Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One-Chapter 303 - 222 He is Xie Wenren!
Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen gritted his teeth and said:
"It was him! The Second Most Talented Under Heaven, Pei Yuanjing, that was the future hope of our Flame Cloud Sect! And Li Pingâan killed him! That beast!"
"Hahahaha! Good killing! Good snatching!"
The Ghost Taoist, upon hearing this, suddenly mocked:
"Who would have thought that Li Pingâan, with all his domineering behavior cloaked in sleaziness, would actually do this kind of thing? Truly reminiscent of my days of youth! Hahahaha!"
"What are you saying, Ghost Taoist? Good killing? Good snatching?" đđżđČđđ đđđ»đŒđŻđđ.đđŒđș
Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen glared at the Ghost Taoist and warned him in his thoughts:
"I will kill Li Pingâan later to avenge my disciple and also to reclaim the Immortal Slaying Sword. You are not allowed to interfere anymore!"
"Zhuge Junchen, who do you think you are?"
The Ghost Taoist replied disdainfully:
"Li Pingâan has destroyed the hope of your Flame Cloud Sect, so you want to destroy the hope of my Mount Longhu? I am your elder. When I was cultivating, you didnât even know where you were, perhaps preparing to be reincarnated as a lost spirit?"
"Let me tell you, I have decided to protect Li Pingâan! Whoever kills him, I will kill! And I will spare no expense to ensure his safety!"
"Hmph! What an arrogance!"
Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen said with disdain:
"Let me tell you, Ghost Taoist, this is a notice, not seeking any response from you. You better think it through, if you dare protect Li Pingâan today, no cultivators present will let you off!"
"As if you would let me off even if I donât protect Li Pingâan!"
The Ghost Taoist also issued his final ultimatum:
"Not only must Li Pingâan not die, but he must also continue to fight! To fight for the Imperial Court Offering spot on behalf of Mount Longhu and to revive it! The time has come for a change of eras among All Taoist Sects Under Heaven! The hope rests on Li Pingâan!"
"Fine! Ghost Taoist! Remember, you said it!"
Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen said with an indifferent laugh:
"Hahahaha, well, today we shall see who is superior. Today is also a good day for me to rid the world of Taoist sects of you, the Devil Lord full of evil doings!"
The Ghost Taoist said excitedly, readying himself for the fight:
"Youâre not that old and you dare to refer to yourself as âold manâ? Since you want to fight me, letâs have a good time!"
Although Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen failed to persuade the Ghost Taoist, he effectively notified him. Now all that was needed was for the Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, to announce the final results.
Once the results were out, he could force Li Pingâan to fight him to the death outside Moyun Temple!
"Immortal Fei He, the martial arts competition between Mount Longhuâs cultivator Li Pingâan and Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao has ended. Quickly announce the results, will you?"
Faced with Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchenâs pressure, Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, looked at the battleground where the winner and loser were already determined, and shouted towards the person lying on the ground, masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao and none other than Xie Wenren, not knowing whether he was dead or alive:
"Cultivator Nangong Zhidao from the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple, do you wish to concede? Or are you already... dead?"
"..."
The person masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao lying on the ground still did not speak, nor did anyone see his body move, as if he really was dead!
"It seems like Li Pingâan killed Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao!"
"Whatâs the point of asking, Immortal Fei He?"
"Although Li Pingâan was injured, he still won in the end!"
"This time, he really made Mount Longhu proud!"
"Whatâs that really supposed to mean? With Li Pingâanâs current strength, which disciple from The Four Great Noble Paths can defeat him?"
"It means that as long as Li Pingâan continues to fight, starting this year, Mount Longhu will definitely have a spot among The Four Great Noble Paths!"
"Think no more, Mount Longhu will be revitalized by Li Pingâan!"
Just when everyone thought that Li Pingâan had won and Nangong Zhidao had been defeated, unexpectedly, the person lying on the ground masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao stood up. However, he was disheveled, covered in dirt, and one could hardly make out his face, aside from knowing he was Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao.
"Ridiculous! How could I possibly concede?"
The voice of Xie Wenren, masquerading as Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, sounded extremely relaxed, seemingly unharmed by Li Pingâanâs Immortal Slaying Sword.
"I want to keep fighting!"
"What, you still want to compete?"
Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen and Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, among others naturally did not wish for the competition to continue. Mount Longhuâs Li Pingâan and Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao had been fighting for long enough, from around five or six oâclock until it was dark at past seven. If the competition were to go on, judging by Li Pingâanâs and Nangong Zhidaoâs intention to drag out the fight, it could go well into the middle of the night!
All those present hadnât even eaten dinner and were exhausted from the dayâs ordealâbarely able to cope any longer.
What was more critical was that if they wanted to get the final results today after Mount Longhuâs Li Pingâan and Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao finished fighting and wait for other disciples to complete their matches to select the final four, it would likely take until the Zi Hour of the night.
In truth, all this was secondary. Time could be spent, and meals could be eaten the next day. But Flame Cloud Sectâs Master Zhuge Junchen was in a hurry to reclaim the Immortal Slaying Sword and to kill Li Pingâan to avenge his deceased disciple.
He had lost all patience!
Mount Longhuâs Li Pingâan and Orthodox Zhengyi Templeâs Cultivator Nangong Zhidao had been playing a tug-of-war, taking turns winning, stretching the competition for so long that it exhausted everyoneâs patience!
"What, youâre still going to fight? How long have you been at it! Why doesnât one of you just concede?"
Although Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, Immortal Fei He, was relieved that there were no casualties, he didnât want them to continue fighting either, so he pleaded with them, requesting:







