The night grew deep, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.
The palace lanterns hanging in front of the Luoying Tower cast flickering and mottled shadows.
Not far away, the Daoist-robed old man stood with a smile, his tone gentle and polite.
But the contemptuous and humiliating words, when they reached Mu Xi and the others' ears, were like a thunderclap.
The intoxication from the wine completely dissipated, and their expressions turned serious.
"You go first."
Mu Xi took a deep breath, his energy gathering and ready to burst forth.
But the Daoist-robed old man smiled and said, "Since I have come, how can I let you escape?"
As he spoke, his right hand emerged from his sleeve, lightly pressing in the air.
Boom!
In the void, a black giant hand condensed, spanning dozens of yards, and appeared above Lu Changfeng's head, who was more than ten yards away.
Lu Changfeng was an elder of the Kongtong Academy, a Precelestial Martial Sage.
However, when faced with this strike, he was as feeble as a praying mantis. With a bang, he was directly suppressed and knelt on the ground, coughing up blood from his lips, unable to lift his head, which was firmly pressed to the ground.
This scene of devastation made Mu Xi and the others' faces change color. How formidable!
"I don't like to boast, but I have to say that making you kneel is no different from taking something out of my pocket."
The Daoist-robed old man's smile was warm.
However, that smile sent shivers down Mu Xi and the others' spines.
"Attack!"
Mu Xi made his move immediately, wielding his bronze halberd and launching a fierce attack.
With his current cultivation level, he was only one step away from the Immortal realm on land. Moreover, he had cultivated the secret techniques taught by Su Yi and possessed the assistance of the Qilin Blood Jade Pendant. His overall strength far surpassed those at the same level in the world.
But the Daoist-robed old man shook his head slightly and said, "Zhenyue Wang, as an intelligent person, how could you do something so futile?"
As he spoke, he flicked his finger.
Swish!
In the void, a black sword aura shot out from Lin Shuming's fingertips like a flying sword.
The sword aura twirled in the air and shot towards Mu Xi. The sharp sword energy made everyone feel a painful cut on their skin, even though there were over ten yards between them.
Bang!
Mu Xi's pupils contracted suddenly. In an instant, he fully activated his cultivation, forcefully swinging his bronze halberd to collide with the black sword aura.
However, in just a moment, he was sent flying, the bronze halberd slipped from his hand, and a muffled groan of pain escaped his lips as he fell several yards away.
A trace of astonishment appeared on his face.
How could this old guy be so powerful!?
Pu Yi and the others felt chills all over their bodies. With just a single finger, Zhenyue Wang Mu Xi was severely injured. How terrifying!
"Zhenyue Wang, you were once the top young genius of your generation, but now you have fallen to become a dog by Su Yi's side. It's truly pathetic," the Daoist-robed old man sighed.
As he spoke, he pressed his fingers in the air, one after another.
Boom! Boom!
Two black giant hands condensed in the void, pressing down respectively on Pu Yi and Jiang Tanyun. Both of them were powerless to resist and were easily suppressed and forced to kneel.
What was most surprising was that the Daoist-robed old man had a perfect grasp of his power. After forcing them to kneel, he did not harm them further.
Because his intention was to humiliate them.
If he truly wanted to kill his enemies, he could easily annihilate Mu Xi and the others with a snap of his fingers.
Near the Luoying Tower, pedestrians had long been frightened and fled in panic. Some important figures watched from a distance, and when they witnessed these scenes, they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment and their faces turned pale.
Too powerful!
The methods possessed by the Daoist-robed old man were completely overwhelming, effortlessly crushing his opponents.
"Zhenyue Wang, would you like to kneel by yourself, or shall I help you kneel?" The Daoist-robed old man looked at Mu Xi with a warm expression.
"I promise, even if I die today, I will not kneel!" Mu Xi wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth and stood up. His imposing figure exuded a terrifying aura.
"Is that so?" The Daoist-robed old man smiled faintly and raised his hand, pressing in the air.
Boom!
A black giant hand descended from above.
"Open!" Mu Xi roared, his anger reaching its peak. His arms were like a king shouldering a cauldron, and all his strength burned to the extreme.
Bang!
The black giant hand pressed down.
Mu Xi's figure swayed violently, and the ground beneath his feet couldn't withstand such force, collapsing and bursting with flying debris.
Surprisingly, Mu Xi managed to briefly withstand this terrifying oppressive force!
Even the Daoist-robed old man couldn't help but be surprised, saying, "I didn't expect that your path of cultivation, Zhenyue Wang, has already surpassed ordinary martial practitioners. You can truly be called a true cultivator. Unfortunately... it's still like an insect trying to stop a carriage."
He shook his head.
Boom!
That black giant hand glowed and pressed down forcefully.
Immediately, Mu Xi's figure was like a wooden stake, heavily pressed into the ground. Blood flowed from his seven apertures, and his body emitted a sound of bones and muscles being strained under immense pressure. His skin was covered in fine cracks, and crimson blood oozed out.
Everyone could see that Mu Xi was desperately holding on, willing to endure injuries rather than kneel in the most humiliating way.
Those scenes made the onlookers in the distance feel a touch of desolation. The renowned Zhenyue Wang, the peerless genius whose name resounded throughout the world, was he truly so powerless?
Who exactly was this Daoist-robed old man? How could he be so terrifying?
Boom!
In the end, although Mu Xi completely neutralized the power of the black giant hand, his entire body was embedded into the ground, with only his head exposed.
His lips were bleeding, his eyes filled with fury as he said, "Old man, I've said it. Unless I die, Mu Xi will never kneel to anyone in this lifetime!"
His hoarse and angry voice echoed through the night sky.
The Daoist-robed old man furrowed his brow slightly but then smiled and said, "Is that so? Then I will pull you out and force you to kneel."
As he spoke, his sleeves billowed, preparing to take action once again.
But at that moment—
Clang!
A faint sword chant sounded from a distance.
In an instant, a man dressed in coarse clothes with an imposing hat, riding a sword, appeared. His wide sleeves fluttered gracefully, resembling a celestial being.
"Fellow Daoist, with your cultivation, do you not find it disgraceful to bully the weak?" The man in coarse clothes had radiant eyes, sparkling like dazzling stars, as he fixed his gaze on the Daoist-robed old man.
"Master Yunlang?" The Daoist-robed old man was somewhat surprised. The person before him was Fu Yunlang, the most powerful elder of the Great Qin Eastern Hua Sword Sect, known as "Master Yunlang."
The onlookers in the distance also stirred, evidently recognizing the identity of the newcomer.
"Enough, my purpose for this visit has been achieved. I won't bother with insignificant ants like you anymore," the Daoist-robed old man said as he turned to leave.
From a distance, his warm and gentle voice echoed, "Tell Su Yi that today's events were to seek justice for the Fourth Madam of the Su Family and Young Master Su Boning. If he refuses to accept it, he doesn't have to wait until the fourth day of May. Tonight, he can come to Yujing City and I will accompany him to the end."
As his voice lingered, he transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the vast night.
The people present looked at each other in shock.
It was only at this moment that they realized the Daoist-robed old man's target was Su Yi!
"Who is this person, possessing such profound cultivation..."
Master Yunlang's expression became slightly solemn.
He was also at the pinnacle of the Transcendence Realm, even stronger than Yu Tianhong who had fallen at Su Yi's hands. However, when facing the Daoist-robed old man just now, he had felt tremendous pressure!
"Mu Gongzi, are you all right?"
At this moment, a graceful and slender figure hurriedly approached from a distance. Her facial features were exquisitely refined, as if they were chiseled by a knife and axe.
It was indeed Lan Suo.
Master Yunlang, he was her mentor.
She immediately helped Mu Xi up, her face filled with concern. "Where is Young Master Su? I'll take you to see him."
Mu Xi's bitter voice replied, "I don't even have the face to see Su Brother."
"It's already this late, stop saying such things and let's go."
Lan Suo glared at him, without further ado, she led Mu Xi and the others away.
If it weren't for her and her mentor wandering in the nearby area tonight and happening to sense the fluctuations of this battle, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Moreover, the Daoist-robed old man clearly came for Su Yi this time. It was only natural to let Su Yi know about it as soon as possible.
Song Feng Courtyard.
Su Yi lay in a wicker chair in the courtyard, drinking alone.
On one side, Qing Wan was busy peeling melon seeds with her head lowered. On the small white porcelain plate beside her, a thick layer of melon seeds had piled up.
Moonlight spilled down, casting a gentle and peaceful atmosphere.
Su Yi occasionally picked up a handful of melon seeds, enjoying them with the moonlight and wine. It was quite pleasant.
Qing Wan would occasionally steal a glance at Su Yi with her bright and watery eyes, quickly lowering her head as if feeling guilty.
Of course, Su Yi was well aware of her little actions, but he pretended not to notice.
After all, the girl was beautiful, lovely, and naive. Her stolen glances were delightful to behold.
However, when Lan Suo hurriedly arrived with Mu Xi and the others under the cover of night, Su Yi's relaxed and calm mood instantly dissipated.
His gaze swept over Mu Xi and the others one by one, and his brows gradually furrowed. A trace of coldness flickered in the depths of his profound eyes.
Su Yi didn't expect Su Hongli to play such a trick.
"Can't hold back anymore, or perhaps, trying to provoke me? Is it an opportunity for me to disregard everything and launch a full-scale attack on the Su Family?"
Su Yi pondered.
"Master Su, what should we do about this matter?" Lan Suo couldn't help but ask.
It was the first time she had met Su Yi in several days, but now there was no room for small talk.
Su Yi's expression remained calm as he replied, "On the fourth day of May, I will personally cut off that old man's head and restore the honor of the Zhenyue King and his group."
"You... aren't you angry at all right now?" Lan Suo was puzzled. She couldn't see any signs of anger in Su Yi.
"Girl, getting angry at this moment would only fall into the trap set by the enemy," Master Yunlang stepped forward and greeted Su Yi, "Fellow Daoist Su, I am Fu Yunlang from the Donghua Sword Sect."
Lan Suo quickly added, "Su Gongzi, this is my mentor. It was thanks to his timely intervention tonight that the old man retreated."
Su Yi didn't sit back in the wicker chair. He stood up and nodded, saying, "I am grateful for your righteous assistance tonight, Fellow Daoist. I, Su, will surely repay you in the future."
Master Yunlang waved his hand with a smile. "I have heard earlier that you saved Lan Suo's life. If we talk about repayment, it should be me repaying Fellow Daoist."
Su Yi didn't dwell on this matter and looked at Mu Xi and the others, instructing, "From today onwards, you will stay here with me."
Mu Xi and the others agreed.
After a brief stay, Master Yunlang and Lan Suo took their leave.
That night, news about the Daoist-robed old man forcing Zhenyue King Mu Xi and the others to kneel in front of the Luoying Tower, with the target directly aimed at Su Yi, spread throughout the city of Yujing, causing a great sensation.