Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength-Chapter 466 - 358 Online Bloodbath_2
Yin and Yang Qi, one Qi breaks the law!
This was the confidence of True Monarch Youyun. Even though his cultivation had been reduced to Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, True Monarch Youyun still didn't think there was anything impressive about someone who had managed to kill so many enemies with just four slashes of his saber.
Bullying the weak? The Way of Youyun is more than enough to dissolve all things.
A gust of wind blew past, and Meng Yu's long sword flicked up, with an endless assault of wind striking forth, yet his figure disappeared without a trace.
The sword light, at that moment, twisted into lightning!
Everyone knew that a battle would occur, but no one expected it to end so swiftly!
The figures touched in an instant, collided, and then came to a halt.
One, the exchange between Meng Yu and True Monarch Youyun took merely a breath's time!
As the wind blew, Meng Yu's sword was pure wind, a gale arose, stirring waves, a breeze moved, figures stood double, the Clear Wind Slash, one sword to break through!
The most extreme sword strike, designed purely for killing.
Whether it was the enemy's one hundred thousand wisps of Youyun Qi or three thousand black death silks, under the grotesquely distorted form of Meng Yu, it was like a breeze blowing through, ultimately, it was a strike of the sword!
A few deep bloodstains appeared on Meng Yu's shoulder, a result of the Nascent Soul True Monarch's horsetail whisk, but True Monarch Youyun clutched at his neck, trying to prevent the blood from gushing out.
Because his neck had already been severed halfway!
"Excellent swordsmanship, utterly ferocious!"
He said so.
He lost and was not convinced, he had anticipated that Meng Yu was a swordsman who would engage in close combat, but he had never thought that Meng Yu's swordsmanship would be so fierce.
Before his ten thousand wisps of Youyun Qi could form an array, he rushed forward without hesitation, and then his figure just recklessly sliced with each strike!
What the hell kind of fighting style is this? In reality, if you do this, you might win a hundred times, but lose once and you are dead!
Betting life against life, if I had also adopted this mindset, both you and I would be 'logging off' together!
Although the neck wound was fatal, luckily this body was at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, and as long as he didn't go into intense combat immediately, he wasn't going to die anytime soon.
"Hmph."
His throat recovered, and he could speak again.
"True Lord, you have lost. I hope you will adhere to the wager. I have no designs on the Taihe Sect, let alone thoughts of annihilating the sect to loot its treasures. I will say it again, I am only at Foundation Establishment, I need to achieve the Golden Pill of Achievement, and then the Nascent Soul, at the least two hundred years later, right?"
Meng Yu's words made True Monarch Youyun pause for a moment.
Indeed, Meng Yu was currently just at Foundation Establishment, no matter how one stirred the Golden Core, without two or three hundred years, a Nascent Soul was unattainable. So, in the meantime, would one support a weak genius and then stabilize the situation in the northwest, or stand on the side of the Myriad Gold Pavilion and fight to the death?
In history, ministers always preferred monarchs who were just in their twenties. You invest in him, and he will not suddenly die, causing all your plans to come to naught. At the same time, such a person is more reasonable, able to negotiate, and even knows gratitude, as opposed to the merciless old ghosts in their forties and fifties.
As for two hundred years later... True Monarch Youyun's eyebrows and beard were already white, he had invested all his energy in achieving the Nascent Soul, but his future path was already cut off. In two hundred years, he might not even exist anymore.
"I..."
Just as he was about to utter the words "I concede," Meng Yu suddenly swung his sword out.
Someone had sneaked over quietly but was detected by Meng Yu.
"Meng Yu, you are playing dirty. That's not nice."
The people from the Myriad Gold Pavilion, grinning, stood to the side.
They could not just allow True Monarch Youyun to concede. On the contrary, they wanted to strike Meng Yu's face hard.
"In swordsmanship competition, what counts is fairness and justice, not your way of exploiting True Monarch Youyun's hesitation to gamble with your life, winning victory but in reality employing shameless tactics."
The first True Lord to say this was named Dan Yangzi.
"Blood God Sect, Blood Transmutation Divine Saber... that sword strike was very good, but it's too vicious and damages harmony with heaven."
The second True Lord said this, smirking disdainfully.
"You have a choice, roll out of the Ascension List, otherwise, every time I see you, I will kill you once!"
This was the third True Lord, whose expression was utterly indifferent.
Meng Yu was not angered; he likewise looked at the three True Lords with a smiling face, as well as the nine Golden Core Masters following behind them.
Hmm, the colors on everyone's hands indicate their Cultivation.
"You're right, how about one-on-one? Hey big brother, shall we spar a bit?"
The shameless Meng Yu said with a smiling face as he invited a Golden Core Master from the Myriad Gold Pavilion.
The Golden Core from the Myriad Gold Pavilion kept a straight face and did not respond.
Before coming here, perhaps everyone had the idea of challenging Meng Yu, but after seeing the Wind-Slicing Strike that broke True Monarch Youyun's technique just now, the only thought everyone had was, Golden Cores should not accept the challenge and avoid making a fool of themselves!
"Ah, how about you?"
Meng Yu then invited another Golden Core.
"Hey, big brother, you, why don't you come and have a one-on-one with me?"
Meng Yu invited the nine Golden Cores one by one, but no one moved.
That Wind-Slicing Strike was still fresh in everyone's minds.
The most ruthless and cunning strike, Wind-Slicing Strike!
"Ah, you nine Golden Cores, not one of you will step out and duel me... What about the three seniors?"
Meng Yu's expression was still full of joy, showing no sign that he was facing three foes even more formidable than himself.
Meng Yu's practice with Bai Hu was publicly known as Meng Yu being defeated by Bai Hu, and he was sincerely learning combat techniques from Bai Hu, including the two times when Little Fox carried Meng Yu's head around for everyone to see that Meng Yu was defeated by Bai Hu, and so on.
Meng Yu had many faults, but he really did not care for empty fame, nor would he trouble himself for a little false reputation.
If one day he did start to seek such fame, it would definitely be because he wanted to launch a satellite into space.
"You don't despise us for bullying the weak?"
"How could I, how could I, Senior, I am the Young Sect Master of the Blood God Sect, my father is in the Divinity Transformation stage, and I've also inherited the Moon-Watching Sect and will establish my own sect in the Western Wastes in the future. I am a figure of some repute, and on the Ascension List, we are all at Foundation Establishment, so you can't say it's bullying the weak. Besides, nobody dies here, so please feel free to kill me. No matter how you kill me, I won't hold a grudge over it."
The Nascent Soul Master was taken aback.
"Really, when we fight offline, it's for life and death interests, for the sake of our subordinates, but in the virtual online world, seniors, please loosen up a bit. You kill me, I kill you, it's all just virtual, why can't we let go?
There's no such thing as bullying the weak or ganging up, I really don't care, I bear no grudges, go ahead and kill me."
Meng Yu said with a smile, moving towards one of them, and the next moment a burst of sword light shot directly at the Nascent Soul True Monarch in front of him!
Still the wind!
The two passed by each other, a streak of blood rose from Meng Yu's body, while that Nascent Soul was cut in half at the waist!
"You?"
The opponent's face was full of disbelief. Meng Yu should have died too, right?
"The Cultivation Technique I practice has a set called 'Eighteen Falls of Soiled Clothes', you mistook it for the 'Borrowing Force to Strike' technique. So when your sword hit me, I was able to divert it."
Meng Yu's shoulder now bore a deep wound.
Between life and death, in this deadly fight, it was not that he was much stronger than the Nascent Soul, but rather he was a bit luckier this time.
"Wait for me!"
The Nascent Soul, though not dead, looked at his own body and suddenly gritted his teeth, circulated his True Qi, and died.
"Mhm."
Meng Yu, wounded on the shoulder, nodded, looking at the remaining eleven people, "Alright, beautiful, is it our turn now?"
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The second Nascent Soul was a petite and exquisite woman, exuding a firm and confident aura.
However, now she hesitated.
Their physical bodies were in the Central Plains, and this mission was an opportune task. According to the Myriad Gold Pavilion's plan, they would negotiate first, or it would be even better to capture Meng Yu. If he were to run, they would constantly pursue him.
No matter how strong a Foundation Establishment Divine Soul was, it had its limits; kill him a few more times and he wouldn't be able to come online anymore. Moreover, this kind of pursuit would also give confidence to the related Sects, but what the hell was happening now?
Why wasn't this man running but instead eagerly fighting with them?
Was he sick?
