Chapter 848 - 846: Kill 1 If 1 Comes, Kill a Pair If 2 Come

Chapter 848: Chapter 846: Kill 1 If 1 Comes, Kill a Pair If 2 Come

"Stop!"

"Jiang Yue Long, don’t push this too far!" Liou Xueyan’s eyes were red with fury as she glared at him.

Jiang Yue Long’s actions made her sick to her stomach. He was supposed to be a top-tier genius ranked in the top ten of the Dragon and Tiger List? How could he be such a piece of trash?

Turning around, Jiang Yue Long flashed a sinister smile. "Little bitch, instead of worrying about this bastard, you should worry about yourself. You’re not getting away today, either."

Since he was already going all out, he might as well go all the way. He would capture Xu Yang, dig out his immortal foundation, and then take Liou Xueyan back to be his maidservant. It would be absolutely exhilarating.

An old man descended from the sky, landing right in front of Xu Yang.

"Boy, no one is going to stick their neck out for you," the old man sneered coldly. "This is the Eastern Continent."

"Is that so? To think I share the title of Eastern Continent cultivator with the likes of you... it truly makes me sick."

An icy voice, laced with an indescribable murderous intent, suddenly echoed from all directions.

The dead-silent crowd instantly erupted into a commotion, buzzing with excitement. Who could it be? Faced with the Canglan River, they had been too afraid to speak out despite their anger. It felt humiliating. But now, had a formidable expert finally decided they couldn’t just stand by and watch?

"Who’s there?" the old man barked furiously, turning around to scan the surroundings. "Show yourself!"

Hearing the voice, Xu Yang, who was lying on the ground, broke into a relieved smile. He had finally arrived.

"You old fart, you’re dead meat," Xu Yang said.

"You have a death wish!" the old man roared in a fit of rage, thrusting a hand out to grab Xu Yang.

Right at that moment—

SHING!

It was the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath. The ring was like a dragon’s roar shaking heaven and earth, warping and fracturing the space in all directions.

WHOOSH!

Tens of thousands of bloody rays dyed the firmament red, blotting out the sun and sky. A streak of blood-red lightning flashed by so fast that before anyone could get a clear look, a bloodcurdling scream tore through the heavens.

BOOM!

With a dull thud, the Canglan River’s old man—an expert at the Late Stage of Golden Immortal—crashed into the ground next to Jiang Yue Long as if he had been struck by lightning.

He spasmed in agony, completely bathed in blood and covered in horrifying sword wounds. His aura plummeted to its absolute lowest point, while blood-red Sword Intent lingered in his wounds, constantly eating away at him and inflicting a torment worse than death.

"Who is it?"

"Hiss... what terrifying Sword Intent."

"My god, defeating an expert at the Late Stage of Golden Immortal with a single strike... which powerhouse from Celestial Sword Mountain is this?"

"In the entire Eastern Continent, there are absolutely no top-tier Sword Dao experts outside of Celestial Sword Mountain."

"Slaughter Sword Intent... it couldn’t be him, could it?"

Under the blood-red canopy, tens of thousands of cultivators couldn’t stop shivering. Boundless Slaughter Sword Intent surged wildly, draining the color from the world.

Some had guessed the newcomer’s identity, yet they didn’t dare to believe it.

SWISH!

A figure appeared out of thin air, striding over the void.

"Mo Baijun!" A shocked scream rang out.

It really was him!

In the past, many might have been unfamiliar with this name. But just a few days ago, Mo Baijun had slain the Lord of Blood Marsh with a single strike. His exploits were personally chronicled by the Pavilion Master of Heaven’s Edge Pavilion, placing him 6th on the Wind and Cloud List. Now, his illustrious reputation was known to everyone.

He was the former chief disciple of Slaughter Peak on Celestial Sword Mountain and wielded one of the four Celestial Swords.

Hong Xiaoxing’s eyes sparkled. "Mo Baijun... it’s actually him. To make a grand return after all these years, it truly leaves one in awe."

The old man from the Canglan River shivered uncontrollably, his eyes filled with terror upon seeing Mo Baijun.

"Mo Baijun, you—"

"The Canglan River is just as nauseating as it was back in the day," Mo Baijun interrupted, shaking his head disdainfully. He then glanced over at Jiang Yue Long and mocked, "Back then, even though Jiang Lin was pathetic, he at least had some backbone.

"To think that this generation produced a third-rate piece of trash like you... it’s just pathetic."

A deep, resentful malice flashed deep within Jiang Yue Long’s eyes, yet he squeezed out a fawning smile. "Baijun, this is a misunderstanding. It’s all just a misunderstanding.

"You and Xu Yang..."

A chorus of mocking laughter instantly erupted from the crowd.

*Baijun?* It was absolutely laughable.

"Damn it, where did this bastard’s arrogance from a moment ago go?"

"Baijun? Take a good look in the mirror! Do you think you even have the right to address him by his first name?"

Jiang Yue Long looked like a complete clown, drawing the ridicule of everyone present.

"You certainly don’t have the right to address me so intimately," Mo Baijun chuckled coldly. He declared indifferently, "As Xu Yang travels the Eastern Continent, I am his Guardian.

"Since the Canglan River doesn’t know how to educate their younger generation, I’ll do it for them today.

"If you’re dissatisfied, feel free to send people after me. If one comes, I’ll kill one. If two come, I’ll slaughter the pair."

As his words fell, the world turned deathly silent, overwhelmed by a rolling aura of slaughter.

Jiang Yue Long’s face turned deathly pale. With a shudder, he slumped to the ground, completely paralyzed by the sheer murderous intent.

SHING!

A blood-red sword beam struck down.

The old man screamed in terror. "You wouldn’t dare!"

SQUELCH!

The old man exploded entirely, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Beside him, Jiang Yue Long let out a shriek and trembled in sheer panic. He never expected Mo Baijun to strike without warning, showing absolutely zero regard for the Canglan River. Terrified, his legs shook violently, and a wet patch rapidly spread between his thighs.

He had literally pissed his pants in terror.

"Don’t come any closer! Stay away from me!" Jiang Yue Long shrieked.

"I am the young master of the Canglan River! If you dare touch me, the Canglan River won’t let you off!

"Don’t come over here!"

Mo Baijun’s eyes were filled with disgust. He truly couldn’t understand how the top genius of a premier immortal sect could be such a piece of trash. How had a thing like this managed to cultivate to such a level?

He looked up at the empty firmament and scoffed. The Canglan River? He dared them to show their faces again today!

SWISH!

Mo Baijun vanished from where he stood.

CRASH!

Jiang Yue Long was violently flipped into the air and slammed brutally into the ground. The impact caused him to roar in agony as his body fractured and blood sprayed everywhere.

Outside the martial arts arena, a unanimous, deathly silence fell. The crowd stared blankly as Jiang Yue Long was subjected to agonizing torture on the ground, manipulated like a puppet by Mo Baijun.

He had actually done it.

Then, everyone’s eyes widened in collective excitement. Watching this scene unfold was simply far too satisfying. Even the cultivators who hated Xu Yang couldn’t suppress their disgust and contempt for Jiang Yue Long. They were ashamed to even be associated with such a person.

In the end, Jiang Yue Long couldn’t even muster a scream. Beaten beyond recognition, every single bone and tendon in his body was snapped. He lay paralyzed on the ground like a puddle of mud, a gruesome sight to behold. Even if his own father were here, he probably wouldn’t recognize his son.

SWISH!

Mo Baijun flicked a finger toward Xu Yang. Recognizing it as an alchemical pill, Xu Yang hastily opened his mouth to catch it.

HUM!

A gentle ball of energy diffused through his bones, rapidly repairing his injured body. However, after enduring consecutive shockwaves of suppression from an expert at the Late Stage of Golden Immortal, it was difficult for him to recover completely in a short time—even with the pill’s astonishing medicinal efficacy.

Xu Yang forced himself to his feet and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Mo."

"Good thing I wasn’t late," Mo Baijun replied, shaking his head slightly. "The Canglan River... sigh." He truly had no words to describe Jiang Yue Long.

Xu Yang looked at Jiang Yue Long, a glint of killing intent flashing through his eyes.

"Killing him will cause massive trouble. Honestly, you wouldn’t be able to kill him anyway—someone is watching," Mo Baijun transmitted via voice projection.

Xu Yang’s pupils shrank, and he instinctively glanced up at the firmament.

Mo Baijun smiled faintly. "As long as we don’t kill him, that person won’t dare to show their face.

"After today, the Canglan River will have no face left to speak of."

Xu Yang walked over to Jiang Yue Long. The latter was twitching incessantly, his face bruised and swollen, crisscrossed with blood and contusions to the point where his original appearance was completely obscured. Mo Baijun had not held back in the slightest. Jiang Yue Long would need to recuperate for at least half a year once he returned.

"When you lose, you have to concede your losses," Xu Yang sneered coldly, outright yanking the Storage Ring off Jiang Yue Long’s finger. "I’ll be taking the Ten Thousand Medicines Cyan Lotus Milk."

He might as well collect some interest first.