Chapter 608: I, Xu Xiaoshou, Threaten Gou Wuyue

“Attracted attention, Passive Points, 782.”“Suspected, Passive Points, 624.”

Everyone in the audience was completely dumbfounded. Not a single person could have imagined the young man would utter such outrageous words while being stared at by everyone.

The most important thing was, this guy was a Saint Slave! Look at the two men beside him, their faces aghast. Were they… Oh, was this their first time witnessing such a situation too? Why did they seem so surprised?

"Is this really a Saint Slave?" the white-robed figures exchanged glances. It wasn't their fault for eavesdropping. The truth was, Senior Wuyue choosing to speak with this young man first, leaving several powerful figures waiting, was already an extremely attention-grabbing event.

And now, even Gou Wuyue himself seemed to be encountering this situation for the first time… Xu Xiaoshou’s words seemed a bit too sharp. Gou Wuyue tightened his grip on his sword hilt.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He pondered repeatedly, then opened his mouth… and closed it again. Then, under the young man's inquisitive gaze, he suppressed his wildly twitching eyebrow, his voice a little strange: "Are you serious?"

"Mmm-hmm," Xu Xiaoshou hummed nasally.

“Admired, Passive Points, 421.”“Respected, Passive Points, 669.”“Worshipped, Passive Points, 342.”

The white-robed figures collectively went wild. "Mmm-hmm?" "Holy cow, this kid's crazy! He used 'mmm-hmm'? He used 'mmm-hmm' when speaking to Senior Wuyue?" "Even if the King of Heaven himself collapsed in front of me today, I, Old Sun, would never bend over to help him up. But today, I truly bow to this guy!" "Mmm-hmm… how confident is he?!" "He's clearly so ordinary, just a young man, but… how can he be so confident to say something like that, and with an innocent face, expect Senior Wuyue to agree to his outrageous demand?" "When the snipe and clam fight, he'll go with whoever wins?" "Holy cow, that's amazing!"

The scene was utterly silent. Yet, under the frantic telepathic communication of the white-robed figures, the space itself subtly rippled.

Everyone stared at the naive and adorable young man. It was hard to imagine how well-protected he must have been by his elders, a true hothouse flower, to maintain such childlike innocence at this age and speak such tender words. It was… so incredibly naive it seemed water could be squeezed out, simply making one's hands itch to crush him on the spot!

Gou Wuyue took a deep breath. He recalled the outrageous maneuver Wen Ming had pulled on Shouye in the ancient text space. At the time, he hadn't understood why Shouye was pushed to such a state by a mere young man, but now, putting himself in their shoes, he understood.

"You know who I am, right?" Gou Wuyue let out a wry laugh. He felt relieved, and let go. He felt as if he was seeing his childhood self.

"Of course!" Xu Xiaoshou nodded earnestly. "Didn't I just say so… hmm?" As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered under his breath, "So you're that kind of Sword Immortal Wuyue…" Then, bowing deeply, Xu Xiaoshou straightened his back and loudly exclaimed, "Aren't you the legendary figure who managed to make Saint Slave number two flee in panic, and chased Saint Slave number seven…"

Everyone immediately stumbled, almost collapsing to their knees. Gou Wuyue's old face instantly turned crimson. "Stop!" he bellowed, his voice several times louder than the young man's, suppressing the torrent of gushing flattery. His sword-holding hand trembled slightly.

With just one encounter, his lifelong reputation, Gou Wuyue's, was almost ruined, nearly portraying him as someone who loved flattery! Who could stand this?

"Since you know who I am, how dare you joke with me?" Gou Wuyue's expression turned serious, his eyes dark and unpredictable, already filled with a chilling sword intent.

"I'm not joking, I'm serious." Xu Xiaoshou nodded. "I have something on you, Sword Immortal Wuyue."

Something on him…On him…

“Suspected, Passive Points, 733.”“Respected, Passive Points, 666.”

Not only were the white-robed figures stunned, but even the storyteller on the side, who had been itching to drag that embarrassing spectacle away, stopped in his tracks. He exchanged glances with Cen Qiaofu. The latter, with a unconscious person on his back, looked utterly bewildered, as if asking, "Has this kid always been like this?" The storyteller's eyes replied, "How would I know? You'd be better off asking the one on your back!"

"Something on me?" Gou Wuyue whispered, suddenly raising his famous sword horizontally. He said coldly, "You can choose to speak, but if this doesn't constitute your so-called 'leverage,' I will draw my sword. Understand?"

A chill immediately ran down Xu Xiaoshou’s spine. "Like hell I understand! You're insane! Would I dare speak to you like this without something on you? But if I have something on you, you'd still act? If you're going to do that…" "Then I choose not to speak." With a flash, Xu Xiaoshou darted behind the storyteller. After a glance at the red figure in front, he silently moved his feet and went behind Cen Qiaofu. Then, he peeked his head out from behind the masked person's shoulder: "You said I could choose."

A vein throbbed on Gou Wuyue's forehead.

“Gazed at with anger, Passive Points, 1.”

A sudden rustling began among the white-robed crowd. Various subtle movements were about to appear, but they abruptly noticed the overwhelming sword intent had descended, instantly making them solemn and rigid, turning them into white-robed statues, standing perfectly straight.

“Feared, Passive Points, 315.”

"Hahahaha…" Cen Qiaofu threw his head back and laughed. In the past, he hadn't understood why the Head Seat always treated this young man with special regard, but after this confrontation, he now felt how much he liked the kid hiding behind him.

"Speak!" Lowering his voice with a stern face, Cen Qiaofu coldly twirled his small axe and said disdainfully, "Gou Wuyue dares to 'draw his sword,' but he can't 'eradicate'! Even if the sky falls today, I'll hold it up for you!" Having said that, he turned his head. Cen Qiaofu's gaze burned: "Xiao Shituanji, understand?"

"Like hell I understand! I'm not a curse, what 'eradicate' are you talking about?!" Xu Xiaoshou secretly glanced at Gou Wuyue, trembling with fear. That was a Sword Immortal! Could his old bones really hold up?

Xu Xiaoshou dared not utter another word, feeling he had been too impulsive. In a gathering of such big shots, the best approach was to become invisible, not stand out and speak like this! Didn't he know how much trouble that mouth of his caused?

Xu Xiaoshou hunched his back even lower. But Cen Qiaofu grew even angrier. "Xiao Shituanji!" With his shout, the appreciation in his eyes turned into an oppressive aura. Xu Xiaoshou's body trembled, and he immediately flashed back behind the storyteller.

The storyteller slightly pulled open her high-slit red dress, revealing icy skin and jade bones, her face blooming with a spring-like cheerfulness. Xu Xiaoshou's heart twitched, and he immediately recoiled.

"What kind of people are these?!" he thought. "What kind of den have I stumbled into? Why do you all have to stare at me and talk first? Can't you just fight amongst yourselves?"

With Gou Wuyue's pressure in front and Cen Qiaofu's pressure beside him… One from the Divine Temple, one a Saint Slave… He was truly stuck between two formidable men!

Xu Xiaoshou had no choice but to back down. Why was Sword Immortal Wuyue inexplicably clinging to him? He retreated a few steps, putting distance between himself and these two major forces. After a moment of hesitation, he said weakly, "It's hard for me to deal with this if you keep doing this…"

After pondering for a moment, Xu Xiaoshou said with an inquisitive look, "How about this: I have something on you, but I won't say too much. I'll just say half, so I don't offend anyone?"

One breath.Two breaths.Three breaths.The scene remained silent for a full three breaths, then…

“Questioned, Passive Points, 741.”“Impressed, Passive Points, 666.”“Praised, Passive Points, 232.”“Revered, Passive Points, 418.”

After the initial stunned silence, the information bar suddenly began to scroll rapidly.

Then, these messages suddenly took a turn for the worse.

“Gazed at with anger, Passive Points, 2.”“Hostile, Passive Points, 2.”“Suppressed, Passive Points, 2.”“Ambushed, Passive Points, 1.”

"Holy cow!!!" Seeing the words "Ambushed," Xu Xiaoshou's little heart almost leaped out of his chest. "N-No! Hold your sword! Hold your sword!" he screamed, and without thinking, immediately cast his "Vanishing Art," then "One Step to Heaven," shedding his skin like a cicada to instantly escape his original position and move away swiftly.

"Whoosh!" "Boom!" A streak of sword qi shot out, but just as it neared, it was severed by Cen Qiaofu's axe.

The void rippled. Immediately, all around, it was as if a mirror had been shattered by sound waves, instantly tearing apart. Yet, before the space could completely break, it was guided by the overwhelming sword intent from all directions, transforming into countless void swords that perfectly stitched themselves back together, paving the space once more. The mirror of heaven and earth wished to shatter, but human power willed it not to. Human power stitched heaven and earth, and a sword domain was born.

"A sword domain… a realm!" Cen Qiaofu paused for only a moment before realizing that Gou Wuyue's domain had opened, and he roared.

At the same time, the storyteller raised her palm, and the golden light from her "Yin-Yang Life-Death Scroll" scattered. A single character danced, fluttering out, reflecting the entire world. "Wrong!" Divine summoning, heaven and earth returning to sound. In that instant, the rules of the Great Dao were forcefully disrupted, and space-time became dislocated and overlapped, like two clouds merging, indistinguishable from each other. Then the storyteller, with an orchid-like gesture of her fingers, lightly tapped the air. "Separate!"

All the white-robed figures felt their vision blur. The sword domain world Gou Wuyue had created seemed to have been displaced and moved away, disappearing. In its place was a brand new space. It was as if… everything had returned to the moment the four Saint Slaves had just stepped out of the spatial rift in the White Cave.

"What just happened?" Everyone felt their scalp tingle. Few could fully grasp the fierce clash that had occurred in that instant. But in that moment of Heavenly Dao disruption, everyone felt as if they had completely lost their defenses. If an enemy had chosen to attack at that moment…

"Hiss!" "Damn it!" "What exactly is this red-robed man's ability? After all this time, can't the research division give a precise definition?" "Every time it's like this, we wouldn't even know how we died!"

Some were terrified, while others remained calm and composed. "Don't worry, we still have Senior Wuyue holding the fort!"

On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou almost wet himself from fright. They made no sound at all, just went straight for the kill! Did they have to be so dramatic? He was just a baby, okay… He didn't even dare to dispel his vanishing state, making multiple spatial shifts, but at one point, he came to a halt as if hitting an invisible barrier.

"Just as expected…" Xu Xiaoshou's heart went cold. It was just like when he encountered the storyteller. He couldn't get out! But then again, the storyteller was already so strong. If the white-robed figures, with all their preparations, didn't banish the entire space, then Cen Qiaofu and the others probably wouldn't have been interested in listening to him blabbering nonsense anyway.

"But…" "To fight?" Xu Xiaoshou felt the suddenly oppressive atmosphere, then looked at Gou and Cen, whose eyes met, filled with killing intent. His legs felt weak!

"Hold on." He dispelled his vanishing state, reappearing from a very, very distant spot. Everyone in the field immediately turned their heads, all staring over.

“Suspected, Passive Points, 611.”“Conjectured, Passive Points, 499.”

"This guy…" "That's right, he just vanished directly? He didn't die? I thought he had been instantly annihilated." "Vanishing Art!" "If he's Wen Ming, it should be that Vanishing Art… and spatial movement. Good heavens, what's his background? So many divine abilities!" "It's already quite remarkable that he's still alive with this level of cultivation…"

"Xiao Shituanji…" Gou Wuyue turned his head to look at the young man, a look of realization flashing in his eyes. The miraculous Vanishing Art, and the spatial rules that shouldn't appear on a low-cultivation youth… No wonder this guy could toy with the storyteller in the White Cave! With this first round of testing, Gou Wuyue had obtained the answer he wanted.

He did not continue speaking. Instead, he brought his sword back with a flick of his wrist and slowly slid it into its scabbard. "Click."

“Ambushed, Passive Points, 1.”

"Damn it!" Xu Xiaoshou watched Gou Wuyue sheath his sword, thinking the matter was settled. He was deliberating his words, wondering how best to speak. Who would have thought that this was actually a move identical to his own "West Wind Withered Snow"… an enhanced version!

His body flickered, disappearing and reappearing. Xu Xiaoshou seemed unaffected. But relying on his powerful "Sword Mastery," he managed to find a tiny gap at the crucial moment, allowing the invisible sword qi to pass through his body. Indirect damage immunity!

"Rumble rumble rumble…" But from the distant sky behind him came a dull rumble. Xu Xiaoshou turned his head in horror and witnessed a scene he would never forget.

There, buried within the clouds, a shadowy mountain peak countless miles away, at this moment, looked as if a painter had added a bold, heavy stroke. A straight horizontal line cut across, and dust billowed like the uproar before a volcanic eruption. That mountain range was severed! From west to east, its boundaries were barely discernible to the naked eye, yet the mountain range, with this single sword strike, had simply shifted vertically… and was severed!

A single sword strike cut off a peak, its power piercing the heavens! "Oh my goodness…" "This, is a Sword Immortal?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt he had seen a god! How was this a human? This was an immortal! Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought he was dreaming, an extremely absurd, ridiculously hilarious daydream.

Indeed. That dream had truly happened, right before his eyes, countless miles away. A scene that should have been beyond reach was now shockingly vivid. One could only imagine how massive the commotion must have been at a place countless miles away. It must have been even more terrifying than a volcanic eruption!

"I…" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold back anymore. He felt if he didn't say something now, he truly wouldn't get another chance. But… he did have leverage. That leverage was Gou Wuyue's disciple, Lu Ke, who was still frozen in his elemental palace refrigerator. But now, did he dare to bring it out? Did he dare to say it?

Xu Xiaoshou's calves were trembling. He had witnessed the true Grand Void, the true power of a Sword Immortal. A true powerful figure who had no qualms about acting, as he wasn't suppressed by small-world spaces and was one of the creators of world rules himself. The destructive power of that sword strike had truly redefined the peak combat power in his worldview.

"I…" Xu Xiaoshou swallowed, but stuttered a second time. His fingers twitched a few times, and he felt his clothes could no longer contain the sweat under his armpits; something was dripping down.

Could he really take out the Lu Ke-shaped ice sculpture? Could he say it? Would these count as "leverage"? Would Gou Wuyue be afraid of threats?

With a heavy sigh, with mixed feelings, Xu Xiaoshou heavily closed his eyes. "God, where are you? Please come quickly and save me! I can kowtow! Help me—"