Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 121 The Pledge of Allegiance

Wen Tianren was very unhappy that Qingfeng had found his weakness, but he had no other choice.

The ability to break free from the control of the Six Paths Supreme Saint was the most attractive condition for him.

If what the other party said is true, and Qingyang Sect has indeed produced a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, then he will have a chance to escape the clutches of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

"go!"

Wen Tianren summoned the Purple Cloud Banner again, using purple mist to cover the surrounding area.

The group of cultivators watching from a distance were completely bewildered.

Wasn't Young Master Wen defeated? Why is he still fighting?

The Core Formation cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths were also puzzled, not understanding why Young Master Wen would continue fighting with that ferocious, burly man.

Within the purple mist, Wen Tianren made copies of both the "Six Extremes True Demon Art" and the "Phoenix Cultivation Art" that he possessed.

"The Phoenix's Resolute Will is a Nascent Soul level cultivation technique, which I don't have on hand right now. However, I can go back and ask for it."

I'll give it to you when I go to Kuixing Island in three months.

Wen Tianren threw the copied martial arts manual to the burly man Qingfeng had transformed into.

"Alright, Young Master Wen is indeed a straightforward person. Then I promise that in three months, I will find the hidden backdoor in the Six Extremes True Demon Art and help you find a way to remove the restrictions on your body."

Qingfeng put the jade slip containing the copied cultivation technique into his storage bag and promised to repay him.

"snort."

Wen Tianren snorted coldly. His arm had been dislocated by Qingfeng, so he naturally didn't have a good expression.

"Young Master Wen, could you expand your purple mist a bit more? It would be best if it could envelop those four Core Formation cultivators."

Qingfeng continued.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?"

Wen Tianren sensed the murderous aura emanating from Qingfeng.

"It's nothing. I'm going to kill these four Core Formation cultivators, and then you can defeat me. That way, it'll be easier for you to go back and report."

A long sword appeared in Qingfeng's hand; it was his natal magic weapon—the Golden Thunder Fire Sword.

The moment the longsword appeared, Wen Tianren's eyes widened instantly.

"You are Qingfeng, the young master of the Qingyang Sect!"

Shh, don't make a sound.

Qingfeng held a sword in his right hand, placed his left hand near his mouth, and raised his index finger.

Wen Tianren then realized that he had not lost to some unknown expert, but to that "spoiled brat" from the Qingyang Sect.

"Hehe, you've really kept it well hidden."

Decades ago, Wen Tianren witnessed the battle for the island lord in Tianxing City and saw Qingfeng's methods.

At that time, he thought Qingfeng was inferior to him, but as Kuixing Island developed, he gradually discovered that this young master of Qingyang Sect had some governing ability.

But he never expected that the opponent would be so strong.

Wen Tianren narrowed his eyes, and the purple mist of the Purple Cloud Banner instantly expanded, directly enveloping the four Core Formation cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths.

Before the four Core Formation cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths could react, their vision was already filled with a purple haze.

"Young Master Wen! What are you doing!"

The cultivator surnamed Zhang from Night Dragon Island was the first to cry out in alarm, his voice tinged with panic.

The Feng Huo Zhenren of Yuan Gui Island had a gloomy expression. He had already lit up the fire cauldron in his hand, and the flames were faintly visible in the purple mist.

Dong Muzi of Tianji Sect frowned, while Lu Tuo Zhenren of Sanxian Sect held an ancient longsword and warily looked around.

The four were filled with doubt and surprise. They never expected that they, who were just watching and helping out, would be dragged into this.

"That burly man is quite troublesome. I would like to ask a few of you to help me stall him for a while, so that I can use the Six Extremes True Demon Art to capture him."

From the depths of the purple mist, Wen Tianren's voice rang out.

"you……"

Just as the cultivator surnamed Zhang from Night Dragon Island was about to say something, he felt a deadly crisis coming from behind him.

He turned around abruptly and saw a golden sword light pierce through the purple mist, heading straight for him.

Lightning crackled around the sword light, the very same exorcising divine lightning that countered the demonic path!

The cultivator surnamed Zhang's pupils constricted as he recognized the swordsman as the burly man who had fought with Wen Tianren earlier.

At this moment, the burly man's figure changed slightly, becoming much smaller.

The evil-repelling divine thunder suddenly erupted from the Golden Thunder Fire Sword in his hand.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream.

In a single exchange, the Zhang-surname cultivator from Night Dragon Island was beheaded with a single sword strike.

What was that sound?

In another part of the purple mist, Dong Muzi heard the scream and her heart tightened.

"It sounds like the voice of that fellow Daoist Zhang from Night Dragon Island..."

Master Lu Tuo's expression was solemn.

They didn't know what was happening; the purple mist blocked their divine senses, and they could only judge by sound.

"Wen Tianren! Hurry up!"

Master Feng Huo shouted sharply, pushing the fire cauldron in his hand to its limit. The cauldron spewed out scorching flames, engulfing his entire body.

He already sensed that something was wrong.

The screams of that cultivator surnamed Zhang, and the sudden disappearance of his aura, clearly indicated that he was dead!

Just then, the purple mist surged once more.

A figure emerged from the mist.

Feng Huo Zhenren recognized the newcomer; it was not Wen Tianren, but the burly man.

"Huh? This sword...you're the young master of the Qingyang Sect?!"

Master Feng Huo stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"The Fire Cauldron magic weapon you have is quite good; I'll take it."

A smile appeared on Qingfeng's lips.

Before he finished speaking, he slashed out again with his Golden Thunder Fire Sword.

Master Feng Huo's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly while activating the fire cauldron.

"clang!"

The Golden Thunder Fire Sword struck the cauldron, sending sparks flying.

Master Feng Huo let out a muffled groan, his blood surging from the shock, but he ultimately managed to block the sword.

He was overjoyed; the fire cauldron could block the opponent's attack!

However, the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Qingfeng sheathed his sword and made a move with his right hand.

A massive warhammer appeared in his hand—the Three Emperors Prison Suppressing Hammer.

The hammer is jet black, with ancient runes engraved on it.

"this……"

Feng Huo Zhenren's pupils suddenly contracted.

"boom!"

The first hammer blow landed.

The cauldron trembled violently, and the True Man of Beacon Fire inside bled from all seven orifices, as if his internal organs had been shattered.

"boom!"

The second hammer blow... the third hammer blow...

After a dozen or so blows, Feng Huo Zhenren's voice abruptly stopped.

On the other side of the purple mist.

Dong Muzi and Master Lu Tuo stood back to back, their expressions extremely solemn.

Purple mist surged.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen."

Qingfeng carried the Golden Thunder Fire Sword, the blade still stained with blood.

"You...you are..."

"what!"

The screams rang out, but quickly subsided.

After Qingfeng killed the four Core Formation cultivators, he put their storage bags and magic treasures into his own pocket.

Wen Tianren, who was controlling the purple mist, was also shocked when he saw the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder.

"A flying sword magic weapon crafted from Golden Thunder Bamboo!"

He hadn't expected his opponent to have such a trump card, and the opponent's cultivation level was actually at the peak of the late Core Formation stage, even stronger than his own.

"Young Master Wen, why haven't you used the Six Extremes True Demon Art yet?"

Qingfeng urged.

"I don't need you to urge me!"

Wen Tianren made hand seals and began to roar as he transformed.

He then summoned several demons, and had the one responsible for healing heal his arm.

After he used the Six Extremes True Demon Art, he withdrew the purple mist from the Purple Cloud Banner.

As the purple mist dissipated, the corpses of the remaining four Core Formation cultivators were exposed to the outside world.

"Those four Core Formation cultivators... are all dead!"

The onlookers, who were watching from a distance, gasped in shock after seeing what was happening.

"Ahem, Young Master Wen is indeed formidable. Let's call it a day for now, and settle this another day!"

The burly man that Qingfeng had transformed into clutched his chest, looking like he was seriously injured.

After he finished speaking, he turned into a streak of light and fled without looking back.

Wen Tianren was in his transformed state at this time, and he looked extremely powerful.

Seeing Qingfeng's clumsy acting, Wen Tianren raised his eyebrows and pointed in the direction Qingfeng had fled.

"Hmph! You defeated opponent, I will surely kill you next time to avenge my four fellow cultivators!"