Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 544 - 413: Revering Me, Hong Yuan, as Supreme_2

Chapter 544: Chapter 413: Revering Me, Hong Yuan, as Supreme_2

"I propose that we center our actions around Brother Lin Bu Jing!"

No sooner had Qiu Wuxi’s words fallen than someone immediately echoed their agreement.

As if by prior agreement, they responded to Qiu Wuxi one after another.

"I agree!"

"Army Chief Lin Bu Jing is indeed capable!"

"That’s right, it’s time to make a decision about the position of Alliance Hierarch!"

"..."

Hearing Qiu Wuxi’s sudden provocation, Ye Zhuyin’s face turned deathly pale. If Lin Bu Jing truly seized power, wouldn’t the Mystical Sound Pavilion be thrust into the eye of the storm, facing imminent peril?

Those who could participate in the Sect Alliance meeting were, without exception, Martial Arts Heavenly Talents—the cream of the crop, each one chosen from thousands.

At that moment, Chen Hao, Li Qiyuan, and other Martial Arts Heavenly Talents from various sects sat up straighter, their eyes narrowing as they stared at Lin Bu Jing.

"Alliance Hierarch? Lin Bu Jing, you certainly have ambitious dreams," Chen Hao snorted coldly, his expression glacial.

"Indeed! What makes you think you’re qualified to lead us?!" Li Qiyuan tilted his head back, his face a mask of defiant arrogance.

Others, such as Long Zhandu and Ye Zhuyin, though they said little, also wore gloomy expressions, clearly unconvinced by Lin Bu Jing.

Lin Bu Jing scanned the room, his eyes glowing with a crimson divine light. Yet, the others met his gaze unflinchingly, showing no intention of backing down.

Lin Bu Jing understood that if he could suppress these two troublemakers, Chen Hao and Li Qiyuan, then the Sect Alliance would have to acknowledge him as its leader.

Even if Hong Yuan were to arrive, he too would be subject to Lin Bu Jing’s control!

In an instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from Lin Bu Jing, like a conflagration engulfing the heavens, heralding the descent of the Vermilion Bird.

Behind him, the Divine Appearance of a Vermilion Bird, vivid and with wings outstretched, began to coalesce.

"You have some nerve!" Li Qiyuan roared.

Li Qiyuan kicked the tea table aside and drew the long-sheathed treasured sword from his waist—the King’s Sword!

The seven-in-one King’s Sword was a Holy Artifact. Unfortunately, when Bo Qing killed Li Ziyang, three-sevenths of the King’s Sword was devoured by the Heavenly River Sword. Thus, the King’s Sword could never again be restored to its status as a Holy Artifact.

However, even in its incomplete state, the King’s Sword retained some of the Holy Artifact’s might.

It was unstoppable! CLANG! A torrent of chilling light sliced through the air, unhindered, shattering the aura of ’unparalleled dominance’ Lin Bu Jing had cultivated. The light locked firmly onto Lin Bu Jing; any move from him would trigger a devastating strike.

Li Qiyuan gripped the King’s Sword, its tip aimed at Lin Bu Jing, and said contemptuously, "Who do you think you are, to expect us to bow and scrape before you?"

"Let Hong Yuan come himself!"

Inside the Mystical Sound Pavilion’s Sect’s Grand Hall, two major factions swiftly formed, seemingly on the verge of conflict at the slightest disagreement.

However, Lin Bu Jing, despite losing face, was not ready to back down.

Lin Bu Jing knew he had to seize this moment decisively; otherwise, his authority would be utterly diminished!

Lin Bu Jing’s eyes were like dark pools as he said solemnly, "Then bring it o—"

But before he could finish, a deafening rumble echoed from above the Mystical Sound Pavilion’s Sect’s Grand Hall. A blue war chariot, drawn by a Nine-headed Dragon Beast, was rapidly approaching.

The arrival of this blue war chariot immediately captured everyone’s attention.

Gazing at Hong Yuan, who stood at the prow of the blue war chariot with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression serene, Lin Bu Jing couldn’t suppress a surge of bitter resentment.

Beneath his wide sleeves, his fists clenched so tightly that his sharp fingernails dug deep into his palms, sending waves of excruciating pain through him.

Hong Yuan, Hong Yuan... Hong Yuan! Lin Bu Jing inwardly seethed. Why must you appear at this very moment? Why?! He wished he could tear Hong Yuan limb from limb.

In Lin Bu Jing’s Sea of Consciousness, Elder Dan also wore a grave expression.

Elder Dan found Hong Yuan’s timing far too coincidental. Could it be, he wondered, that Hong Yuan is destined to be the ’calamitous obstacle’ on Bu Jing’s martial path, his lifelong nemesis?

The newcomer was indeed Hong Yuan!

Hong Yuan, clad in a dark, black Daoist robe, stood at the fore of the war chariot, hands clasped behind him. His black hair danced wildly in the wind, his demeanor one of utter indifference and merciless detachment.

A magnificent azure divine radiance scattered around him, transforming the gray, overcast sky to a brilliant blue, dispelling the dark clouds and heavy rain. It was as if announcing that Hong Yuan’s arrival itself would turn the tide.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

The nine ferocious Dragon Beasts stirred as if an Ancient Great Evil had awakened, their overwhelming blood qi flaring, radiating a fierce killing intent as they charged directly towards the Mystical Sound Pavilion’s Sect’s Grand Hall.

Within the Mystical Sound Pavilion’s Sect’s Grand Hall, Hong Yuan’s display terrified the assembled Martial Arts Heavenly Talents, their faces paling.

They truly felt the chilling breath of death, emanating particularly from Hong Yuan’s detached air—an indifference that regarded all life as equal!

They were utterly certain that if they dared defy Hong Yuan’s will, he would show no regard for their status and strike them down without a second thought.

So this is the foremost expert of the mortal realm? I refuse to accept it! Qinglu Commander Li Qiyuan resisted Hong Yuan’s oppressive might, clenching the King’s Sword tightly. He gritted his teeth and straightened his spine, determined to face Hong Yuan directly.

As the foremost expert of the Qinglu Taoist Temple, he would absolutely not bow to Hong Yuan so easily.

Alas, he had overestimated himself.

After only a brief moment, his King’s Sword emitted a sorrowful, burdened cry. Finally, its core shattered, an injury that would take at least three to five years to mend.

If Li Qiyuan was in such a state, the others fared even worse.

These Martial Arts Heavenly Talents, who moments ago had been so vigorous and full of bold aspirations, swearing to challenge the very heavens, now all bent their backs before Hong Yuan.

Only Lin Bu Jing managed to maintain some semblance of composure, not nearly as discomfited as the others.

TAP. Hong Yuan alighted from the blue war chariot and strolled leisurely towards the main seat in the Mystical Sound Pavilion’s Sect’s Grand Hall, utterly disregarding the expressions on the faces of Lin Bu Jing, Li Qiyuan, and the others.