All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 80: Wuhua Palace, What’s That?_1

Hearing the many discussions inside the tavern, Luo Ritian felt somewhat annoyed, his eyes coldly gazing at Su Bei who remained indifferent.

What a brazen lad!

All posturing for you, huh?

So now I’m the big villain?

Leaving other things aside, just in terms of posturing, Su Bei is definitely a master of the art in the entire Twenty-One Provinces!

Luo Ritian snorted coldly and abruptly waved his horsetail whisk, his hoarse voice thundering,

"Elder Su?"

"Your Sword Sect disciple claims you can suppress me with a single sword?"

"How dare such an insignificant 985 Second-Rate Sect make such grandiose claims?"

"What on earth is the Sword Sect?"

As soon as Luo Ritian’s words fell, diners inside the tavern instinctively formed two rows, moving their stools to sit and clearing the center of the tavern for the two men.

"There’s going to be a fight! There’s going to be a fight!"

"Won’t these immortals smash these stools to pieces when they fight?"

"You’re thinking too small! They might even break through these walls..."

The disciples of both Sects also stood behind Su Bei and Luo Ritian.

Xiao Ruoching took a deep breath. Seeing Su Bei beside her, calm and poised, her delicate hand unconsciously tightened, and she grew anxious for her Master.

Her eyes fixed deeply on Luo Ritian, a cold glint in them as the corner of her mouth curled. He’s on my list.

Su Bei is mine to kill!

Even if he is unspeakably wicked and evil, that doesn’t give anyone else the right to insult him!

Family matters are our own business. If an outsider dares to meddle, they become a common enemy!

Mo Li’s lips curled into a barely perceptible, amused smile. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Luo Ritian not far away, then glanced at Su Bei, whose gaze was as calm as a still lake.

She stuck out her small tongue, lightly licking her crimson lips while playfully handling the slender sword in her hands.

Elder Luo of Wuhua Palace?

If Su Bei suffers even the slightest injury today, I will never let him off!

Only I can cut my Master... only I!

Su Bei set his tea bowl down, his eyes silently gazing at the horsetail whisk in Luo Ritian’s hands.

Yet his heart was filled with anxiety.

Damn it!

Now that it’s come to this, do I really have to gamble?

But I really don’t want to use that "The Dao Integration Experience Card"!

That’s the trump card I’ve been saving.

But how can I deal with the trouble in front of me without using it?

Glancing sideways at Mo Youqian, who wore a determined expression, his eyes filled with admiration for him, Su Bei cursed inwardly once again.

This show-off brat! If you don’t have the strength, why act so tough?

Sighing softly, Su Bei forcibly suppressed his impulse and prepared to stand up.

Suddenly!

As if sensing something, Luo Ritian and Su Bei simultaneously turned towards the direction of the window.

The next instant!

A figure in a purple dress broke through the window, her face seemingly shrouded in a layer of cold frost, elusive and indiscernible.

Snowflakes, carried in by the woman’s abrupt entrance, scattered throughout the tavern.

Sunlight streamed through the bamboo window, dappling the tavern’s wooden floor with light and shadow. The woman walked slowly, making no sound.

Luo Ritian’s breathing grew heavy. He felt an inexplicable chill, a coldness that seemed to rise from the base of his spine, crawl up his back, and then explode across his scalp.

He stared at the woman who had abruptly appeared before him, his gaze fixed on the sword sheath at her waist, engraved with a Cloud Sea motif.

The woman’s gaze was icy as she looked at Luo Ritian. Her haughty aura, utterly unrestrained, radiated outwards, causing the temperature inside the entire tavern to plummet.

Everyone looked up at the woman, gazing at the peerless beauty. Her moon-white robe and three thousand strands of white hair fluttered, lending her an ethereal quality, as if she were one of the Immortals descended to the mortal realm.

Luo Ritian opened his mouth. Looking at the impossibly beautiful and aloof woman before him, he swallowed hard before speaking,

"Cloud Sea Sword Immortal... Dan Wulan?!"

A cold voice immediately echoed softly within the tavern,

"Wuhua Palace?"

"What does it amount to?"

Seeing his Ninth Junior Sister suddenly appear, Su Bei was so moved he could have cried!

His disciple hadn’t lied; Ninth Junior Sister was indeed on a mission here in Mo City!

She arrived just in the nick of time!

But I wonder, between those two, both at the Early Stage Refining Void, who would have the upper hand?

Luo Ritian looked at the woman before him, at her narrowed eyes. Then, as if he had noticed something, his pupils dilated in incredulous shock, and he exclaimed,

"You! You’ve broken through!"

"Mid Stage Refining Void!"

"A four-hundred-year-old in the Mid Stage Refining Void!!"

A subtle curve touched Dan Wulan’s lips as she looked down at Luo Ritian, her voice cool and distant,

"Answer me!"

"What does Wuhua Palace amount to?"

Forcing down the shock in his heart, Luo Ritian swallowed hard. Feeling his momentum suppressed, he stepped forward and said coldly,

"Miss Dan? What is it?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"What do you want to do?"

Dan Wulan took a light step forward, tossing the Longsword in her hand upward and pointing a finger gently toward the sky.

CLANG!

A majestic Cloud Sea Sword Aura rose from beneath her feet. Following the direction of her finger, it shattered the tavern’s ceiling, leisurely ascending into the heavens.

It soared into the thick, snow-laden clouds blanketing the sky.

"What am I doing?"

Dan Wulan murmured.

The snowfall grew heavier.

The onlookers, sensing trouble, ran towards the outside of the tavern en masse. Still unwilling to miss the clash between Refining Void Immortals, they watched the spectacle from a safe distance.

More and more spectators gathered, densely surrounding the tavern from hundreds of meters away.

Amid the vast curtain of snow, a Sword Qi as thick as a mountain stretched from earth to sky.

Gathering the surrounding Spiritual Energy, unstoppable, the pure, ethereal intent of the Cloud Sea melded with the heavy snowfall, threatening to crush everything in its path.

The Sword Qi didn’t strike Luo Ritian directly but pierced through the vault of heaven instead.

A sword to break the sky.

A platinum color burst forth!

The emitted Sword Qi was especially dazzling amidst the stark whiteness.

In an instant, the swirling snow abruptly came to a halt.

Waves rippled across the canvas of the sky.

No more snow in the heavens and earth!

No! It was as if all the snow between heaven and earth had, in that instant, been swept away by a terrifying torrent of air!

Luo Ritian watched this unfold and gasped, his eyes filled with shock as he stared at Dan Wulan. He stammered in disbelief,

"To wield nature’s spiritual energy! No! It’s more than wielding it!"

"It’s summoning it!"

"You... You’re just at the Mid Stage Refining Void, could it be you’ve already overcome the Heart Demon Tribulation?"

Su Bei remained seated, watching the scene unfold. He gazed at Dan Wulan, who stood holding her sword, resplendent in her purple robes, her clothes and wide sleeves fluttering elegantly.

Under the influence of the Selfless Realm, the tea in Su Bei’s cup merely rippled slightly, still steaming.

Several breaths later.

The suspended snow began to flutter and slowly drift down once more.

As heavy snow once again filled the sky, Dan Wulan’s cool voice followed. It wasn’t loud, yet everyone present, even the onlookers standing hundreds of meters away, could hear it with perfect clarity.

Amidst the swirling snow that filled the sky, a voice echoed between heaven and earth,

"I’m asking you!"

"Wuhua Palace."

"What does it amount to?"

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