Chapter 820 - 76: Mortal Transformation
The old man calmly placed his hands behind his back and then said:
"I am the Master of the Upper Teaching, Chen Haidong."
Wu Mouping furrowed his brow, obviously not understanding what the other person was saying: "Master?"
The old man took a few steps forward and looked inside the gathering area, then saw the giant Bronze Tree that had already collapsed, smiled, and said:
"It really is uprooted. You all are quite bold, just uprooting it like that. Do you know what this is?"
"This is the Inheritance Tree, the foundation we rely on to continue. I think someone has to take responsibility for this."
Wu Mouping said with disdain: "Just a Demon, uproot it if you want. And what does the business of our gathering have to do with you, an outsider?"
The old man showed a painful expression, pointed at Wu Mouping and the others with his finger, and said:
"What are you doing? Even if you don’t want it, don’t uproot it. This thing is precious, losing one means losing one."
Fang Muping glanced at the others, both of them showing a wary expression. This old man must either be a madman or very formidable to act so arrogantly in front of them.
Fang Muping said coldly: "What do you intend to do then?"
The old man loudly shouted: "Where is your group leader? Call your group leader Lu Yu over."
"Leave here, continue to create trouble and don’t blame us for being rude." Wu Mouping said in a lowered voice, evidently having lost all patience.
The old man looked unsatisfied: "Creating trouble? I am talking sense to you now. Later things may not be so easy."
There was a sudden swoosh.
Before the old man could finish speaking, Wu Mouping dashed forward with his blade in hand, his body turning into a flickering shadow.
He roughly guessed who the opponent was, so he couldn’t afford to lose momentum. Letting the opponent continue to talk here would make them appear fearful instead.
The old man’s eyes widened, revealing a slightly snarly smile, pulled out a black ruler from his sleeve:
"Bilu!"
A massive sound accompanied, as flesh and bone collided, Wu Mouping collided violently onto the ground while sprinting, forming a large pit over ten meters wide.
Cracks spread to the edges of the high wall, chunks of concrete splintering and scattering as small stones all around.
"Wu Mouping!"
Fang Muping shouted, showing an incredulous expression, not expecting Wu Mouping to be dealt with so easily.
Immediately after, intense gunfire sounded from atop the high wall, small and large, a barrage of bullets poured toward the old man.
The old man slid the ruler sideways, shouting: "Eight Directions Clear Wind!"
The dense bullets grazed past him, yet did not harm him in the slightest, as if intentionally avoiding him.
"Barbaric! Truly a barbaric era! Religious propriety is disintegrating, without any rules!"
The old man shouted loudly, seemingly very angry.
A dozen people near him fell to the ground, seemingly smacked by some heavy force, their bodies turned into a puddle of flesh, making the scene exceedingly bloody.
Such a terrifying scene made the others shudder involuntarily, retreating a few steps.
This suddenly arrived strange man held overwhelmingly terrifying power.
"Slaughtering the weak is not what I want to do, but don’t force me." The old man said leisurely, eyes ignoring the fully armed group.
When suddenly a draft passed by his ear as a dark shadow darted in front of the old man, it was Wu Mouping, who hadn’t died from the blow earlier, swung toward the old man’s face.
The old man was taken aback too, not expecting Wu Mouping to survive such an attack, stepping back a large step and throwing the ruler forward.
As the ruler flew out, it continuously enlarged, the size of half a door, crashing heavily with Wu Mouping.
The overwhelming force from the ruler made Wu Mouping breathless, getting slammed flying away, heavily crashing to the ground.
Nonetheless, he sprang up from the ground in stride, kept attacking the old man, looking as reckless as ever.
Meanwhile, Fang Muping also led others from another side, forming a pincer attack.
The high walls held over a thousand people, even with the opponent’s mighty strength, they weren’t afraid, for there were many.
"Courting death." The old man showed a chilly expression, looking at the charging Wu Mouping, swung his palm downward, Wu Mouping immediately slammed into the ground, blood spattering, as if he was being smacked by an enormous invisible hand.
Wu Mouping’s mind was dazed from the strikes, the opponent’s method was bizarre and mystical, only two hits left him severely wounded, fearing two more would take his life.
Although his body strength was high, it had its limits too.
He lay on the ground, turning to shout at the others rushing over: "Retreat, it’s dangerous!"
As his voice just fell, those rushing up were all smacked into a puddle of flesh, not even reaching within five steps of the old man.
"Your strength is indeed remarkable, quite unexpected." The old man swayed leisurely with the ruler as he walked up to Wu Mouping.
Wu Mouping spat out blood, gritting his teeth: "Don’t need your pity, kill if you must."
In just a few dozen seconds, nearly a hundred died atop the high wall, blood and bodies scattered everywhere, resembling a hell-like scene.
The remaining people were all scared, faced with a seemingly undefeatable entity, anyone rational would back away, none hoped to die meaninglessly.
The old man shook his head, said: "I’m not pitying you, rather cherishing talent. I’m a teacher, such tumult in the world, fewer of your kind should die."
Just when the old man thought Wu Mouping had no fighting strength, he saw him spring up again, throwing a punch as he faced the old man.
It was like an invincible cockroach, thought dead stepped on but still alive.
More importantly, Wu Mouping’s attitude infuriated him, fearless and hard to communicate.
The punch landed on the old man’s abdomen, seeming to hit, but actually not, missing just by a little, not touching the old man.
Wu Mouping was again sent flying, falling to the edge of the city wall, his legs twitching in pain, left arm bent under extraordinary force forming a Z shape.
The old man patted the ruler in his hand, said calmly and indifferently: "Truly astonishing, a mortal on the Mortal Transformation path like you managed to endure three moves."
"I’m not in a rush to kill you, waiting for Lu Yu to come, and have a talk."
At this moment.
Lu Yu finally arrived late, wielding a Scythe, face grave, already shouting from afar: "You’re here for the Inheritance Tree?"
The old man saw Lu Yu, smiled, said: "Lu Yu, you’ve done a treacherous thing, how did you promise me back then?"
Hearing this, Lu Yu’s expression subtly shifted, coldly replied: "So what, your thing has a problem, not wanting it is normal too, why insist?"
The old man stepped past Wu Mouping’s body, walked a few steps forward, said word by word: "Insist? I’m here to replant the Inheritance Tree today; it’s our Human Race’s foundation of survival in such harsh environments."
Lu Yu held his breath, feeling immense pressure, yet without changing his expression replied:
"If you’re prudent enough, I advise you to leave here."
The old man sharply said: "Where’s that person, the one who uprooted the Bronze Tree? Do you think I’m not his match?"
"He is a senior of your Seventeen, not staying at the frontline, running to places like this."
"Don’t tell me it’s to flee and save his life."
His expression displayed ridicule, knowing the Inheritance Tree at Falling Leaves Gathering Place had fallen, hence rushing here, aware Lu Yu and others couldn’t easily uproot it, someone else surely meddled.
Something supposedly simple was now this complex.
Lu Yu paused, said: "He’s not here, but if you wish to replant the Inheritance Tree in our gathering, you must pass me first."
The old man’s face showed surprise, laughed: "You seem not the kind to stubbornly persist, yet were the one who came to me back then, you forgot?"
Lu Yu expressionlessly said: "I had a change of perspective, thus decided to live differently, not always spineless."
The old man slightly frowned, unsure which screw was loose in Lu Yu’s head, glanced around seemingly searching for someone, asked:
"Where is An Nan?"
Lu Yu replied expressionlessly: "Dead, killed him before you came."
The old man took a deep breath, then laughed: "Why kill him? You didn’t have to do that."
Lu Yu swung his Chain Saber, producing a crisp sound, contemplated then said: "I told you I had a change of view. We’re enemies, at least from Seventeen’s standpoint, killing him was normal."