Cheng Yan’s Power
Dian Wei heard a loud crunch and felt a spurt of liquid splash his face as red mist flitted past his line of sight from his side. Upon turning his head to the side, all that remained of Palace Guardian was his bestrewn blood droplets.
Cheng Yan commanded the sky to generate a vortex hundreds of times more violent than Mu Yu and Tian Ran’s combined with his sword.
“Soul Style Luo Sound – Scorching Overlord Roar!”
Dian Wei’s domain that acted akin to barrier to the sky did not faze Cheng Yan in the slightest. Instead, Cheng Yan resolutely called down his slash, tearing apart the domain and absorbing it to enlarge his white sword. Dian Wei, consequently, tore open a dimensional rift to escape via. Alas, Cheng Yan’s slash overtook him, amputating an as Dian Wei fled.
Dian Wei’s arm lost the soul energy hiding its beast-like claws and hideous appearance moments before it detonated.
“It’s a pity they’re so good at running,” Cheng Yan commented.
Mu Yu discerned the presence of another domain that did not belong to Dian Wei lingering at the spot the latter hurtled. In other words, someone lent Dian Wei their domain ability to escape. Else, Cheng Yan would have had done more than outclass him.
“The celestial swords are in a different league.” Gu Yitian checked out the three celestial swords as well as his own, eager to spar with the trio.
The golden ball came back out to play with its white friends once the dust settled.
“Your timing was perfect,” Mu Yu commented.
“You still remember our promise to each other?” Cheng Yan inquired, referring to the promise made on Mu Yu’s way back to Pill Cauldron Sect.
Mu Yu presented a golden divine will retrieval herb. “This is what you asked for.”
Cheng Yan took the herb off Mu Yu with a smile comparable to the sun. “You’re the first to come home.”
“You’re strong,” Gu Yitian stated.
Cheng Yan replied, “We shouldn’t be fighting amongst each other.”
“I’ll be coming to challenge you in the future.”
“Save it for after we destroy Third Heaven Palace and if we’re alive.”
“And you, too.” Gu Yutian turned to Mu Yu.
“Fine by me,” Mu Yu responded.
“Do we need to turn this date into a public holiday for Gambling City from now?” Ximen Buxing proposed, peering at the gamblers below.
“I want to name it! I cheered the loudest, so I deserve the honour!” demanded Xiaoshuai, waving his two small flags. “Let’s call it Xiaoshuai’s Epic Gambling Day!”
“We offer our respect, Elder Boyang.” Mu Yu and Cheng Yan gave Daoist Boyang a palm and fist salute.
“You two need not salute this old one. This old one is but an insignificant speck of dust in this world now,” expressed Daoist Boyang.
“Gu Yitian is our friend, while you are his shifu. Therefore, you are our elder,” Mu Yu contested.
“Indeed. Back on Mount Dustfallen, you helped our shifu many times. There is no way we could help you the way you helped us back then,” Cheng Yan added.
“I apologise for failing to take care of you, Shifu,” Gu Yitian voiced, earning a shoulder pat from Daoist Boyang. Gu Yitian turned to Mu Yu afterwards. “If you can help me protect my shifu, I’ll fight alongside you.”
“Consider it done. The two safest places right now are Formation Sect and Pill Cauldron Sect. I’ll send Elder Boyang to Formation Sect,” Mu Yu promised.
“Thank you.”
The gamblers were still carousing when the group returned because Mu Yu had yet to deactivate his formation. Hence, he terminated the illusion formation with another formation. Though the memories of Third Heaven Palace’s deeds remained, they were gamblers at the end of the day. Accordingly, the first thing they worried about upon returning to reality was who won the duel and what was going to happen to their bets.
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