The Divine Martial Stars

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have saved you in the past. I should have just left you run your own course." The old lady of the Moon Dao Sect was slightly angry. Her eyes showed a trace of annoyance.

Back then, Mo Han, the Top Broadsword of Wind and Cloud, was like a blazing sun in the sky, bright and dazzling. Because of his grand brilliance, he aroused the jealousy of some members of the Decent Alliance. They secretly set Mo Han up and almost got him killed. In desperation, he was saved by the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect, who happened to pass by. Since then, he had joined the Moon Dao Sect and become her personal Knife Hut servant.

Decades had passed in the blink of an eye.

An inexplicable brilliance emerged in the eyes of the Knife Hut servant.

He slowly took off the white mask on his face, revealing a scarred face.

Among the people who plotted against him back then, there was a woman of the Decent Alliance who had a crush on Mo Han. When she pursued him and got turned down, she became so furious that she took advantage of his being gravely injured and cut his face 36 times with a special technique, which completely disfigured him.

During these years, Mo Han had never sought to restore his appearance, for he knew that he had fallen in love with a woman who could never love him back. So, his appearance no longer mattered.

At that time, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect was a famous beauty. Her appeal was not at all inferior to Ye Wuhen, the current Virgin Goddess of the Moon Dao Sect.

Unfortunately, Ye Hen, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect, had married someone else at that time.

Later, the Moon Dao Sect was attacked by the Decent Alliance, and the whole Moon Dao Manor suffered heavy casualties. Ye Hen's son and daughter-in-law were killed in that battle. In order to cover Ye Hen, who escaped with her granddaughter, Ye Hen's husband also died in that battle.

Ye Hen's hair turned white overnight. She swore to seek revenge. Since then, she had not maintained her looks through Cultivation Methods and chose to live in the image of an old woman. She was dead inside, and no longer cared about the love of the human world. Instead, she focused solely on the resurrection of the Moon Dao Sect and the cultivation of Ye Wuhen.

Thus, though Wu Ming loved her deeply, he treated her with full respect.

Ye Hen had shut her heart up.

So, the master and the servant accompanied each other in a way that outsiders didn't know. Although they rarely talked to each other and never thought of starting a romantic relationship, their connection was way stronger than that of couples.

Today, Ye Hen actually took the initiative to persuade Wu Ming to leave White Emperor City. Because she had a bad feeling that tomorrow's battle would be absolutely ferocious.

"With every extra battle I take, you can stay safe below the ring for one more day. If I win nine battles in a row, then you don't have to go out to fight at all," Wu Ming said with a smile, holding his Wind Cloud Broadsword in his arms.

At this moment, it seemed that he had gone back to the glorious era when he could turn Bitter Star upside down with his broadsword.

He was protecting Ye Hen in his own way.

Ye Hen shook his head and said, "No one can win nine rounds in a row, not even you. The extraterrestrial sects won't sit back and do nothing. Once the nine major sects lose more than four rounds, they will definitely take action. When that time comes…"

The chances of success were slim.

"Then, let's have this talk when I can win no more battles," Wu Ming said blandly.

On the third day of the combat competition.

The third match only lasted for half a day, and one party had dominated the fight from the beginning to the end.

Qin Rushuang, the Top Sword of West Sea, was the candidate of the nine sects. He displayed a power far beyond normal and practically crushed Wu Ming, the Knife Hut servant.

"Haha, I didn't expect that it's still you to fight today. In the past, you were also a well-known figure on the Bitter Star. But you were willing to degenerate and join the Devil Cult. You fought twice in a row. It seems that the Devil Cult just regarded you as a tool. How sad and pitiful!" Qin Rushuang scoffed with a sneer.

He wielded his sword. With each stab, blood splashed, and a deep cut was left on Wu Ming's body.

The Knife Hut servant was drenched in blood. He was hardly in human shape now.

He did not speak but just breathed, continued to gather his strength. Then, he brandished his broadsword, again and again, as though he did not know what was fatigue.

Everyone could see that Qin Rushuang was torturing Wu Ming on purpose.

Still, Wu Ming struggled to hold on.

Bang!

In the end, Wu Ming was kicked away by Qin Rushuang, the Top Sword of West Sea, and was thrown out of the floating fighting ring. He turned into a blood shadow and landed on the divine flying shuttle, breathing his last breath.

The famous Wind Cloud Broadsword had been snapped.

"Mo Han…" Ye Hen, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect, was very overwhelmed by grief. She rushed forward and held Wu Ming in her arms.

Ye Hen's green clothes were stained red with his blood.

There were dozens of new scars on Wu Ming's already scarred face. He looked extremely ferocious and ugly, but there was also a kind of indescribable holiness and purity in him.

He said weakly, "Little Ye, I'm sorry. I… I've tried my best."

The promise of winning nine times in a row couldn't be realized after all.

He was angry, as well as frightened.

He was not afraid of death. What frightened him was that once he was defeated, no one would protect the Moon Dao Sect, and the woman he loved would have to fight in person, to stand on the floating fighting ring and have a life-and-death battle with some savage opponent.

"Don't say anything…" Ye Hen injected her natural qi into Wu Ming, trying to keep him alive.

Wu Ming shook his head and uttered, "I can't be saved. My source has been damaged. You… got to watch out… The nine sects are playing tricks. Qin Rushuang doesn't, doesn't have such strength. His natural qi… has the power of extraterrestrial dark forces…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Ming couldn't continue.

He plucked up the last ounce of his strength to look up at Ye Hen's face.

In the last few seconds of his life, he finally could look at the face that had imprinted in the depths of his soul with undisguised earnest in front of everyone.

That face was very beautiful.

It seemed that time had been turned back to 90 years ago, to the moment when he first saw her. He was also seriously injured at that time. Also when his consciousness was about to dissipate, he saw her, thinking that she was as beautiful as a fairy in heaven.

"So beautiful…" he muttered, a smile spreading on his face.

The once strong hand gradually loosened the grip on the broken hilt of the Wind Cloud Broadsword.

A renowned broadsword master on the Bitter Star met his complete downfall.

"Brother Mo Han." Tears streamed down Ye Hen's cheeks.

Her face was restoring its youth as if time was going back. She no longer looked old. Now, she was young and vigorous. Her skin was like that of a young girl, thick black hair draping down her shoulders, which made her extremely gorgeous. She now looked exactly the same as Mo Han, the Top Broadsword of Wind and Cloud, first saw her.

At the last moment of Mo Han's life, Ye Hen activated her Cultivation Method, making her Qi and blood circulate faster, so as to restore her appearance to the most youthful moment. This could be regarded as a gesture for the infatuated man.

Without a word, Ye Hen stood up with Mo Han, who was covered in blood, in her arms. Then, she turned into a stream of light and shot toward White Emperor City.

"You, you cheated! How shameless!" Ouyang Huanyu, Head of the Sky-reaching Pavilion, glared at the nine sects on the opposite side. He stared at Qin Rushuang and bellowed, "Humph, you're the respected Void-breaking Realm expert in this world, but you only got the balls to climb onto the fighting ring when there was the external help. You're really the shame of the martial arts world on the Bitter Star!"

"Hehe, Ouyang Huanyu, are you throwing a tantrum?" Qin Rushuang sneered with a victor's haughty and said, "Do you have any evidence to prove that I resorted to external help?"

Ouyang Yu, the young master of Sky-overlooking Pavilion, snorted and remarked, "That is not the power you could possess at all! You are not a match for Uncle Wu Ming at all. You… You are simply barefaced. You are a despicable villain!"

Those gathering on the two sides of the floating platform were all top masters from the Decent Alliance and the Devil Cult. As rising talents, their vision and experience could be said to represent the top level of the Bitter Star. They could spot tricks at one glance.

"Hahahaha," Qin Rushuang laughed. "Little kid, I don't know what you're talking about. I've made a breakthrough recently and my cultivation has reached a higher level. How can you nonentities understand this?"

He looked at the people of Mount Shu on the divine flying shuttle and said, "Tomorrow, I will still be on this floating fighting ring, waiting for your instructions. Well, I wonder who dares to fight me tomorrow, hahahaha!"

Cheers broke out in the camps of the nine sects.

The disciples of the Western Sea Sword Sect were the most exultant.

In the first two days of the competition, the nine major sects had lost two matches in a row. The faith of the team faltered and the morale suffered a blow. But today, it was the head of the Western Sea Sword Sect that swept away the bad luck and boosted morale. Every disciple of the Western Sea Sword Sect was very proud of their head.

As for whether their head had relied on external help or not, they couldn't care less.

It would do as long as they were the winner.

Divine light shimmered.

The Mount Shu cultivators rode their flying shuttles back to White Emperor City.

Beside a Green Lotus Pool, Ye Hen slowly sank Mo Han's body into the Green Lotus Spiritual Liquid, wishing to reserve a ten-thousandth of hope and opportunity.

But she also knew that the Green Lotus Pool was not omnipotent.

Footsteps were heard.

Members of Mount Shu also hurried over.

"The nine sects are really getting more and more detestable."

"It must be some extraterrestrial sects that are pulling the strings."

"Damn it!"

"They're just shameless!"

The members of Mount Shu were filled with righteous indignation as they cursed loudly in anger.

Although this kind of thing was expected, it never occurred to them that the nine major sects and the extraterrestrial forces would be so brazen to start a scheme so early, which made the so-called fair competition completely run counter to its original purpose.

However, cursing could not solve the problem.

They still had to send someone to battle tomorrow.

Compared to the three previous selection of candidates, which were solemn and serious, this time it could be said to be cruel. Because the candidate the nine sects picked for the fourth round was still Qin Rushuang, whose strength had been greatly improved within a short period. No matter who Mount Shu selected, their odds of winning were very low.

"I'll go," Ye Hen said with a calm expression. She was now indescribably pretty and peerlessly attractive.

"That little scum has really good patience. He watched his own people being killed, but still did not show up." In the dark hall, the girl in black gauze was deep in thought. At the same time, she was more certain that "the more he behaves like this, the more likely that he is hatching some important conspiracy". "I'll just wait and see how long you can hold on, haha!"

She called Qin Rushuang over and gave him some instructions.

"Today, you did a good job. When you battle tomorrow, you must be more brutal and ruthless," she said.

"Father, are we really going to do this?"

The young master of the Sky-overlooking Pavilion, Ouyang Yu, looked at his father with anguish on his face. Yet, he knew he could not stop him.

Even though he had been in Jianghu for decades and made a name for himself as the famous Young Master Jade, he still felt powerless and astounded when he heard his father made such a choice out of the blue.

"Do as I say. Remember, do it quickly and don't let give the people of the Moon Dao Sect time to react. Also, weigh the timing. Don't do it too early. Ye Hen is a mess now. She won't be on guard against her own people. With you performing this mission, we can definitely succeed."

Standing with his back to his son, Ouyang Huanyu remarked softly.