Sword Pointed at the Imperial Yu Clan!

At this moment, every cultivator present thought Li Guanqi had lost his mind. Who was Yu Changbo? The leader of a top clan in Nanjiang! Originally, the clan had harbored an elder in the Tribulation Transcendence realm—a true anchor of stability. But for reasons unknown, rumors said that the Yu clan ancestor had suddenly passed away. Over the years, quite a few had cast covetous eyes upon the Yu clan's assets, yet not a single one had succeeded. That was entirely because Yu Changbo possessed utterly terrifying strength: though only in the mid-Mahayana realm, he had no fear of late-stage cultivators! And yet now... A rising star, a mere early Mahayana sword cultivator, dared to address Yu Changbo by his full name and demand that he get out here! Granted, Li Guanqi was no nobody, but such conduct was simply too arrogant and overbearing. "Yanluo Sword Venerable... isn't he acting a bit too brazen?" "Indeed. Standing before Jiuli Divine Peak and shouting Yu Changbo's name, he's bound to suffer for it." "Still... ever since Li Guanqi rose to fame, he has almost always acted with justified cause. It seems there must be a serious grievance between him and the Yu clan." For a time, the onlookers secretly speculated about the rift between the two parties. At the same time, many powerful cultivators narrowed their eyes and studied Li Guanqi warily. In their perception, the power Li Guanqi was currently displaying was not in the least inferior to the mid-Mahayana realm! Even several old mid-Mahayana monsters could feel an indescribable, stifling pressure from him! It was unimaginable just how terrifying his current strength truly was. From that single strike alone, almost no early Mahayana cultivator could boast that they could take it unscathed! Buzz! A flash of dread surfaced in the eyes of the elder from before. Before long, several streaks of light shot into the sky from within Jiuli Divine Peak! The surrounding crowd erupted into an uproar. No one expected all the Mahayana cultivators of the Yu clan to assemble in full force! Five Mahayana cultivators in all! Counting the elder whom Li Guanqi had already heavily injured, that made a total of six Mahayana experts. From beginning to end, not a single ripple showed in Li Guanqi's eyes. Six Mahayana experts, nothing more... During his most perilous clash in God Burial Ridge, he had fought sixteen Ancient God phantom spirits simultaneously! Back then, his cultivation had been only at the half-step Mahayana realm! It was no exaggeration to say that Li Guanqi had mastered the finest techniques of a hundred schools. That was not even mentioning the divine abilities and secret arts he personally wielded. The man surrounded by the several experts drew Li Guanqi's attention. He was tall and robust, with sword-like brows and starry eyes. Deep within his gaze, a complex, sharp light gleamed as he looked at Li Guanqi. A mid-Mahayana cultivator, nothing more... He, Li Guanqi, could kill him. As for the others, they were mere rabble in his eyes. Li Guanqi tilted his head slightly and spoke to the man in a calm voice. "Return my sword coffin, and I will kill only the six of you." When his words fell, heaven and earth went silent. Every cultivator within a ten-li radius felt as though they had just heard the most absurd fantasy. "Hahaha! What an arrogant brat! If he isn't beaten half to death by Yu Changbo today, I, Hua Baochang, will write my name backward!" "Tsk, tsk. Sect Master Hua, aren't you speaking a bit too soon? You really don't understand what kind of man the Yanluo Sword Venerable is." The man sneered and cast a derisive glance at the one who had spoken. "Whether he's some Yanluo Sword or not, I couldn't care less. But I know the Yu clan's strength all too well." Among the crowd, an elder dressed in a purple-gold robe bore not the slightest hint of mockery on his face. For on Li Guanqi, he felt a faint, lingering threat of death! The elder swallowed hard. Remembering the moment Li Guanqi's name had first surfaced, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation. As he moved away, he cast a deep, lingering glance back toward Li Guanqi in midair, only for his gaze to collide directly with Li Guanqi's. After a moment's thought, the elder paused, cupping his fists and bowing slightly toward Li Guanqi before departing. Meanwhile, the dark-faced Yu Changbo looked as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. A mere early Mahayana whelp had first summoned myriad lightning bolts to shatter the clan's barrier, then cleaved Jiuli Divine Peak in two. And now, right in front of every Mahayana powerhouse in the Yu clan, he dared to spout such outrageous nonsense! Yu Changbo narrowed his eyes, making no attempt to conceal the killing intent within. Rather than killing Li Guanqi, he wanted to capture him alive! As long as he held Li Guanqi's life in his hands, the subsequent benefits he could reap would be far beyond imagination. Yu Changbo took a slow step forward, coming to a halt barely ten paces from Li Guanqi. His left hand gripped an archaic sword with a purple-hued scabbard. "Li Guanqi, do you really think breaking through to the Mahayana realm means you can do whatever you please?" "Who gave you the courage to come blustering and bellowing before my Yu clan?!" Boom! In an instant, dazzling purple lightning erupted from Yu Changbo's body! Half the thunderclouds across the firmament were shattered on the spot. As winds raged and clouds surged, dense, purple-tinted clouds pressed down overwhelmingly upon heaven and earth. Boom! Boom! Boom! Six consecutive Mahayana auras surged straight into the clouds, suppressing Li Guanqi's aura within a radius of a thousand paces in an instant. Yu Changbo let out a mocking sneer, inwardly ridiculing Li Guanqi's folly. He sneered aloud, "A sword coffin? What sword coffin? Why would our Yu clan have your sword coffin? Stop making trouble out of nothing here. Besides... you shattered our clan's grand array and cleaved Jiuli Divine Peak. We must invite you inside for a seat so someone can send over proper compensation!" At these words, many onlookers realized what Yu Changbo was planning: he clearly intended to seize this opportunity to extort Li Guanqi! Guanyun Pavilion now enjoyed immense renown across the Six Domains, and the fame of Yunding Auction House had even begun to eclipse that of Baobao Pavilion. Li Guanqi suddenly grinned, turning his head to look at Yu Changbo as he murmured softly, "You are very confident. Confident enough... to step within ten paces of me." Before the crowd could grasp what his words meant, and even before the sound of his voice had faded, an overwhelming pressure swept across heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, a streak of blood-red sword light flashed through the sky and vanished. The wild gale ceased; the torrential rain halted! Beneath the dark clouds, the sky revealed only a sword strike fast to the absolute limit, alongside Li Guanqi returning his blade to its scabbard. And across from him was Yu Changbo, who had been forced back a hundred paces! Dressed in flowing, embroidered navy-blue robes, Yu Changbo now bore a bloody gash running completely across his chest and shoulder! Had he dodged even a fraction of an instant slower just now, he would already have been decapitated! Powerful—stiflingly powerful! Yu Changbo swallowed hard, but Li Guanqi gave him no further chance to speak. His gaze shifted toward the back mountain of Jiuli Divine Peak. He could faintly sense an intimately familiar aura resting right there. Clang! Yu Changbo roared, "Attack! Kill him!" Li Guanqi pushed his sword slightly from its scabbard with his right hand, his eyes turning thoroughly cold as he murmured softly, "Soul Release: Blood Slaughterer!" Crack! In a mere instant, a dense, web-like pattern of cracks shattered across the sword's blade! Li Guanqi paid no mind to the cracking weapon, keeping his eyes fixed on the back mountain. As his figure began to turn ethereal, he murmured under his breath, "Mirror Flower, Water Moon." Buzz! Dozens of sword lights descended upon his original position, instantly shattering Li Guanqi's afterimage. Every attack seemed to strike a moon reflected in a deep well, vanishing completely after stirring up violent ripples. The ferocious barrage had failed to inflict the slightest harm upon Li Guanqi! Everyone's hearts trembled, and Yu Changbo muttered, "A self-created art!" Suddenly! Yu Changbo whipped his head around to look behind him! When Li Guanqi reappeared, he was already hovering in the sky above the back mountain of Jiuli Divine Peak!