Wu Ji did not actually want to confront Ye Longlin, as he knew very well that he was no match for him.
He was not a genius martial artist. It was only because of his ambition and the fact that his family was well-off at the time that he decided to establish the Martial Arts Association. After founding it, he realized he had overestimated himself and had no time for cultivation. As a result, his cultivation had remained at the High Grade Dragon Elephant realm for years, without breaking through.
After Wu Ji finished speaking, a voice suddenly echoed. A figure shot up from the ground, standing in front of Ye Longlin.
"A veteran soldier of the Dragon Pavilion, under the command of the current Dragon Lord, one of the Four Vajras, Azure Dragon!"
Ye Longlin's expression stiffened, and his face darkened. "What are you doing here? Go back!"
This matter had nothing to do with him, and he naturally didn't want him to get involved.
This matter had far-reaching implications, and besides, it was his own affair. He didn't want Azure Dragon to perish here because of it.
Ye Longlin was silent for a moment. "More people will be entering. You go down and guard the road. You are not needed here."
Azure Dragon shook his head slightly. "Boss, I came with the intention of facing death."
Ye Longlin said, "Get lost!"
Sensing the change in Ye Longlin's tone, Azure Dragon gritted his teeth and finally landed on the ground, staring at the sky without a word.
"I don't like all this fanfare. It's you and me, one battle."
Wu Ji's mouth twitched, and then he sighed. "Fine, we'll have to fight eventually anyway."
On the ground, a middle-aged man in a traditional Chinese jacket walked around the lake. As he was about to cross a small bridge, a man walked towards him.
Mu Ye carried two swords on his back, one green and one red.
"Since you've come, don't even think about leaving. Today, Sheng Long Lake will be your burial ground, Ye Longlin."
However, after he finished speaking, Mu Ye was already standing on the bridge.
"Ye Yingrou."
Ye Yingrou, an effeminate member of the Ye family, was one of the main forces who pursued Ye Guohui back then.
Ye Yingrou let out a sinister laugh, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes. He sneered, "Murong Beiye?! You're not dead? But it doesn't matter, you'll die here today."
Mu Ye smiled slightly. "Since that's the case, you'll have to get past me first. Let's see if you have the ability to send me to hell!"
At the same time, a monk with a grizzled beard, wearing a kasaya, sat cross-legged in the Clear Water Pavilion, his hands clasped together, chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The monk had a kind and benevolent face, showing no aggression.
However, an old man in front of him sneered, "Among everyone in this area, you old monk has the lowest cultivation. I'll make an example of you today, and let them remember my name, Li Gang!"
Jikong stood up. "Amitabha, this path is blocked. Please take another route, benefactor."
On the small path on the surface of Sheng Long Lake, three people arrived together.
In the center, Master Chen placed three cups of tea on the walkway.
His eyes did not focus on anyone. Even as the three passed him, no aura emanated from him.
However, after the three passed him, their faces suddenly turned pale, and a sense of existential dread emerged from their hearts. They then quickly turned back and left the path.
Chen Fuzi felt a bit bored. He reached out, dispelled the dark clouds, and began to enjoy the sunshine.
"With such a bright sun, drinking tea and basking in the sun, this is what life is like for the elderly."
Not far from Chen Fuzi, Azure Dragon, holding a battle saber, revealed his killing intent.
"Either get lost or die!"
...
In the sky.
Wu Ji finally made his move.
This top-tier battle had finally begun, making their wait of so many days worthwhile.
Wu Ji took a step forward, and behind him, a dark blue giant elephant let out a heaven-shattering roar. Its giant hooves seemed capable of crushing everything. It stomped its front hooves, and the water in Sheng Long Lake instantly surged upwards, creating two water pillars.
Taking advantage of this, Wu Ji drew his long sword and forcefully cleaved through the water pillars. The sword's light was as cold as nineteen provinces.
Ye Longlin pursed his lips and gently raised his hand. The water level of Sheng Long Lake began to drop at a visible rate. The lake water formed a water wall in his hands, rising from the ground.
The sword strike landed in the flowing water, but strangely, a powerful suction force came from the water, forcing Wu Ji to abandon his weapon and punch the water wall.
"Boom!"
The water wall vibrated violently but still did not break open.
Wu Ji took a deep breath, clenched his fist again, and luminescence flowed around his fist.
With this punch, he finally broke open a path leading to the sky, and countless streams of water fell back into the lake.
Ye Longlin had not moved at all. In contrast, Wu Ji had lost his weapon, the disparity between them evident.
"You are not qualified."
With that, he snapped his fingers. Drops of water appeared, transforming into spears that gathered behind Ye Longlin. The sight of countless spears and lances shocked many, and they felt a deep fear towards the martial arts titan Ye Longlin.
This kind of technique was almost divine!
Wu Ji swallowed. Before the fight, he had considered Ye Longlin his lifelong rival, but when they actually fought, he realized something.
His opponent had never truly fought him head-on. Even this maneuver was merely a casual move.
He truly couldn't gauge Ye Longlin's cultivation level through his own attempts.
"Swish swish swish—"
Countless spears descended towards Wu Ji. The dragon elephant behind Wu Ji roared towards the sky. The two awe-inspiring manifestations were shattered layer by layer by this move.
"Pfft—"
The clear sky was stained with blood, and Wu Ji flew backward, crashing into a mountain peak, smashing through it.
"..."
What the hell... The president of the Martial Arts Association could only be beaten by the Dragon Lord?
"Damn it! Wu Ji, you useless piece of trash! If you don't go all out, I'll kill your wife and children!"
A voice suddenly erupted from the arena. Zheng Jie roared, a long saber floating above the necks of a woman and a young man.
"Zheng Jie! You animal!"
The Zheng family was also one of the interest groups behind the Martial Arts Association!
And Zheng Jie was also a direct descendant of the Zheng family, as well as their hope. At a young age, he was already a Martial King, but his temperament was too unpredictable.
"Pfft—"
Zheng Jie let out a sinister laugh, and the saber cut across the woman's neck, pushing her into the lake. Blood spread out.
"I'll kill you!"
Wu Ji's eyes immediately turned blood red, an expression of immense anger appearing in his gaze. He ignored Ye Longlin and rushed towards the sky.
"Uh..."
This scene stunned everyone present. No one had reacted to what was happening.
However, some people from the capital reacted.
"There have long been rumors that Wu Ji is now just a puppet. It seems that this is true, and Wu Ji is backed by these families."
"So, today's battle was inherently unfair?"