Chapter 155: Celestial Immortal Kunwu

A majestic man in a tiger-patterned white robe abruptly materialized in the empty space ahead of Yuntian, a surging wave of bloody, murderous aura diffusing through the air. Evidently, this was a god-of-death-like existence with a heavy tally of slaughter on his hands; otherwise, his baleful aura could not have been so dense, with crimson light faintly flickering all over his body.

"A Celestial Immortal, yet carrying hundreds of feet of crimson blood-light—just how many sins must one commit for this? It seems your doom is sealed for today," Yuntian squinted at the majestic man in the tiger-patterned white robe, a chilling murderous intent rising in his heart.

The majestic man in the tiger-patterned white robe also locked a fierce gaze onto Yuntian, staring at him with thick, deadly intent: "A mere Void-Returning Earth Immortal human, yet you dare to come to the Kunwu Mountains and slaughter wantonly? Truly overestimating your capabilities! Whatever your background may be, you are certain to die today!"

"I have never killed a Celestial Immortal powerhouse before!" Yuntian said casually and coldly, the dark red blood-refined divine immortal sword in his hand vibrating slightly, as if sensing the killing intent in Yuntian's heart and growing impatient to taste blood.

Hearing Yuntian's words, the majestic man in the tiger-patterned white robe could not help but laugh in extreme fury: "Ha... You want to kill me? Human brat, I must admit, you are very arrogant! However, I, the White Tiger King, happen to love killing proud and arrogant human prodigies. Prodigies? I don't know how many human prodigies I've slaughtered. If one does not become a Celestial Immortal, one is ultimately nothing more than useless trash and an ant."

"Useless trash and an ant? You are the first person to evaluate me that way," the corners of Yuntian's lips curled upward, forming a cruel arc. "Soon enough, you'll know who the real useless trash and ant is."

"Brat, meet your death!" With a thunderous roar, the White Tiger King waved his hand, and an immortal artifact resembling a giant tiger claw descended from the sky. The tips of the tiger claws gleamed with a scarlet light, filled with a baleful aura, and their sharp edge distorted the surrounding space slightly.

*Clang...* Yuntian parried with the dark red immortal sword in his hand, his entire body jolting as he was sent flying backward. Frowning slightly, he looked toward the giant tiger claw immortal artifact: "A top-grade celestial-tier immortal artifact? It should also be a blood-refined divine weapon, even possessing faintly the might of a Pure Yang magic treasure. This White Tiger King really isn't weak!"

"Ha... Brat, aren't you fierce? Weren't you wantonly slaughtering my demon clan in the Kunwu Mountains? Show me your true skills! Otherwise, I guarantee you will die a miserable death today!" Laughing maniacally, the White Tiger King charged at Yuntian once more.

"Show you my true skills? If I use my full strength, you might not be able to withstand it!" Sneering inwardly, Yuntian could not be bothered to exchange any more idle chatter with the White Tiger King. Seeing the giant tiger claw attack once again, carrying a terrifying and ferocious might, he tightened his grip on the dark red immortal sword. In an instant, the space surrounding the sword began to tremble, followed by Yuntian swinging the sword in a motion that appeared slow...

*Hum...* Space vibrated and rippled like the surface of water as Yuntian's sword met the giant tiger claw, carrying the might of heaven and earth.

*Clang...* The ethereal sword light collided with the giant tiger claw. The claw trembled violently, emitted a sound resembling a whimper, and was sent flying backward. Immediately afterward, under the White Tiger King's look of shock and disbelief, the sword light plunged into his body. His entire figure froze, and then his silhouette scattered with the wind, dissolving into nothingness as if he had never existed at all.

***

"His strength is decent, but he can hardly be considered top-tier among Celestial Immortals," Yuntian said with calm detachment, waving his hand to collect the tiger claw immortal artifact and storage treasures left behind by the fallen White Tiger King.

Almost simultaneously, accompanied by spatial vibrations and fluctuations, an icy, terrifying, and fiercely surging aura permeated the air. A cold, black-robed man with a hooked nose abruptly appeared in the midair ahead, and an oppressive, angry, and low voice reached Yuntian's ears: "Human brat, as a mere Void-Returning Earth Immortal, you actually managed to kill the White Tiger. What on earth is your background? Who is your master?"

"Another Celestial Immortal? The foundation of these Kunwu Mountains runs truly deep!" Yuntian squinted at the cold, black-robed man, the corners of his lips curving upward as he said indifferently, "My background? I'm afraid if I speak it, it will frighten you."

The facial muscles of the cold, black-robed man twitched slightly, and the icy murderous intent in his eyes grew denser. Just as he was about to speak, another figure appeared silently beside him. It was a robust man in purple robes, with a cold expression, deep eyes, and an aura of invisible, majestic mystery radiating from his entire body. The moment he was locked in the purple-robed man's gaze, even Yuntian could not help but feel an inexplicable tightening throughout his body, a trace of crisis rising in his heart.

"A Celestial Immortal? Or a Pure Yang True Immortal? He actually gives me a feeling of being a bit impenetrable!" Yuntian frowned as he stared at the robust purple-robed man, feeling inwardly startled and suspicious.

"Big brother! He killed the White Tiger!" Facing the robust purple-robed man, the cold, black-robed man appeared very respectful as he quickly shouted.

The robust purple-robed man nodded coldly to acknowledge he understood. He looked at Yuntian and asked in a cold voice directly, "Who is your master?"

"I told you, if I say it, it will frighten you," Yuntian replied casually with a faint smile.

"In the Great World of Donghua, there are not many things that can frighten me. I am quite curious to know who could have taught such a monstrous disciple like you, capable of slaying a powerful Celestial Immortal while remaining at the Void-Returning Earth Immortal stage. If you manage to survive the tribulation and become a Celestial Immortal, you will inevitably be a top-tier existence among them," the robust purple-robed man finished speaking, and without the slightest hesitation, prepared to strike.

Not expecting the robust purple-robed man to act so decisively and swiftly, Yuntian felt a slight tightening in his heart and prepared to unleash his full strength to fight him head-on. However, a familiar emerald-green figure abruptly materialized nearby—it was none other than Fairy Biyou in her emerald-green dress.

"Fairy Biyou?" Seeing Fairy Biyou, the robust purple-robed man could not help but experience a sudden change in his expression.

Meanwhile, the cold, black-robed man beside him first looked with some confusion at the abruptly appearing Fairy Biyou. Upon hearing the robust purple-robed man's words, his eyes widened in loss of composure, his mouth parting slightly as he stared at Fairy Biyou with utter disbelief: "Fairy... Fairy Biyou?"

"I wonder what relationship this brat has with Fairy Biyou?" The robust purple-robed man quickly regained his composure, cupping his hands and asking Fairy Biyou politely.

***

"Heh heh... Senior Sister, why are you here?" Yuntian looked at Fairy Biyou with a playful smile and asked.

*Senior Sister?* Yuntian's form of address struck the robust purple-robed man and the cold, black-robed man like a thunderclap, causing their expressions to alter wildly. They both knew very well that Fairy Biyou was a disciple of Lü Dongbin, and since this brat called Fairy Biyou Senior Sister, then that meant...

Upon thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on both of their foreheads. Fortunately, they had not truly struck just now; otherwise... Just thinking of the consequences made their hearts freeze with dread. To kill a disciple of Lü Dongbin within the Great World of Donghua would be tantamount to courting death in the most thorough way possible!

Frowning as she glared at Yuntian, Fairy Biyou turned her gaze instead toward the robust purple-robed man and the cold, black-robed man, saying, "Kunwu, the two of you listen carefully. As for Yuntian's identity, knowing it is enough; let it not be spread outside."

"Understood! Fairy Biyou can rest assured, we will absolutely not speak of this randomly," the robust purple-robed man, Celestial Immortal Kunwu, hurriedly nodded and said.

"Alright, you may leave!" Fairy Biyou waved her hand as if shooing away flies. Yet, Celestial Immortal Kunwu and the cold, black-robed man dared not harbor the slightest bit of dissatisfaction; instead, they responded respectfully and obediently, tucking their tails between their legs and departing like well-behaved little dogs.

After they had left, Fairy Biyou's beautiful eyes flickered with a peculiar light as she looked at Yuntian and said, "Not bad! Junior Brother Yuntian, you're quite formidable! You actually managed to kill a Celestial Immortal!"

"Ahem... Senior Sister, what's this? Can't the Celestial Immortals of the Great World of Donghua be killed?" Yuntian gave a light cough, offering a careful, ingratiating smile as he asked.

"They can be killed, of course! After all, conflicts occur among Celestial Immortals as well, and the occasional demise of a Celestial Immortal is hardly a rare occurrence," Fairy Biyou said nonchalantly, before turning her gaze back to Yuntian and reprimanding him, "However, do you even know what background and strength that Celestial Immortal Kunwu possesses? To actually think of fighting a head-on battle with him—do you really think you're invincible now?"