Chapter 807: Someone Wants Your Life

"Is our Sect Master planning this far ahead?" Meng Jingzhou asked, astonished. "Could it be that Daoist Buyu's usual provocations were all for this battle today?"

Lu Yang said faintly, "No, I think Master's constant making of enemies is just his nature."

"That little thief Buyu has reached the Tribulation Transcendence stage?" A Heartless Cult cultivator in the Integration stage, positioned above Lu Yang, noticed the commotion from the City Lord's mansion. He clearly had a past conflict with Daoist Buyu.

"Still have the energy to pay attention to others?" Patriarch Jin's eyes were bloodshot. He fanned his demonic flames, opened his gaping maw, and swallowed the various ghost illusions summoned by his opponent, refining them into attached spirits within his belly for his own use.

The Qiongqi tribe is inherently a fighting race. Once they enter combat, they focus solely on their opponent, disregarding their surroundings.

According to Immortal Fairy's evaluation, this is called being "single-minded."

"Who will win?" The Innate Daoist nervously watched the sky above the City Lord's mansion. Even when he was in the Integration stage, he had rarely witnessed battles involving the Tribulation Transcendence stage.

He hadn't expected such a high-level battle to erupt after only a few days in prison.

Daoist Buyu's Prosperous Sword Path once again unfurled beneath his feet. Countless sword shadows emerged, radiating a terrifying killing intent. Streaks of sword light shot skyward, unpredictable and flowing like dragons and phoenixes.

The spirit sword unleashed dazzling sword energy, sharp and blinding, captivating to the soul. Su Moran's hair stood on end. Before even touching the sword energy, his body felt a searing pain, as if thousands of needles were pricking him.

He forcefully raised two giant axes, and behind him, countless illusory images of shattered mountains appeared — mountains that had been cleaved apart by his axes.

"Five Peaks Cleave!"

Successive illusory mountain images poured down with the two axes, as if the sky and earth were collapsing!

The people of Ye City trembled with fear. If this attack landed on Ye City, it would be instantly reduced to ruins, with no one left alive!

Daoist Buyu sat cross-legged on one leg, using his sword as a zither. He plucked the sword and sang. His song was bold and stirring, and thousands of swords rang out in unison. Sword energy surged into the sky, stirring heaven and earth, shattering the illusory mountain images!

Lu Yang suddenly remembered that his third senior sister had said she was skilled in music, having learned it from their Master.

"I hereby set a rule: you are not allowed to speak the names of your techniques." Daoist Buyu, for the first time as a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, established a temporary rule.

Su Moran swung his twin axes, about to shout out a technique, but Daoist Buyu's rule suffocated him almost to death.

Daoist Buyu's rule was very specific, making its binding power immense. Furthermore, Su Moran had previously laid down two rules to seal Ye City, leaving him with no power to defy Daoist Buyu on the rule-level.

"Don't go around shouting out your techniques during battle; it's bad for your throat. One Sword Transforms into Ten Thousand Swords!"

Tens of thousands of illusory spirit swords flew out from the Prosperous Sword Path, resonating with each other. Their sword lights merged, forming a three-foot divine sword.

"This is Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin!" Daoist Buyu provoked him repeatedly. Even after Su Moran silently recited the 'Heart Calming Mantra' a hundred times, it was useless; he finally erupted in fury.

It was bad enough that he couldn't shout out his techniques, but Daoist Buyu could, and even intentionally misnamed them!

"Are you getting old and slow-witted? Why do you believe whatever I shout out?" Daoist Buyu looked at Su Moran with disdain. "With this level, you're a Deputy Cult Master?"

Suddenly, the three-foot divine sword, formed by ten thousand converging swords, exploded just as it was about to pierce Su Moran, transforming back into countless individual swords. Su Moran was caught off guard, his body riddled with sword holes. "I already said this was 'One Sword Transforms into Ten Thousand Swords.' Why didn't you defend against it?" Daoist Buyu chuckled, his eyes full of mockery.

Watching from afar, Lu Yang silently thought, "Master, these techniques of yours... surely aren't from the experiences Grandmaster and Master Jiesha taught you, are they?"

For over a thousand years, Su Moran had constantly monitored Daoist Buyu's movements and fighting style. However, Daoist Buyu's combat style was endlessly varied, impossible to master or counter simply through observation!

The battle rapidly intensified. Sword light and axe shadows intertwined, and the air crackled with sparks of fierce combat.

Daoist Buyu's figure was as nimble as a ghost. His long sword created countless sword shadows, evolving from complex to simple, then simple to complex, with endless variations in his techniques. Su Moran's twin axes were heavy and powerful, swinging like the wind, capable of both offense and defense, impenetrable.

Watching from the sidelines, Wu Lei dared not intervene in a battle of this caliber. With his cultivation, even taking a single blow would mean certain death or severe injury!

Suddenly, Daoist Buyu found an opening. With a flick of his sword tip, the crossed twin axes were cleverly forced apart, revealing Su Moran's vulnerable chest.

"Not good!" Su Moran thought, realizing his predicament. He wanted to re-establish a defensive stance, but this opening had been forced by Daoist Buyu step by step during his attack. Daoist Buyu had anticipated this moment and had been charging another technique for a long time; he wouldn't give Su Moran a chance to react!

"Sword Cleaves the Heavenly Gate!"

The sharp sword struck down like a bolt of silk, shaking the sky with boundless killing intent, directed at Su Moran!

When he performed this technique in the late Integration stage, it could force Dawn Venerable, a mid-Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, to evade the attack. Now that he had advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence stage, this strike's power far surpassed its former might!

As the Heavenly Gate opened, ten thousand feet of sword energy like white silk engulfed Su Moran. Su Moran suddenly reappeared in another location. The Substitute Death Talisman on his chest instantly burned away, signifying that he had just died once.

"Sword Cleaves the Heavenly Gate!"

Daoist Buyu strode forward, without hesitation, launching another sword strike at Su Moran, who had just narrowly escaped death.

The sky trembled as the sharp edge was fully revealed, shining like a brilliant rainbow, slicing towards Su Moran!

This time, Su Moran had no Substitute Death Talisman left. The sword struck true, splitting his body in half!

Su Moran activated a profound cultivation technique, burning his vital essence to heal his body. Although his body healed, his primordial energy was severely damaged, and a very distinct line was still visible down the center of his body.

He desperately tried to escape Ye City. *Bang!*

He crashed head-first into an invisible wall around Ye City. He himself had once established the rule that no one was allowed to leave Ye City.

"No one" included himself.

Just as he was about to revoke this rule, he heard Daoist Buyu's voice from behind him: "You are not allowed to leave Ye City."

Since Su Moran had established two rules, Daoist Buyu gained the authority to establish two rules. His second rule had been held in reserve, waiting for this very moment!

Su Moran still wanted to say something, but Daoist Buyu paid him no heed. With a single sword strike, he pierced Su Moran's spiritual consciousness, then stepped on his body and descended from the sky, slamming him heavily onto the ground.

"Wait! Spare my life! We can go to Monster City and have Supreme Zhu Tian use his Dao Fruit form to turn me into your slave!" Su Moran shouted frantically.

Daoist Buyu bared two rows of pristine white teeth, which looked particularly terrifying in the darkness.

He gently shook his head: "I'm afraid I've taken a commission. Someone wants you dead."

"Who... who is it? I can give you double—no, triple the compensation!"

Daoist Buyu smiled, a very cold smile: "Over a thousand years ago, I led the Wen Dao Sect and the imperial court to eradicate your Heartless Cult's strongholds. We rescued many people—men and women, old and young—many of whom had been tortured beyond recognition by your cult."

"They cried when they saw me, begging me to kill every last one of your Heartless Cult members."

"So, Grand Cult Master Su, what compensation do you propose to make those people forget their hatred for your Heartless Cult?"