usatvline Chapter 419 The Young Singer's Journey 88
Chapter 419 The Young Singer's Journey 88
Wu Qinghuan looked at the 'immortal' who had already landed, and her eyes immediately lit up with joy. She quickly waved to the Imperial Advisor and said, "Imperial Advisor, the immortal has descended to earth. You should go and greet him quickly."
Imperial Advisor: "..."
Lu Zhongguan coldly observed the Grand Preceptor's furrowed brows and sensed something was wrong.
It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away!
Although the Imperial Preceptor used a secret technique to open the gate to the heavens, allowing these 'immortals' to descend to the mortal realm, he probably didn't know how to control them, let alone how to send them away.
These 'immortals' hadn't even landed yet, but they already gave everyone on the ground a hard time, clearly indicating they weren't here with good intentions.
run!
Lu Zhongguan acted decisively. The moment the thought flashed through his mind, his figure had already shot out several feet away like an arrow.
"Huh? An ant is trying to run away?"
A total of twelve immortals landed in the sky, looking in the direction where Lü Zhongguan had fled, with mocking smiles on their faces.
"This world is truly different now; it's full of such despicable people."
"Stop talking nonsense! We finally managed to get to the human world before everyone else, so we need to quickly gather as much luck as possible. We can't let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away!"
Just then, the Grand Preceptor of Nanjue arrived before the crowd, bowed deeply, and respectfully said, "I am the Grand Preceptor of Nanjue, and I pay my respects to all the immortals."
The leading "immortal" looked at the Grand Preceptor with a profound gaze and slowly said, "It was you who opened the Heavenly Gate and led us here?"
The Imperial Preceptor sensed a hint of mockery in the 'immortal's' tone and felt a strange unease rise within him, but he forced himself to remain calm and replied, "Immortals roam freely in the Nine Heavens, and this humble Taoist should not disturb you without permission. However..."
"No, we won't bother you. We should be thanking you." The "immortal" interrupted the Grand Preceptor, his eyes revealing undisguised greed.
"Huh?" The Imperial Advisor looked bewildered, his doubts and unease growing stronger.
The leading 'immortal' looked at the still bewildered Grand Preceptor and laughed maliciously: "We've been searching in the Heavenly Realm for hundreds of years, but we still haven't found the path to the mortal world. If it weren't for your secret technique that cleaved through the fog obscuring the mortal realm, we really wouldn't have been able to come down. Tell me, shouldn't we thank you properly? Huh? Hahahaha!"
The Imperial Advisor abruptly raised his head, only to be met with the unrestrained laughter of those "immortals." His unease finally materialized; he pointed a trembling finger at the crowd, his voice trembling with terror: "You...you are not immortals at all?"
The Imperial Advisor suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly turned to flee, only to see a sharp sword light slash through the air like lightning, instantly piercing through his body.
Blood gushed out, and the Imperial Advisor's body collapsed limply, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.
"Hmph, trying to run? Not so easy." The leader of the "immortals" sneered, sheathing his longsword, the tip still dripping with the Grand Preceptor's warm blood.
The other "immortals" also gathered around, looking at the Grand Preceptor lying on the ground with no pity in their eyes, only indifference and mockery.
"I thought he was some important person, but he's just a piece of trash."
"Alright, enough with the nonsense, let's get down to business."
"We're really lucky this time. We just happened to run into a war between those two countries, and almost all the top experts in the world are gathered here, saving us the trouble of searching for them one by one."
The leader of the "immortals" had a cunning glint in his eyes, clearly extremely satisfied with his gains.
The group exchanged smiles and tacitly split into two teams, attacking Bei Li and Nan Jue respectively.
Upon witnessing the sudden turn of events, Wu Qinghuan's face was filled with shock before the joy on her lips faded, her expression twisted and bizarre.
"The Imperial Advisor has misled me!"
Wu Qinghuan was furious and wished he could tear the Imperial Advisor to pieces.
At that time, Nanjue was beset by internal and external troubles. Internally, Crown Prince Ao Yu was plotting to restore the kingdom; externally, the Northern Li army was pressing in, eyeing the country covetously.
Just when he was at his wit's end, he heard the Imperial Preceptor mention the existence of immortals in the heavens. He grasped at this as if it were a lifeline, and hoped with great anticipation that he could use the power of the immortals to resolve the crisis in Nanjue.
However, he never expected that these so-called "immortals" would be such a greedy and cruel group of people who killed the Imperial Advisor the moment they arrived.
By this point, even if Wu Qinghuan was slow to realize, these so-called "immortals" were definitely not benevolent and their arrival in the human world was certainly not with good intentions.
"Guards, come quickly!" Wu Qinghuan still had some courage and did not retreat immediately. Instead, he quickly ordered the experts around him to step forward and block him.
Besides the imperial guards he brought, many other masters from the Southern Martial Arts world, such as Zhaiyue Jun, Tantai Po, and Xiaotianzi, disregarded their complaints about the king's incompetence and rushed forward to stop him.
Meanwhile, after giving Nan Jue a good scolding from afar, Bei Li had no choice but to grip his weapon tightly and face the six "immortals" charging towards him.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was enormous.
Although Li Hanyi, Zhao Yuzhen, Xie Xuan, Luo Qingyang and others were hailed as sword immortals in the martial arts world and were among the most skilled in the land, they were not even at the Divine Realm, so how could they possibly withstand these people in the sky?
Just as Zhao Yuzhen's Boundless Sword Formation was about to take off, and was about to be aimed at the six people, a "celestial being" swiftly arrived and easily tore apart his sword formation with a single sword strike.
Immediately afterwards, the "immortal" snorted coldly and slashed down at Zhao Yuzhen with his sword again. Zhao Yuzhen tried her best, but only managed to hold on for a few breaths before collapsing to the ground, spitting out blood.
"Two sword strikes! Just two sword strikes!" Zhao Yuzhen clutched her heavily injured chest, her gaze fixed on the rapidly approaching enemy in the sky, her eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
Zhao Yuzhen, who had been blessed with good fortune since birth, never imagined that one day he would be so easily defeated by others, and even be completely powerless to resist.
At that moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.
Zhao Yuzhen couldn't help but reflect: if she had cultivated more diligently in the past, if she had already entered the Divine Travel Mystic Realm by now, could she have changed her current desperate situation? Could she have fought against these "immortals" from the Heavenly Realm?
Unfortunately, reality is cruel; there are no "what ifs," and there is no chance to start over.
"You may be very powerful in this mortal world, but in front of me," the man who knocked Zhao Yuzhen down smirked disdainfully, "you are nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating your own strength."
After saying this, he raised his long sword again.