Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 475: Admitting Defeat

The battle between Fang Jue and Mu Zhaohe began without warning. Fang Jue utilized water element manipulation to directly summon several water dragons hundreds of feet long from the lake, biting toward Mu Zhaohe. However, Mu Zhaohe simply chuckled lightly and conjured a lotus flower of flames under his feet, instantly turning the water dragons into steam.

In an instant, thick steam filled the surroundings, creating an otherworldly scene that made it hard to see the two combatants clearly. At the same time, their flying swords converged in mid-air, engaging in a fierce battle as they both tried to find a breakthrough using various elemental manipulation techniques.

Fang Chen activated the Primordial Immortal Eye and quietly observed the confrontation. Mu Zhaohe, being in the mid-stage of the Foundation Building Realm, possessed much stronger spiritual energy than Fang Jue. His responses seemed effortless and graceful compared to Fang Jue, who, despite being in the Foundation Building Realm, clearly lagged behind in cultivation. Just a dozen or so exchanges had already left him somewhat strained.

Whether it was the manipulation of elements or the control of flying swords, it required immense spiritual energy. Even if Mu Zhaohe maintained his current state, it would only take the time it took to drink a cup of tea to deplete Fang Jue's spiritual energy. Moreover, Mu Zhaohe had no intention of doing so.

"The heavens and earth are vast. Profound Yellow is everywhere!" Mu Zhaohe lightly shouted, and the surrounding power of metal crazily condensed, transforming into a giant bell and cauldron, smashing down from above.

Fang Jue attempted to block using elemental forces, but he couldn't stop this attack at all, causing his external spiritual energy barrier to shatter.

Boom!

Everyone heard a loud bang, and Fang Jue was sent tumbling through the air.

The flying sword, unmanned and uncontrolled, also fell into the lake. With this, the victor of the battle had been decided.

"The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Bell is a specialized technique of the Profound Yellow Palace, capable of both offense and defense. The power of metal condensed by this technique far surpasses ordinary elemental manipulation!"

"It seems Fang Jue has lost. It's true that the ordinary disciples of the Purple Pole Dao Academy can't compare to the Chief Disciple of the Yellow Gate. I've heard that the Chief Disciple of the Profound Gate is even stronger, but he has been in seclusion for the past few years and hasn't appeared."

Whispers and murmurs echoed through the air.

This was the first time Little Cow Dung had seen such an exciting battle among cultivators, and he was completely amazed. Previously, in the Nine Sword Sect's territory, Fang Chen's methods were too mysterious for him to comprehend. Now, witnessing the hundred-foot water dragons and the giant Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Bell, it felt like a whole new world was opening up to this child who had never been exposed to such things.

"Master, did that immortal lose?" Little Cow Dung asked quietly.

Fang Chen smiled lightly. "Not yet."

He hasn't lost yet?

Little Cow Dung nodded, believing in his master's words.

However, some people nearby laughed, especially the young man who had just answered Fang Chen's questions. He turned to look at Fang Chen and said, "With such injuries, you still say he hasn't lost?"

Fang Chen smiled without replying. Through the Primordial Immortal Eye, he could see that although Fang Jue was injured, there was a special energy circulating within him. This power was very similar to what was once seen in Sui Nianhua's body, and recalling that the Illusionary Palace Master of the Purple Pole Dao Academy was extremely skilled in illusion techniques, it wouldn't be surprising if Fang Jue also practiced this art.

This kind of technique was similar to alchemy, artifact refining, and even sword cultivation methods. They all belong to relatively rare techniques. There were no related inheritances in ordinary sects.

"Fang Jue, is this all the ability you have? With this level of cultivation, why should you stand up for your family's Fang Chen?" Mu Zhaohe said with a smirk. "That's right, you owe him a favor. I heard from Young Lady Sui that you were able to join the Purple Pole Dao Academy because he gave you a token."

"Sui Nianhua?" Fang Chen pondered. That woman should now also be under the tutelage of the Illusory Palace Master at the Purple Pole Dao Academy. Jiang Shun mentioned this point in the past at the Fang Clan.

"Unfortunately, you are too incompetent. Since today's match is said to be decided by fate, I'll send you on your way."

After Mu Zhaohe finished speaking, he controlled his flying sword and slashed into the void. After the slash, a self-satisfied smile appeared on his face.

However, in reality, there was still a distance of dozens of feet between Fang Jue and him. The crowd was stunned.

Mu Zhaohe laughed at the air. "Don't look at me with such unwilling eyes. You were the one who proposed the three-year agreement. You're the one who did this."

The expressions of the crowd became increasingly strange, and someone whispered, "Could it be an illusion technique?"

Dongfang Haojie suppressed a smile, while Tianyin Fairy also showed a faint smile, silently watching Mu Zhaohe's solo performance.

Mu Zhaohe looked at everyone and smiled lightly. "Everyone, today's match ends here. Let's leave."

Dongfang Haojie sighed softly and pointed out, "Take a look behind you."

Huh?

Mu Zhaohe furrowed his brow slightly. Just as he turned around, he saw Fang Jue holding a sword to his throat.

Mu Zhaohe was beyond shocked. "Impossible!"

He had clearly beheaded his opponent. How could he still be alive?

Wait a minute! Is this an illusion technique?

At this realization, Mu Zhaohe's face turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He had been played with by the opponent's illusion technique in front of so many people, and now the opponent was even close to him!

Mu Zhaohe glanced at the flying sword near his neck. With just a slight movement from the opponent, his head would fall to the ground!

Mu Zhaohe's expression became extremely grim. "Damn it!"

Fang Jue looked at Mu Zhaohe indifferently. "Do you surrender?"

Mu Zhaohe's expression changed several times. After a dozen breaths, he said coldly, "Fine, I surrender."

Fang Jue smiled. "Back then, Fang Chen used this trick to effortlessly defeat the mid-stage Foundation Building Realm cultivator. I just learned a little from him. If you can't even handle this little trick of mine, what qualifications do you have to gossip behind people's backs?"

He put away his flying sword and disappeared into the void toward Dongfang Haojie's direction.

Just then, everyone's pupils slightly constricted.

Dongfang Haojie cursed loudly, "Be careful, this bastard is attacking you. He's shameless!"

Pfft!

A flying sword pierced through Fang Jue's heart.

Mu Zhaohe, still not satisfied, crazily used his flying sword to cut Fang Jue's corpse into pieces. At this moment, he looked mad, his eyes covered in a layer of blood mist, clearly consumed by rage.

"What are you randomly slashing in the air for?" Fang Jue's cold voice rang out again.

Mu Zhaohe suddenly froze, his eyes regaining sanity. He suddenly realized that he was still in the same spot, with Fang Jue's sword still at his neck.

Strange gazes filled with pity and mockery fell upon Mu Zhaohe. His complexion turned incredibly pale.

"I'll ask you again, do you surrender?" Fang Jue said indifferently.

"He surrenders," said a new voice.

Before Mu Zhaohe could speak, a young man dressed in black robes arrived through space.

His black hair flowed like a waterfall, like satin, cascading over his shoulders.

His handsome appearance was unlike that of an ordinary person. There was a hint of divine light in his eyes when they opened and closed, but what caught the most attention was his pupils, which were a strange deep blue.

The crowd's eyes slightly widened in shock. "Could this be... the Chief Disciple of the Profound Gate of the Profound Yellow Palace?"

Fang Chen's gaze flickered. "These pupils.... He must have cultivated a similar eye technique to the Primordial Immortal Eye. Does he also have an Innate Heart Pupil?"