103: Chapter 103 : The Banquet and the Battlefield 103: Chapter 103 : The Banquet and the Battlefield Chapter 103 : The Banquet and the Battlefield Inside the tavern, honored guests filled every seat.
Fang Ting sat with a beauty at his side, drinking and chatting rrily.
anwhile, within the ancient ruins, danger lurked everywhere.
Two prodigies fought side by side, engaged in a brutal battle.
Though the place was rely one of Tu Jiuming’s old caves, that level of expert—who had long since transcended the three great dynasties—could make even a briefly inhabited cave vast and boundless.
At that mont, Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo were locked in fierce combat.
The good news: They’d run into Wu Wendong from the Seven Star Sect—and even managed to ambush him.
Ti for payback.
The bad news: Wu Wendong wasn’t alone.
And despite the ambush, the disparity in both realm and numbers made it hard to kill him.
The Seven Star Sect, as a second-tier force, had no shortage of Purple Mansion realm cultivators.
This ti, they’d sent four.
Wu Wendong was a late-stage Purple Mansion.
Alongside him were two mid-stage true disciples and one late-stage inner sect elder.
Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo, by contrast, were only at peak Core Formation—worlds apart in cultivation.
Under normal circumstances, a single mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator could easily obliterate two Core Formation cultivators.
But Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo were anything but normal.
Thanks to their sneak attack, they had managed to injure both mid-stage true disciples.
Unfortunately, they didn’t finish them off.
“You dare ambush the Seven Star Sect?!” roared the elder in black robes.
Wu Wendong, upon recognizing the two, reeled in shock.
“Who are you two monsters?!” Only then did the others realize these two were rely Core Formation cultivators.
Their expressions changed dramatically.
Core Formation?!
Even if it was a sneak attack, to breach the perception of cultivators far above them and succeed in a strike was beyond comprehension.
Fang Mu Ge chuckled lightly and said, “We’re princes of the Great Chu Dynasty.
We took a liking to your artifacts—better surrender peacefully.” Fang Luo said nothing—and charged.
The four from Seven Star Sect laughed coldly.
These two Core Formation kids dared attack first?
Wu Wendong snorted, “Ignorant brats!
You think you’re the only prodigies here?
I’m a Heavensteel Physique, you fools!” Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo each took on two enemies—one mid-stage and one late-stage Purple Mansion expert apiece.
“Take out the injured ones first,” Fang Luo transmitted ntally.
“Got it,” Fang Mu Ge replied.
They needed a swift victory.
“Blazing Fla Fist!!” Fang Mu Ge clenched his left fist.
Boom!!
Mana surged and coalesced into a fiery imprint two hundred feet in size—a blazing sun threatening to incinerate everything.
“What?!” “How can a Core Formation cultivator have this kind of power?!” The true disciple panicked as the fire imprint locked onto him.
“An Intent?!
He’s comprehended martial intent at the Core Formation stage!!” No ti to react.
He unleashed his strongest technique.
BOOM!
BOOM!
The explosions echoed across the ruins.
Though he managed to block the first attack, he hadn’t recovered when— Pfff!
A sharp sword aura pierced his dantian.
“Sword… sword intent!” Pfff!
Another sword thrust—this ti through his Purple Mansion.
Even immortals couldn’t save him now.
He died with a face full of disbelief.
Not only had his enemy comprehended Fist Intent, but also Sword Intent, and both were at the Lesser Mastery stage.
It was horrifying.
Completely beyond reason.
Even Su Xin, Fang Mu Ge’s teacher, was often left speechless by his talent—doubting whether he could even continue teaching soone like this.
“Blazing Fla Fist!!” Now Fang Luo unleashed the sa move, finishing off the second injured true disciple.
Both of them had learned this: the second style of Burning Heaven Annihilation Hand.
In the blink of an eye, two out of the four Seven Star Sect mbers were dead.
Had it been stronger or more nurous enemies, it would’ve made sense.
But being slain by two juniors so far beneath their realm?
It was both infuriating and humiliating.
Wu Wendong gritted his teeth.
“Who are you people?!
Why target the Seven Star Sect?!” Now fear crept into his heart.
Anyone who could produce two such monstrous prodigies had to belong to a terrifying background.
In this world, right and wrong mattered little—only power did.
Fang Mu Ge grinned.
“Told you—we’re princes of the Great Chu Dynasty.
You didn’t believe it.” The black-robed elder pressed on, “I’ve been to Great Chu.
I’ve t the princes.
Which ones are you?” “What’s the point of talking?
Kill them!” Fang Luo barked, tossing out several formation flags, sealing the area.
Two peak Core Formation cultivators trapping late-stage Purple Mansion experts with a formation—this defied all logic!
Wu Wendong had never suffered such indignity.
“Damn you!
I don’t care who you are—you’re both going to die!” BOOM!
Blue qi surrounded Wu Wendong as he activated his Heavensteel Physique’s innate divine ability—a powerful defensive barrier.
Fang Mu Ge scoffed.
That little trick?
He ford hand seals and entered a profound state, as though rging with the Dao itself.
To him, Wu Wendong was full of openings.
After just three exchanges, he broke through the Heavensteel barrier.
“This…
this is impossible!!” His supposedly invincible defense crumbled like child’s play.
“Look at you—so sheltered,” Fang Mu Ge muttered coldly.
But his sword never paused.
“Who are you people?!” cried the elder in despair.
Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo revealed their true faces.
“You should’ve expected this after you ambushed us at the auction,” said Fang Mu Ge.
“If not for Zheng Guan escorting us, Fang Ting and Fang Luo would’ve been in real danger.” The elder didn’t recognize them.
But Wu Wendong did.
His eyes went wide.
His body trembled like he’d seen a ghost.
“It’s YOU TWO?!
How?!” He rembered them clearly—back at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion auction, they were barely in the Qi Condensation realm.
Now, just a few years later, they were Core Formation experts with terrifying combat power?
Are they even human?!
Wu Wendong wished he were mistaken.
Fang Mu Ge said, “Consider your dying wish fulfilled.
Now die in peace.” Wu Wendong’s last sliver of resistance crumbled.
Terrified, he realized he couldn’t fight nor flee.
The outco was inevitable.
He died under Fang Mu Ge’s sword, eyes filled with dread.
Fang Mu Ge turned—and saw that Fang Luo had already dealt with the black-robed elder.
It wasn’t that Fang Luo was vastly stronger—it was simply that Wu Wendong had been tougher, thanks to his Heavensteel Physique.
Under normal conditions, Wu Wendong could challenge cultivators above his realm.
But now, he had been the one crushed by soone far below his level.
“Let’s go,” said Fang Luo.
Ever cautious, he didn’t want to linger.
They had spent too much energy in the fight and couldn’t afford to et another strong enemy just yet.
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