The Divine Martial Stars

"Who is it? Who dares to talk to me in that manner? Get him."

The young man wearing a long brocade robe had a cold look on his face.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two silver-armored divine generals streaked toward the direction of the voice like two beams of light.

They rushed out hurriedly, but they flew back at an even faster speed.

Bang! Bang!

They bounced back, fell to the ground, struggled, and passed out.

"Ah?"

The look on the young man's face changed slightly.

The two silver-armored divine generals were half-step kings. They could be regarded as elites among the immortal sects in famous mountains. However, they had been knocked out in the blink of an eye. The person who did that… was at least a mid-level or high-level master in the King Realm.

"Who is it? How dare you go against the Tingyu family?"

The tone of the young man dressed in the long brocade robe was cold.

The blast waves generated by his thunderous voice swept through the sky toward the depths of the manor.

"Ha-ha, what if I go against it?"

The voice in the depths of the manor rang out again, but it sounded different now. As the Taoist sound echoed, numerous transparent air currents surged through the air, collided with the blast waves produced by the young man wearing a long brocade robe, smashed the latter, and then continued to surge toward him like raging waves hitting the shore.

"What?"

The young man's slanted eyes flashed with dismay.

He swung his right arm, and a beam of sword light flashed.

The transparent air currents were cut in half, diverged, and then disappeared.

"Who are you? Show yourself!."

The young man in the long brocade robe pressed the palm of his right hand against the handle of his umbrella. That was the standard start gesture of the 1,100th Style of the Breeze and Drizzle Swordsmanship of the Tingyu family. Wisps of mist swirled around him and spread in all directions. It was not raining, but everyone could hear the sounds of a heavy downpour.

"You people from the immortal sects are used to acting in a overbearing manner. You need to change."

The voice rang out again.

A short-haired young man dressed in white sportswear and sneakers walked out from the depths of the manor, with a little girl who looked like a cute porcelain doll, in tow. He took only a couple of steps forward, but he had already arrived in front of Wang Shiwu to protect the people of the manor who were still in a state of panic.

"Who are you?" The young man in the long brocade robe asked with a slight frown.

"I can tell from his power that he is just an ordinary master in the King Realm, but the air currents produced by him smashed my blast waves just now. How did he do that?"

Naturally, the person who showed up was Li Mu.

Today, he happened to be here teaching Wang Fanqie how to practice martial arts in the manor.

"Who are you?" Holding Wang Fanqie's hand in his, he looked at the young man in the long brocade robe from head to toe and said, "I've heard that Young Master Tingyu, the successor of the Tingyu family, died in the wilderness, but the killer has not been found yet. Ha-ha, who are you? How dare you bring your men to Baoji City to stir up trouble?"

"Shut up! This is the lord of the Tingyu family's Seasonal Rain Palace! You are just a mortal. How dare you mock the Tingyu family like that? Are you courting death?"

A silver-armored divine general bellowed.

The news about the death of Young Master Tingyu had spread across famous mountains and the mortal world, and his death had made them a laughing stock. As a result, the Tingyu family's reputation and prestige had been damaged. All the masters of the Rain Clan were very angry and sensitive. They couldn't stand any ironical undertones and couldn't bear to hear others bringing up the topic about the death of Young Master Tingyu.

Li Mu said with a laugh, "The lord of Seasonal Rain Palace? I've never heard of him. A long time ago, I already said that no external forces were allowed to commit evil deeds in Baoji City. You people of immortal sects are rubbish. You broke into the manor and hurt the people here. You must stay here. None of you can get out of here today."

The young man dressed in a long brocade robe suddenly asked, "Are you Li Mu?"

He finally recognized Li Mu.

Li Mu said, "Yes, I am."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha, good. Very good. That's great!" The young man in a long brocade robe laughed. His eyes narrowed to slits and sparkled with excitement. He said, "I've been looking for you everywhere, but you've showed up right in front of me. That saved me a lot of effort. It turns out that you did not die behind the Gate of the Ancestors and came back alive. Ha-ha, I've heard that you've got a key to the immortal palace. Li Mu, if you're smart enough, you'd better give me the key. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless."

Upon hearing that, Li Mu shook his head, sighed and said, "The Tingyu family is one of the six major Divine Clans of the Celestial Court, but it has declined to such an extent. That's beyond my expectations. I'm afraid that the other five major Divine Clans have already cast you out. How pathetic!"

"This person doesn't even know the inside story of the battle behind the Gate of the Ancestors. He thought that I died in that battle and believed the fake news released by the other clans. Obviously, he was deceived by those clans. It means that the status of the Rain Clan is very subtle among the six major Divine Clans. I'm afraid that it has something to do with the death of Young Master Tingyu and tens of masters of the Rain Clan in the wilderness.

"That means the Divine Clans of the Celestial Court are not united."

Li Mu's words touched a sore spot with the people of the Rain Clan.

"How dare you!" The young man in a long brocade robe known as the lord of Seasonal Rain Palace flew into a rage. "You are nothing more than a lowly mortal. What do you know? How dare you challenge the authority of an immortal sect? I'm going to kill you today. Drop dead!"

With that, he grabbed the handle of his umbrella. The handle of the umbrella instantly turned into a beautiful thin sword. The sword was flexible, but its cutting edge was razor-sharp. It flashed with a hazy light and darted toward Li Mu with an indescribable strange power.

He wanted to strike Li Mu with his sword. His power was like that of a top-level master in the King Realm.

Li Mu casually raised his hand, pinched the tip of the sword with his fingers, and flicked his wrist.

Tremendous power surged along the blade of the sword.

Crack! Crack!

In an instant, all the bones in the arm of the lord of Seasonal Rain Palace were broken.

"Ah-ah-ah…" The lord of Seasonal Rain Palace uttered miserable screams.

As a master with a high status and great power, he had never suffered such a terrible injury before. His entire arm was instantly broken, and his handsome face suddenly became ferocious and distorted with anger and pain.

"Lord!"

"Help our lord…"

The divine generals of the Rain Clan dashed forward without regard for their own safety.

Li Mu swung his arm casually.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All the divine generals of the Rain Clan were sent flying backward.

Li Mu gave the lord of Seasonal Rain Palace a backhand slap that made the latter spin like a top. Then, he said, "No wonder the Rain Clan is the only one of the six major Divine Clans that has been declining and even its future leader had been killed in the wilderness. It turns out that the people of the Rain Clan are good for nothing. Given your willpower and cultivation level, how dare you try to seize the key to the immortal palace? Your power is less than one percent of that of other major Divine Clans' successors. You arrogant idiot!"

He completely crushed the people from the Rain Clan.

"As I said, those who dare to make trouble or commit evil deeds in Baoji City will be killed without exception. However, considering the fact that you haven't killed anyone today, I've decided to let you get the hell out of here after you break one of your arms."

He sat down on the chair and took a cup of yogurt from Wang Fanqie—his little disciple.

"You… Li Mu, you're just a mortal. How dare you treat the lord of an immortal sect like this? Aren't you afraid that you will get your family and friends into trouble? You…" A silver-armored divine general roared angrily while unsheathing his sword.

However, before his voice died away…

Swoosh!

A broadsword flashed.

The divine general's head was separated from his body.

"I hate being threatened by others," Li Mu said while drinking his yogurt, "Your arm or your life? The choice is up to you."

With a gloomy look on his face, the lord of Seasonal Rain Palace held his broken arm with the other hand. Even though he had countless plots and schemes, he just couldn't use any of them in the face of Li Mu's terrifyingly formidable power. Being at a disadvantage, he had no choice but to try his best to resist the strong urge to take revenge. He said, "Li Mu, we will retreat today, but you can't ask us to break an arm. You'd better not go too far."

Sitting on the chair, Li Mu finished the yogurt and then said slowly, "Am I going too far? Are you taking my words as a joke? He-he, I always keep my word. All those who violate the rules that I've made in Baoji City have to pay the price for their breach of conduct, no matter if they are peddlers or the masters of immortal sects. I was kind enough to ask you to break only one of your arms. If any of you say one more word, it will no longer be a matter of one arm."

The lord of Seasonal Rain Palace gritted his teeth angrily.

The divine generals and masters of the Rain Clan were boiling with rage.

However, they didn't dare to utter a word. In the end, they broke one of their arms by themselves.

"Get lost."

Li Mu waved his hand impatiently.

Hundreds of wisps of Broadsword Intent swirled and cut off the Cold Water Chains wrapped around the disciples in the manor. The divine generals of the Rain Clan felt very upset when they saw that. The Cold Water Chains were the Rain Clan's precious property, but so many chains had been damaged at one time… This time, they went out for wool and came home shorn.

Just when they had taken only a few steps, Li Mu suddenly pointed at the short-haired middle-aged man with a beard and asked, "Who are you? You're not a member of the Rain Clan. Why are you with them?"

"This… I…" the middle-aged man stammered, looking flustered.

Right at that moment, Wang Shiwu suddenly said, "He is the president of the Cultivators' Association. He has been missing for many days. It turns out that he has joined an immortal sect."

Li Mu said, "He turns out to be only a practitioner in the mortal world. It's a pity that he's broken his arm."

The president of the Cultivators' Association let out a sigh of relief when he heard Li Mu's words.

Holding the empty yogurt cup in his hand, Li Mu suddenly figured out something. He said, "You found out that Wang Yanyi saved Wang Shiwu, didn't you? Later, you instigated the Rain Clan to stir up trouble in Baoji City. You knew that I've been staying in Shiyu Manor these days, so you chose to kill me with the help of an immortal sect at this time. Am I right? You've really worked hard to try to kill me… You can't get out of here today. Leave your life here."

"What?" The face of the president of the Cultivators' Association changed dramatically. He immediately turned around to flee.

Li Mu waved his hand.

A beam of broadsword light flashed.

The body of the president of the Cultivators' Association instantly split into several irregular pieces in the air and fell to the ground.

Li Mu glanced at the other people of the Rain Clan and said, "I suddenly remembered what you said just now. You said that you would catch and kill all those who knew Wang Yanyi. Ha-ha, what a coincidence! I happen to be Wang Yanyi's friend. Does that mean the Rain Clan is going to go against me until death?"

None of the members of the Rain Clan, including the lord of Seasonal Rain Palace, dared to say anything.

"Here's my message for you. All the people of immortal sects had better behave themselves when they arrive at the foot of Mount Qinling. If they commit another offence, it will no longer be a matter of just one arm… Anyone who is not convinced may come to Randeng Temple to find… um, find Senior Yu," Li Mu said.

…

The people of the Rain Clan suppressed their hate and left.

If the news about what happened here spread out, the Rain Clan would undoubtedly become a laughing stock once again.

As expected, the news about the fight in Shiyu Manor spread within a certain range in just a few days.

At the same time, a purple-gold invitation card was sent to Randeng Temple.

"The Immortal-Devil Assembly?"

Li Mu looked at the invitation card and then glanced at the old faker, saying, "What do you mean? Do you want me to attend the Immortal-Devil Assembly on your behalf? It will be held in Jintai Temple, Baoji City… in ten days. Well, the time is okay, but what is it about?"

"The representatives of the major Divine Clans and big sects, the gods of the six major clans of traitorous devils, and the Green Fox God who raped you will all attend the event. They have reached a compromise. He-he, I want you to go there, watch the fun, and get the quota for entering the immortal palace," the old faker said playfully, "Maybe you can reunite with your former lover. Remember to collect the Yin and nourish the Yang."

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