Muo Hua!

"He’s actually still alive, and still in Wuhou Hall!"

Inside the Barbarian God Hall, Liou Yunfeng cried out in disbelief.

"It’s actually him!"

Jian Chuan felt dazed, forced down his spit with difficulty, his face deathly pale!

By the time he made his name, this man had already vanished for years.

To outsiders, Muo Hua was long believed to have perished somewhere unknown.

No one expected he would still be alive!

Gu Jun’s brows knit tight, his expression turning significantly grave for the first time!

This man before him—even at his own peak, Gu Jun might not be able to handle him!

Of course, back in his prime, his greatest strength wasn’t cultivation, but Alchemy Skill!

"Master Gu Jun truly deserves to be the most outstanding Alchemy Dao master of the past millennia. Though a thousand years have passed, such means still make this old man admire you!" Muo Hua gazed at Gu Jun with a hearty smile, as if old friends had reunited.

Gu Jun narrowed his eyes, speaking softly: "If I were restored, perhaps I’d let you live another hundred years!"

As these words fell, Xue Shenjian and the others below all opened their eyes wide.

Xu Yi couldn’t help but swallow his spit.

Muo Hua is absolutely a top-level True Lord!

Another hundred years?

Hiss!

Yet Muo Hua remained unmoved, smiling blandly: "Lived long enough, already had my fill."

"Besides, at my level, living another hundred years isn’t so easily done!"

Gu Jun furrowed his brows.

Muo Hua naturally caught his drift!

Such words, clearly, were a refusal to compromise!

"Still the original terms, what does Master Gu Jun think?"

Muo Hua glanced at Xu Yang, smiling gently: "I guarantee not a soul inside here will be harmed!"

He pointed at the Barbarian God Hall!

As his words landed, the world fell into stillness!

Complete despair!

Muo Hua was simply too strong.

Even that withered aura alone oppressed everyone’s breaths.

His arrival was the final straw that broke the camel’s back!

Even Gu Jun felt his scalp crawling!

Purple Sun Heaven-Burning Fire, Purple Fire Celestial Prison Forbidden Land, and Burning Holy Fire Feather combined were barely a threat to Muo Hua!

Gu Jun showed a wry smile.

Suddenly, he stared curiously at Muo Hua: "You truly don’t know?"

Muo Hua paused, frowning: "What does Master Gu Jun mean by that?"

Seeing his expression, Gu Jun understood—Muo Hua really didn’t know.

He shook his head with a soft sigh, looking to Xu Yang: "Kid, your teacher is out of options, too."

Utterly helpless!

And now, everyone’s gazes focused on Xu Yang.

Muo Hua’s eyes showed admiration, then he sighed inaudibly: "Mr. Xu, your brilliance dazzles through the ages, what a pity!"

"But, joining my Wuhou Hall is not the end!"

"Other than being unable to leave, everything inside is much like the outside world."

"And, you could receive guidance from many powerful figures!"

The meaning within these words was far from ordinary.

Huangfu Qing’s face changed drastically; this wasn’t what he wanted—for Xu Yang to be pampered inside Wuhou Hall.

But facing Muo Hua, no matter how bold, Huangfu Qing dared not utter a word, only biting his teeth in resentment.

"Once he’s locked inside Wuhou Hall, he won’t be able to stir up the slightest wave!"

"Plenty of chances to get rid of him!"

"Sir, you really are a True Lord—your cheek is thicker than Wuhou Hall’s Hall Master!"

A cold, mocking laughter suddenly resounded across the land.

Huangfu Qing’s eyes rounded wide, almost unable to hold back his laughter.

Xu Yang, oh Xu Yang, you’re digging your own grave!

Daring to insult a True Lord?

The rest were dumbstruck.

"Xu Yang, you have some nerve!" Mr. Xue roared in rage.

Xu Yang remained unfazed, replying coldly: "Why, do the deed but afraid to be called out?"

"From start to finish, don’t you Wuhou Hall people know in your hearts what you’ve done?"

"A bunch of fame-chasing, hypocritical scoundrels!"

"Old fool, you say you’ve lived enough? You’re joking."

Xu Yang threw his head back in laughter, glaring mercilessly at Muo Hua: "If you’ve really had enough, why still cling to Wuhou Hall? Ready for the grave, yet you’re eager to come out and make waves?"

"Nice words, but if it came to dying, you’d balk a hundred times over!"

Muo Hua’s face went iron with rage.

The dreadful aura swirling in the void was churning restlessly.

As if Xu Yang’s words had pierced his heart.

The turbulent aura made even the Barbarian God Hall tremble—everyone was instantly cowed into silence!

In their hearts, their shock at Xu Yang was unmatched!

Utter madness.

Far more horrifying than the previous curses hurled at Mr. Xue!

Only Huangfu Qing could hardly contain his excitement!

The harsher Xu Yang cursed, the more miserable he’d die!

He was eager for Xu Yang to curse harder!

"No wonder he’s the son of King Beixuan."

Muo Hua, enraged, laughed coldly, but his gaze was ice itself.

"But once you’re inside Wuhou Hall, you’ll be docile enough!" His tone sharpened abruptly, coldly laughing as he raised his withered, skeletal palm!

In that instant, the world froze!

Only that solitary palm floated up, calm and indifferent!

Like an ordinary old man waving his hand.

Whoosh!

Tens of thousands of miles of void broke apart in utter silence!

The full terror of the Purple Fire Celestial Prison Forbidden Land was instantly suppressed!

Countless giant beasts crouched, shivering with fear!

Even the blazing, purple-red Burning Holy Fire Feather suspended in midair shook like a sieve, its layers of purple and crimson Spirit Fire crumbling at visible speed beneath that palm!

Even if it erupted, it stood no chance against Muo Hua!

Crack!

The surface radiance of the Barbarian God Hall shattered into fragments!

This was just residual power!

Through the walls, all inside collapsed to the floor in despair!

Xu Yang felt himself completely imprisoned, dreadful shackles like endless chains binding him body and soul!

Even the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod struggled to resist!

Muo Hua was simply too strong.

Xu Yang bit hard down on his lip, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, yet he glared at Muo Hua unflinching, even as his consciousness grew heavy!

Swoosh!

A silhouette suddenly shielded Xu Yang.

Dazed, Xu Yang trembled.

"Teacher..."

Gu Jun turned his back to Xu Yang, facing Muo Hua with calm: "You are strong, yes. But if I risk this remnant soul, what then?"

At these words, shock rippled through the crowd!

Mr. Xue gulped, instinctively retreating two steps!

The withered palm froze mid-air.

Muo Hua scowled: "Master Gu Jun, why go so far?"

"A thousand years have passed, hope will come. Once in Wuhou Hall, only faster!"

Gu Jun shook his head faintly: "You don’t understand!"

"I was caged for a thousand years, just barely escaped!"

"If I’m trapped again, I’d rather die!"

"This boy is my disciple—thanks to him I broke free, without him I’d never recover my peak!"

"Even you could not do it!"

"If I die using up this remnant soul, it’s at least repayment for the boy!"

As his words fell, Muo Hua went silent, his aged face twitching gently.

Dare he gamble?

Truth be told, he didn’t dare!

If Gu Jun really risked everything for a last stand, the consequences would be catastrophic!

Even if this old frame survived, he’d be lucky to last a few days after.

He hadn’t lived enough yet!

As for Mr. Xue and the others...if they survived, that’d be a miracle!

Damn!

Muo Hua’s face turned dark as ink.

Brought out on purpose, yet forced into a stand-off!

"Teacher."

"It doesn’t have to come to this."

Xu Yang’s eyes reddened, shaking his head painfully.

Gu Jun turned to Xu Yang with a smile: "Child, does your master not know you?"

"If you refuse to accept your identity, don’t force yourself!"

Identity?

Identity offered once again?

In that instant, all present—including Muo Hua—looked suspiciously at Gu Jun and Xu Yang.

Who didn’t know Xu Yang was King Beixuan’s son?

What other identity could there be?

"Attack. I will handle Gu Jun!"

"Think you can threaten me with desperate acts? Hmph!"

Muo Hua snorted coldly, murderous intent flooding the world.

Rumble!

He vanished like a phantom into the world, pressing down the void in its entirety.

Terrifying giant dragons surged forth from the void, baring their fangs, roaring fiercely—the thick dragon chains sealing the sky and earth!

"Immemorial Void Dragon Seal—Suppress!"

Muo Hua appeared atop the host of dragons, wielding an ancient dragon-shaped seal, roaring with authority.

Boom!

The Dragon Seal blasted out thunderous dragon roars, instantly spawning ten thousand dragon shadows that fused into the countless dragons below, casting a net over Gu Jun.

Crack!

The Fire Feather shattered, riddled with fissures!

Jian Chuan coughed blood, falling in utter defeat!

Against such force, he lacked the strength to resist.

Gu Jun spun around, facing this dreadful enclosure, his eyes bare of any hesitation!

"Stop!"

Xu Yang bit his lip till it bled, roaring madly!

"You all have some nerve!"

A thunderous, furious roar drowned out all fluctuations in the air, like a bolt of thunder exploding in every ear!

Dragons across the sky, as though struck by lightning, all shattered instantly!

Muo Hua’s form flickered, blood at his lips, the Dragon Seal in his hand dimming out entirely!

"Who?"

He stared, aghast, his mind plunging into silence!