Volume 1, Chapter 51: Three Slashes to Decide Your Fate!

"What do you mean? Naturally, I mean to join forces with Muyi."

Jun Wuxie grinned. "Right behind us is the ruin of the Four Seasons Sword Sect, and the only great opportunity within the Dragon Gate Battlefield. I know that wherever you people from the Great Qian Academy go, you always swallow everything whole, leaving nothing for anyone else."

"However, since I, Jun Wuxie, have come to the Dragon Gate Battlefield this time, I cannot possibly return empty-handed."

"Therefore, in order to get what I want, I am willing to join forces with Muyi."

This was Jun Wuxie's objective.

Every man for himself, and the earth will destroy those who are not.

As the most powerful evil faction in the Great Qian Dynasty, he was not afraid of offending the Great Qian Academy.

"Brother Mu, the two of us joining forces—after entering the ruin of the Four Seasons Sword Sect, we will split the opportunities evenly. How does that sound?"

Jun Wuxie was extremely clever.

He assumed that proposing an alliance at this moment was a divine grace bestowed upon Muyi.

He was certain Muyi would agree.

"Hhahahaha!"

Muyi suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

His gaze fell upon Jun Wuxie, brimming with contempt and disdain.

"Jun Wuxie, you are merely a wretch of the evil path, yet you actually want to form an alliance with me?"

"I wonder if your brain has broken down?"

"You may be willing to form an alliance, but I, Muyi, cannot afford to lose that kind of face."

Muyi's words instantly caused the previously smug expression of Jun Wuxie to change drastically.

"What did you say? Me forming an alliance with you is to save your life! Do you seriously think that relying on yourself alone, you can contend against the Three Kings of the Great Qian Academy?"

Jun Wuxie was utterly surprised.

He had taken advantage of a precarious situation to propose an alliance, believing that Muyi would never refuse.

Yet he never expected that Muyi's words would humiliate him in public, making him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"The Three Kings of the Great Qian Academy?"

A sneer filled Muyi's face. "They are nothing more than ants. Killing all three of them will take no effort at all."

"Furthermore, there is one more thing I must tell you. All the opportunities within the ruin of the Four Seasons Sword Sect behind us will be enjoyed exclusively by me, Muyi. No one else is allowed to take even a sip of the soup."

"If you are not convinced, come and fight!"

Such was the overbearing nature of Muyi!

"You're courting death!"

Jun Wuxie was thoroughly enraged!

His dignity had been trampled upon by Muyi.

If there were only the two of them here, perhaps he could have remained calm.

However, this place had gathered thousands of people from various major factions.

With so many eyes staring, Muyi refused to grant him even a shred of face and instead mocked him mercilessly.

This was truly intolerable!

"Netherworld Ghost Claw!"

He thrust out his five fingers, as if reaching down from the netherworld, shrouding Muyi's entire body.

"Overestimating your capabilities, actually daring to launch an attack against me! Very well, I shall eliminate you first!"

A piercing light flashed in Muyi's eyes.

His right arm moved like a blade, slashing down fiercely.

"First form of the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique, Flame Slash!"

With a single saber stroke, heaven and earth were incinerated.

"Ah!"

Jun Wuxie let out a miserable scream as he stumbled backward.

Half of his body was nearly charred.

At the same time, a massive saber gash appeared across his chest, blood gushing forth endlessly.

It was only because he had dodged quickly enough.

Otherwise, had he been even a fraction slower, his body would have been split into two by now.

"Hmph, it is only because I do not currently hold the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber in my hand; otherwise, with that single strike just now, you would have undoubtedly died."

Looking at the scene before him, a satisfied smile crept onto the corner of Muyi's mouth.

The strike just now was merely him testing his skills.

Using his arm in place of a saber for the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique, the power he had unleashed was already astonishing enough.

"This is... the sect-镇派 (鎮派) supreme technique of the Eight Desolations Sect, the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique!"

At this moment, it was not just Jun Wuxie.

Everyone watching the battle had witnessed the terrifying saber strike Muyi had just unleashed.

Especially the Three Kings of the Great Qian Academy.

Yue Jue, Fang Yiyu, and Yao Tiannan were all dumbfounded.

They finally understood why Muyi showed no trace of fear when facing the three of them, remaining completely calm instead.

"That's right. The saber technique I just displayed is indeed the supreme technique I obtained not long ago in the ruin of the Eight Desolations Sect."

Muyi smiled charmingly.

"What a pity, though. If the three of you had obtained it, this saber technique would likely surpass all the saber techniques of the Great Qian Academy."

Muyi did not forget to mock Yue Jue and the other two. "But unfortunately, this saber technique belongs to me alone, which destines you to a tragic fate."

"The Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique! Along with the Upper-grade Dao Artifact, the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber! Both have fallen into your hands. How hateful!"

Yue Jue, Fang Yiyu, and Yao Tiannan gritted their teeth, cursing the heavens and the earth, nearly driven mad.

Several hundred thousand years ago, the Eight Desolations Sect's overall strength had surpassed that of the Great Qian Academy.

And the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber along with its technique were the sect's foundational divine treasure and supreme skill.

Who wouldn't want them?

Yet now, all of this belonged exclusively to Muyi.

It was like adding wings to a tiger.

"Muyi! Hand over the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber and the saber technique, and the three of us might spare your life!"

Faced with this immense temptation, Yue Jue, Fang Yiyu, and Yao Tiannan had even forgotten their sect's mission in coming here.

Because the benefits right before their eyes were simply too massive!

They had even lost their proper reason and judgment.

"Hahahaha! I never expected that the Three Kings of the Great Qian Academy, usually so proud and lofty, would now disregard their sect's mission and offer to spare my life just for the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber and its technique?"

Muyi burst into wild laughter, as if he had heard a cosmic joke. "I just want to ask one thing: have the three of you lost your minds?"

"It is no longer a question of whether you will let me off; rather, it is I who will not let you off."

"No more words. Next, it is time to end the lives of you three."

Muyi's patience had been completely exhausted.

"I will join forces with you all to execute Muyi!"

Right at this moment, Jun Wuxie had already stepped to the side of Yue Jue, Fang Yiyu, and Yao Tiannan.

The humiliation Muyi had inflicted upon him had to be washed away with blood.

He no longer harbored any delusions about the opportunities within the Four Seasons Sword Sect.

As long as Muyi could be killed, he was willing to pay any price!

"Execute me? Utterly ignorant. Let's kill you first; I have always believed in finishing what I started."

Muyi took a step forward, instantly appearing right in front of Jun Wuxie.

"Second form of the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique, Frost Blade!"

Using his arm as a blade once more, Muyi slashed down fiercely.

Yet this time, there was no raging, burning fire; instead, there was a bone-chilling frost blade.

Frost and snow filled the skies!

"Ah!"

Everyone once again heard the miserable screech of Jun Wuxie.

As his body retreated violently, the other half of his body had completely frozen into frost.

His shoulder looked as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade, and one of his arms hung limply by his side, completely unable to be raised.

"What a terrifying saber technique..."

Yue Jue, Fang Yiyu, and Yao Tiannan were standing right beside Jun Wuxie.

Yet upon seeing Muyi's Frost Blade slash down, the three of them subconsciously retreated wildly, not daring to rescue Jun Wuxie at all.

"Three saber strikes determine your life and death. This is the final strike. If you can still withstand it, I will spare your life."

Muyi raised his arm once more.

Third form of the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique, Void Slash!

Abandoning obsessions, flowing with nature, a heart free of delusions, freedom from desires yields true strength.

This was the true killing move of the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber.

At this moment, Muyi transformed into a god of slaughter of heaven and earth—cold, ruthless, and devoid of love.

"No! Save me..."

When Jun Wuxie saw this saber strike, the divine light in his pupils scattered.

He let out a shrill, mournful cry.

No one went to save him.

And no one dared to save him.

Not even Yue Jue, Fang Yiyu, and Yao Tiannan.

These three could be considered Jun Wuxie's allies.

Yet when they saw Muyi's defying-the-heavens saber strike, their entire bodies turned ice-cold, and their feet could only step backward.

"Ah..."

With a single mournful wail, brilliant multicolored light mingled with blood, spraying across the earth.

Everyone watched as Jun Wuxie's body was split directly in two by Muyi's Void Slash.

And that was not all; the turbulent saber Qi churned, causing his two halves of flesh to instantly transform into a bloody mist, dissipating into the air above.

Not even a skeleton remained, leaving absolutely nothing behind in the end.

Such was the terrifying nature of the Eight Desolations Sect's foundational supreme technique, the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique.

What was most crucial was that Muyi wielded no physical blade in his hand, using merely his arm in its place. Yet this ferocious lethality was already enough to chill everyone to the bone and shake their very souls.

One had to remember that Muyi actually possessed the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber.

If he were to hold that Upper-grade Dao Artifact in hand while executing the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaying Saber Technique, just how terrifying would he become?

No one knew.

And no one wanted to find out.