Dual Cultivation God Returns

Chapter 754: What Lies...



Wu Long chuckled, confirming his own guess, since just looking at the scars he knew they were made by the same weapon, and same opponent.

Bi Rui, Wu Mengqi, Nie Xiwang, Sui Luxiao, and Hua Ziyan stepped forward beside him, looking toward the five remaining scarred men while taking out their own weapons, with the last one making wrist rotations, warming up.

While taking off his mask, Wu Long turned a gaze toward Ye Ling, who nodded in return, since she would step in if things got dangerous for any of them.

Of course, the one keeping everyone safe on this battlefield was Fen Baihu, but he felt more secure if there were as many safeguards in place as possible when it came to his beauties. Seeing these preparations the leader's mood once more soured, as he could see what this was. 'Training? They are regarding dealing with us as training?', anger rose within his eyes.

He wasn't blind, so he could see that Wu Long seemed to be the one who everyone listened to, while Zhao Xieren stood quietly behind.

Even though he didn't understand it, he could tell it was true. Just as he could tell that Wu Long was the one who was going to fight him, which was why he had not yet made a move toward General Feng, triggering the start of the fight between himself and Wu Long. When the five men saw the beauties readying to fight them, their faces turned into grins. By now, seeing their colleague struggle with the red-haired spearman, although still superior, they knew better than to expect these practitioners who barely stepped into the Seven Profound Realms to have strength that should correspond to their cultivation.

But if they were going to fight them one-on-one it was a different deal.

"Haha, I better be careful not to injure them too much, though on second thought, I like it that way too", one of them spoke almost drooling at the sight, as he took out his weapon, a larger, heavier sword with a broad blade.

"Dibs on that one!", another one shot forward with a halberd, as he eyed the beauty in white regal dress, with twelve golden swords folded behind her like wings.

"Ah, shit! I wanted that one... though... they're all fine as hell", another one followed, taking out a sword, springing forward toward Wu Mengqi.

"Hehe, you all are missing out", one more holding a large axe shouted with glee, rushing toward the one with the most voluminous forms, who elegantly took out an iron fan, already imagining striking away that 'piece of scrap metal' in her hands.

The one who spoke first with the broadsword nearly became the last to move, so he hurried toward the one who seemingly planned to fight barehanded.

And the horizontal-scarred one who was eyeing the opponent with similar weapon to his own snake-tongue spear since the beauties came forward, smirked, as she was the one conveniently left to him.

Annoyance, and a well-suppressed deadly light, flashed in Wu Long's eyes, but he held back because he didn't want to take away the fights against higher-cultivation opponents that his beauties were anticipating ever since he told them they could use this opportunity.

Instead, his gaze turned toward the leader who still stood in place.

All of the canyon was enveloped in the sounds of fighting, as the five beauties met their opponents halfway, and the low-level Seven Scars Guild members were fighting against the War God Palace, but the two stood in place, separated by the cliff of the canyon.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I don't get it...", the Guild Leader finally spoke after a long pause. All this time, he waited and delayed starting the fight, trying to see through the mystery of this man.

He was expecting Wu Long to reveal a hidden cultivation that rivaled his own, or show an amazing Spiritual Treasure, but none of this was happening.

After all, techniques that hid cultivation so well, usually affected what power one could exert, and if Wu Long refused to 'reveal his cultivation' until the very moment of the fight, it could end tragically for him as he could not even have time to show his power, dying while concealing his power.

The Guild Leader didn't believe that he was facing such a foolish opponent.

And yet, the reality before him didn't make much sense.

'Tsk... idiots...', he then briefly was distracted by the fact that the one who was so eager to fight the Equilibrium Dao practitioner was now struggling against twelve golden swords.

His only salvation was that he was slowly damaging the swords, his own weapon outclassing them, which forced the beauty to put layers of protection on each sword, and also stack her swords to hit his halberd at the same time, sharing the burden, reducing the versatility of numbers.

The other one who just was swatted away, crushing into the cliff with a loud noise and raising a cloud of dust and debris, was the one fighting the iron fan user, as his big axe's power was absorbed much to his shock, which happened again and again, until it was all returned to him in one single attack.

The broad swordsman was suppressed by a dozen large Spiritual Qi fists that came at him without end, not giving him a moment to rest, while the more classical swordsman was nearly matched in swordplay by his opponent, the lively-looking swordswoman, as was the horizontal-scarred man who was frustrated by the spearplay of his foe.

'Such technique and skill... at such age...', the Guild Leader was positive all of them were among the elite of their own cultivation realms, and he could also tell they were all young, much younger than his scarred captains, each of whom was at least 500-700 years old.

This level of skill at such a young age indicated not only talent, but a top-notch instruction from experts in their respective fields, and top techniques and styles that matched their strengths.

Though the five beauties were still a bit too inexperienced, as unlike the red-haired spearman who held a scarred captain on his own, they required occasional help, which was provided by arrows of a red-haired woman and sound attacks of a Music Dao practitioner, that covered their deficiencies.

The Guild Leader could see that there were also two beauties who looked similar, one slightly more mature than the other, who held curved one-edged swords, and a woman holding a staff, ready to join in any of the fights to provide a more direct assistance.

The rest seemed like non-combatants in his eyes, but he was not certain, as it was hard to tell, but the swordswoman who stood by Wu Long's side certainly gave off a dangerous feeling, her hand gently resting on the handle of her sheathed sword exuding pressure even he felt.

His attention then returned back to Wu Long, who seemingly also finished observing the progression of the six main fights.

"I guess I can't let this prolong", the Guild Leader finally spoke up as he started slowly floating upward, a spear appearing in his arm.

'Good stuff', Wu Long's eyes lit up at the sight of the weapon, especially compared to his spear that was once cracked in battle with the alchemist in the Blue Moon Secret Realm and then reforged by himself, and then once again cracked in his battle with Gu Zhen.

The Guild Leader eyed the ones standing behind Wu Long, and then those who were fighting, "I am a merciful man, and one who values talent where I see it, as well as one who doesn't like to waste it if possible, those six you see here and the one killed before had once been my enemies, but they survived and even thrived by kneeling before me. I hope you will chose wisely, following in their footsteps, once I show you what I'll do with the one you follow"

"Pfft... this guy is delusional", Wu Mengqi chuckled while parrying an attack from her

opponent.

"Ooh... a challenger appears once more..., place your bets, place your bets!", Gong Cui spoke up, the manner in which she said those words seemed eerily familiar to most here. "Cui'er...", Gong Liwei who came out to see a battle for herself spoke rebukingly, "Where did you even head that kind of stuff?"

"Hmm? At a gambling arena in the city near Profound Music Palace... hehe, our Elder had a bit of a hobby... or a problem...? It changed depending on whether you asked him or other Elders", Gong Cui's shining smile made her older sister cover her own face with a palm.

"Those damn Profound Music Palace Elders... a palace of refined arts and profound thought... what lies", she muttered as she learned more and more that the Sect she sent her little sister to was not exactly a model of pristine morals and prudence that she initially though they

were.