Chapter 65: The Joyful Union Sect is All About Acting
“This… is this Spiritual Power?”
Zhao Wutian and the others breathed heavily, their breath quickening due to the overwhelming strength of this power, which was exceptionally strong, causing them to question it.
“It is indeed Spiritual Power!”
Mo Liushu quickly mobilized her energy to resist, but her three disciples were not so fortunate, feeling disoriented and nearly collapsing to the ground.
Fortunately, this force came swiftly and faded just as quickly, immediately enveloping the entire Imperial Capital.
To put on a show, one must perform the full set; Zhou Tong was all about the realism.
“I found it.”
A grin spread across his face, revealing an arrogant curvature.
“Just a few insignificant beings; watch as I take them down effortlessly!”
In the next moment, he vanished, soaring through the sky, dashing in a specific direction.
The others did not hesitate, all soaring into the air, closely following him.
“How fast!”
Mo Liushu looked at Zhou Tong’s departing figure, leading her three disciples while marveling.
“The Guest Senior is just matching our speed; otherwise, he would have left us behind long ago!” Zhao Wutian said disdainfully.
In less than fifteen minutes, the group crossed a large portion of the Imperial Capital, arriving at a more open area.
“Why stop?”
“The target is right here.”
“How can that be? I don’t sense anything.”
“Then just use your eyes to look.”
Zhou Tong raised his left hand, and the Sword Intent flowed in his palm.
He pressed down with one hand, flattening the building below.
In an instant, chaos erupted, and people fled in fear, but no one was harmed.
Amidst the rolling smoke and dust, four figures soared into view.
It was none other than Mu Ran Ya, Little Demoness, Long Lingyun, and… another “Zhou Tong”!
The two Zhou Tongs confronted each other from a distance, creating a bizarre spectacle in the eyes of others.
The real Zhou Tong looked at the impostor, even seeing a hint of playfulness and pride on the other’s face.
This Disguise Technique had reached an extraordinary level; without the powerful Spiritual Power of the real Zhou Tong, it would be impossible to detect.
“Who are you, and why are you impersonating my disciple?”
Mu Ran Ya shouted angrily, her expression perfectly controlled.
“The evildoers of the Joyful Union Sect, your doomsday has arrived!”
Mo Liushu appeared spirited and confident, developing a disdainful attitude towards Mu Ran Ya.
“So it’s you, this persistent ghost; I’ve already said, Zhou Tong is my disciple, and he will never return to your side!”
“As Master said, I will no longer forgive you!”
“Zhou Tong” leapt into Mu Ran Ya’s embrace, provoking jealousy in Tang Qi and Mo Liushu, while making Mu Ran Ya’s skin crawl, forcing her to suppress the urge to resort to violence.
“You won’t be allowed to do as you please!”
Mo Liushu emanated a powerful aura, ready to strike.
“You are all forbidden from attacking; these are my prey; let me handle this.”
Zhou Tong stepped forward, exuding an air of supremacy.
“Then it shall be left to you.”
Mo Liushu’s eyes flickered as she chose to retreat.
She could still understand something about a top-tier warrior’s mindset.
Such individuals were extremely conceited; if anyone dared to casually interfere in their battle, they would not only receive no gratitude but also invite retaliation.
“What a terrifying aura; who exactly are they?”
The commotion attracted countless onlookers, including many strong warriors above the Heaven-Cutting Realm, all casting grave looks.
“I see the Empress, the Grand Preceptor, and the Guest Senior; are they going to deal with that woman?”
Wherever she went, Mu Ran Ya was the absolute focal point; merely standing still could leave people awestruck.
At the same time, her momentum intensified; without a doubt, she was the strongest among this group.
“It’s the Guest Senior; he intends to take on that woman alone—could this be possible? The disparity between them is not ordinary!”
“Don’t underestimate the Guest Senior; he is definitely a concealed powerhouse; didn’t you see that move that obliterated a Heaven-Cutting Realm warrior?”
“Utterly ridiculous; Heaven-Cutting Realm is nothing before true power; I dare bet he’ll be reduced to a mess in less than three exchanges!”
Ignoring the spectators’ discussions, Mu Ran Ya took the initiative.
“How dare you impersonate my disciple? You will not leave here unscathed today.”
Before her words could settle, a rush of red dust spread out from her center, summoning the Red Dust Sea, covering three hundred miles and crushing the heavens above.
“What terrifying power!”
Qian Miaoyu clutched her arms, trembling uncontrollably.
She knew Mu Ran Ya was strong, but she hadn’t anticipated her strength to this extent.
In this domain, she hadn’t even been targeted yet and was nearly unable to hold on. If things escalated genuinely, even multiple Heaven-Cutting Realm warriors would be wiped out.
“Take this!”
Little Demoness and Long Lingyun also charged simultaneously; with the enhancement from the Red Dust Sea, their power surged, and they drew their dual swords, causing even Mo Liushu to retreat momentarily.
“Trivial skills.”
Zhou Tong, however, looked down upon them. Before countless eyes, he pressed a hand out.
“Breaking Ten Thousand Laws!”
With a deafening boom, the vast Red Dust Sea shattered into fragments, alongside the attacks of the three, turning into nothingness.
Silence fell, with only the sound of gasping breaths.
What had just transpired was deeply imprinted in everyone’s minds.
Zhou Tong merely waved his hand, a gentle motion dismantling the formidable energy.
What composure! What strength!
The power difference between both sides was completely on another level!
“How is this possible? Who exactly are you?”
Mu Ran Ya seemed to suffer a significant blow, continuing her dramatic display.
“Since you’ve made your move, it’s my turn now.”
As his words fell, a surge of thunderous power surrounded him, and the sky suddenly darkened with clouds.
Six Combinations Annihilation Sword!
He reached out, seizing lightning and aiming it forward.
“North, Divine Thunder as Prison!”
The lightning spear was launched, exploding in mid-air, transforming into a sea of thunder that struck Mu Ran Ya and her companions, leaving them paralyzed in shock; their powerful aura instantly plummeting, feeling utterly defenseless.
Mo Liushu by the side was dumbfounded; this was simply a technique of control and weakening. If she could master it, perhaps she could stand a chance against Mu Ran Ya.
“It’s time to end this.”
Zhou Tong said calmly, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers, sensing that something significant was about to happen.
Next, Qian Miaoyu collapsed in mid-air, and the nightmare scenario finally descended into reality.
“Heaven Moves Ten Thousand Forms!”
Zhou Tong waved his hand, causing the clouds to explode, revealing the clear sky.
Everyone looked up, and in an instant, they were all frozen.
In their pupils, a bright point came into view, getting closer and larger—it was a falling star that Zhou Tong had pulled down.
“I must be dreaming!” someone murmured, while many others were left speechless.
“Boom!”
The falling star struck its target, unleashing a terrifying shockwave.
After the impact, three figures plummeted from the sky, as if they had lost all will to resist.
“Master!!!”
The impostor let out an exaggerated scream, and in the next moment, the real Zhou Tong was before her, pressing a palm onto her!
