Tianpo was truly angered. He said coldly, "Patriarch Yu, you should know that the sword tomb has never been the Yu Family's possession! What right do you have to give the sword tomb to another sect? Originally, I still wanted to leave each other some face and part on good terms. Since this is how it is, then there is no need to leave this bit of face anymore. I would like to see how you intend to keep me and my Little Master here!"
Tianpo's blade body turned blazing red. Vast energy gathered, as if it were about to explode at any moment.
Mu Lan's expression couldn't help but change slightly.
This level of energy…
He had originally thought that, as a Mahayana Stage cultivator, he would be sufficient to deal with it. But now it seemed that might not be enough.
"Who wants to stop Little Master?" Amid flying sand and moving stones, Tianpo's voice was deep and filled with intimidating power.
"Senior Giant Sword, don't be impulsive! Please don't be impulsive!" Yu Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly ordered the Yu Family members to retreat.
He cautiously glanced at Mu Lan.
He had done his best.
But the situation now was no longer something the Yu Family could control.
If this giant sword went berserk, it might be able to destroy the entire Yu Family.
Mu Lan said in a deep voice, "Senior Giant Sword, your current might is indeed astonishing. But how long can you sustain such astonishing might? A thousand years of time, even if you accumulated some energy, that must still be limited. Once this energy is exhausted, what can you do then?"
And the people of Yuehua Sect were about to arrive at any moment!
Mu Lan only wanted to stall for time, waiting until the people of Yuehua Sect arrived.
Whether it was this giant sword or Yun Jin.
None of them were leaving!
Anything that Yuehua Sect set its sights on had never failed to be obtained.
Tianpo grew even angrier. The red color on the blade body became even more vivid, like a mass of burning flames. Terrifying might gathered from all directions toward Tianpo, as if it were about to spew fire and destroy everything before it.
Yun Jin was momentarily somewhat surprised. Tianpo's temper was quite fierce.
As she was thinking this, Tianpo's voice sounded in her mind.
"Little Master, don't be afraid. I'm just dragging things out a bit, frightening them. If my guess is correct, the owners of the four keys should be arriving soon. With people from the four great holy lands present, Yuehua Sect won't be able to stir up any real trouble."
In Tianpo's heart, the four great holy lands and Wushuang Sect were still in an alliance-like relationship. Those people coming would naturally be to help the Little Master rebuild Wushuang Sect.
Yun Jin wasn't as optimistic as Tianpo. However, since everyone wanted to delay time, then delay it.
Mu Lan didn't know Tianpo's intentions. At this moment, he was fully on guard, ready to fight at any time.
With the tacit understanding on both sides, the scene became one of surging winds and rolling sand, extremely spectacular, yet Tianpo kept absorbing energy and stubbornly didn't truly make a move.
Mu Lan also found this strange, but he was happy to see it. He only became even more vigilant.
Suddenly, Mu Lan sensed something, and a trace of wild joy flashed through his eyes.
He saw several black dots at the horizon growing increasingly clear.
Then a group of men and women dressed in Yuehua Sect robes arrived gracefully.
At the front was a woman with an indifferent expression.
That woman said coldly, "Who is trying to take away something belonging to my Yuehua Sect?"
"Xuehan, you arrived just in time. This sword tomb was originally the property of my Yuehua Sect, yet this junior wants to take the sword tomb away. This concerns the dignity of the sect and cannot be allowed. You and I join forces and must keep this sword here," Mu Lan said impatiently.
Xuehan Immortal had already learned about what had happened here on the way. After Mu Lan spoke, she directly stepped forward, her expression cold as she looked at Tianpo.
"Impressive might. Unfortunately, it is already at the end of its strength and will not last long. How about this, you obediently come back with us to Yuehua Sect. What just happened will be written off, and we will not pursue it. If you are unwilling, then we will have no choice but to use some compulsory methods."
Xuehan Immortal threatened as she spoke, a slender ice sword appearing in her hand. It gleamed with cold light and looked extremely terrifying.
"Oh? Compulsory methods? I would like to see what kind of compulsory methods you can use," Tianpo said with a cold laugh.
Back when he followed his master, he had not stained his blade with Mahayana Stage blood just once or twice.
Now he truly was a tiger fallen to the plains, any random cat or dog dared to stand before him, Tianpo!
He merely couldn't bear to waste energy. Did they really think he was afraid?
Tianpo was just about to make a move.
Qin Ping stood up with a smile, "Your Yuehua Sect seems to be showing off its power a bit too much. I can't really stand to watch anymore."
Mu Lan shot Qin Ping a cold glance, "Qin Ping, before you meddle in others' affairs, you'd best see whether you have the ability. Otherwise, you might end up dragging yourself in as well."
This was an open threat. Qin Ping acted as if he hadn't heard it and simply said, "Treasures with spirits choose their own masters. Since ancient times, such things have happened more than once or twice. I have heard that those heretical cultivators and evil paths, driven by greed, will disregard a treasure's will and forcibly seize it. Now, seeing Yuehua Sect's behavior, what difference is there between this and those heretical evil paths? Today, I have truly broadened my horizons."
"Qin Ping, slandering my Yuehua Sect like this, do you know what consequences there will be?" Xuehan Immortal also looked over coldly. "Or is it that you, Qin Ping, also want to stick your hand into this treasure? You want to fight for it, fine, go ahead and make a move! But if Canglan Kingdom suffers calamity because of you alone, you will likely become a sinner for all eternity!"
Qin Ping narrowed his eyes, his voice also turning cold, "What, I merely spoke a few fair words, and you threaten me? And now you even want to move against Canglan Kingdom? Fine, fine. What a so-called super sect, Yuehua Sect! Lin City is a territory of my Canglan Kingdom. Being occupied by Yuehua Sect for many years is already a humiliation. If you still want to go too far, do you think I am afraid of you?"
Qin Ping snorted coldly, and a scroll appeared before him.
Within this scroll were all the works of his life. Each time he added another work, the scroll grew thicker by one layer.
Now Qin Ping had accumulated for a thousand years. This scroll was as thick as a brick, and it continuously emitted golden light, it's clearly no ordinary object.
The expressions of Mu Lan and Xuehan both changed slightly.
They dared to threaten Qin Ping because they knew that dynasty cultivators valued the common people greatly. Thus, in daily conduct, they were bound by many constraints and acted very cautiously.
As for the matter of the sword tomb, given Qin Ping's personality, he wouldn't normally push things to this extent.
But now.
He had even taken out his life-bound scroll. This was a sign that he was ready to fight to the death!
These dynasty cultivators were cautious during ordinary times, but once they fought, each of them was protected by Qi luck and were absolutely not easy to deal with.
"Qin Ping, it's still not too late to stop now. You don't need to wade into this muddy water," Mu Lan said coldly.
Qin Ping said expressionlessly, "Enough nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight."
He showed no intention of backing down.
At this point.
Mu Lan and Xuehan both felt a headache coming on.
Not to mention them, even Feng Linglong couldn't help but look at her own master in surprise.
Her master had acted very low-key for the past thousand years and would never easily get involved in disputes unless necessary.
Yet today, for Yun Jin, he directly stood against the super sect Yuehua Sect.
Feng Linglong couldn't help but look at Yun Jin with confusion. What exactly was so special about this girl that could make Master go to such lengths for her?