tall as a three or four-story building—suddenly toppled down as if a towering structure had collapsed.
Underwater, the giant sword’s fall seemed slow, yet it moved swiftly.
Like a huge palm swatting buzzing flies, the enormous sword instantly flattened the two old eunuchs and the group from Qing Shan House, who were trying to escape.
Even the purple-robed elder, who had reacted first and tried to flee, couldn’t escape. His entire body was pinned beneath the several-meter-long hilt of the bronze sword.
Though he sensed the sword falling, he felt despair grip his heart. Despite exerting all his strength, the giant sword was faster, leaving him helplessly trapped beneath its weight.
He frantically unleashed his Heavenly Union-level martial Dao power, struggling to free himself, but it was useless.
The bronze sword pressing upon him felt like an unmovable mountain. No matter how he strained, it refused to budge.
The two old eunuchs from Great Li and the rest of the Qing Shan House members shared the same fate. An immense Qi, heavy as ten thousand mountains, seemed embedded in the sword, pinning them to the depths of the pool.
They were now helpless captives beneath this weight, their bones and muscles suffering under crushing pressure, unable to move an inch—like helpless fish awaiting their fate.
At this moment, Bu Cheng Yang, who had hurried forward to lend aid, froze abruptly upon witnessing this sight, disbelief flickering across his face as he halted sharply underwater.
Earlier, Li Mu Sheng appeared to be in dire straits under the joint assault of five Heavenly Union experts and six other martial artists. But in an instant, the situation had reversed completely. Before Bu Cheng Yang could even react, Li Mu Sheng had already subdued all eleven opponents with startling ease.
Bu Cheng Yang glanced over the figures beneath the giant sword, then turned a shocked and questioning gaze toward Li Mu Sheng.
“Young hero, what martial art did you use just now? How could you endure the combined attack of five Heavenly Union Experts without even invoking Heaven-and-Earth Qi? I’ve truly never heard of such a skill.”
Hearing this, Li Mu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and answered calmly,
“It’s just a small and obscure martial art. If you need a name, you may call it the ‘Starshift Transfer, Flower Shifting Technique’—or perhaps ‘Great Celestial Shift.’ Any of these will do.”
Bu Cheng Yang pondered carefully, his brow furrowing deeply, shaking his head in confusion.
“I consider myself well-versed in the martial arts of various sects, yet I’ve never heard of the martial art you mention, young hero.”
Li Mu Sheng merely smiled softly, casually waving his hand,
“These are just trivial techniques I created myself, hardly worthy of mention. It’s no wonder you’ve never heard of them.”
Upon hearing these words, Bu Cheng Yang froze completely, disbelief clearly written on his face.
[A martial art he created himself?]
He knew just how incredibly challenging it was to invent a martial art. If Li Mu Sheng was telling the truth, he was not merely talented—he was a once-in-a-generation martial genius beyond compare!
Meanwhile, Li Mu Sheng caught a glimpse of Bu Cheng Yang’s stunned expression and inwardly nodded in satisfaction.
[Indeed, another successful, effortless show.]
Feeling deeply content, Li Mu Sheng stepped lightly onto the bronze sword, still pinning Qing Shan House’s group beneath it.
He had kept them alive partly to extract the secret of the Heavenly Revelation Secret Treasury, and partly from curiosity about the usage of the Imperial Dragon Divine Sword.
With a quick glance at the purple-robed elder and the others, Li Mu Sheng flicked his finger, sending eleven lights of the Life Death Talisman into their bodies.
He then turned toward Cang Yin Yue and the others nearby, beckoning them gently.
“Let’s leave the bottom of this pool first.”
Saying this, he swiftly rose toward the surface, the bronze sword beneath his feet bringing the captives effortlessly along with him.
Seeing this, Cang Yin Yue quickly followed. Though she’d witnessed Li Mu Sheng’s methods clearly, by now, nothing could surprise her anymore. Her expression remained calm and composed.
A’Bin, however, couldn’t remain calm at all. His mouth hung open in shock, unable to close for a long time.
[This is simply terrifying!]
Heavenly Union experts, leaders of Martial World’s great sects, had become mere helpless chickens before Li Mu Sheng. Who would believe such a thing?
[No wonder Martial Uncle Bu acts like a loyal dog in front of him. Any Heavenly Union expert encountering Li Mu Sheng would surely bow first, asking for mercy!]
A’Bin’s astonishment was overwhelming. Seeing his stunned look, Bu Cheng Yang coldly snorted,
“What a sheltered brat.”
He quickly grabbed A’Bin by the collar and rose toward the surface, afraid the kid might drown himself in astonishment at the bottom of the dark pool.
Not long after, Li Mu Sheng emerged from the water, standing atop the bronze sword, landing smoothly in the bronze palace hall, the eleven prisoners still firmly beneath the sword.
Outside the hall, scattered sounds of fighting still lingered, but Li Mu Sheng paid no attention.
Instead, he immediately activated the Life Death Talisman, tormenting the prisoners mercilessly before signaling Cang Yin Yue to interrogate them one by one.
During this scene, Bu Cheng Yang and A’Bin, who had also surfaced, stood silently aside.
Watching the purple-robed elder and the others scream in agony, their faces pale with dread, both men felt chills crawl up their spines.
A’Bin stole a fearful glance at Li Mu Sheng and secretly transmitted his trembling voice to Bu Cheng Yang via Qi,
“Martial Uncle… is he trying to frighten us by making an example? You must think quickly—how can we avoid being tortured like this? I’m so terrified, I could wet myself right here!”