Chapter 386 - 387: The Arrogant Ninth Floor Master

"A bunch of trash!"

The Drunken Sword Immortal Spirit scoffed with disdain.

In its eyes, these people making an enemy of Su Mo were just asking for a beating, showing a complete disregard for their own lives.

"Hahaha, so you really are here!"

He Tianteng burst into a manic laugh.

Even though he’d expected it, he couldn’t help but let out an arrogant laugh upon seeing everyone from the Drunken Immortal Tower gathered here.

"This is the ancestral tomb of our Drunken Immortal Tower. It is not a place for you. I suggest you take your people and leave immediately."

A dark look flashed in the Ninth Floor Master’s eyes.

However, He Tianteng had no intention of leaving. He sneered, "Who the hell are you to tell me to leave? You think I’ll just scram because you said so?"

"Today, not only are we going to kill you, we’re going to demolish this stone hall, smash your ancestor’s coffin to pieces, and leave him without a proper burial!" Luo Fenghua declared, his face murderous.

"How dare you!"

The Ninth Floor Master glared at Luo Fenghua, his rage boiling over.

’This bastard is infuriating.’

’Wanting to kill me is one thing, but to destroy our ancestor’s tomb and even desecrate his coffin... He’s no better than an animal.’

The Ninth Floor Master said furiously, "Fine! Fine! Since you refuse to leave, then I have no choice but to fight you to the death."

There was nothing more to say.

BOOM!

The Ninth Floor Master clenched his fist, and a terrifying power instantly erupted around him, forming a violent storm.

Nearly everyone present could feel the Ninth Floor Master’s rage.

Luo Fenghua, however, was unfazed. He said unhurriedly, "You think you can fight me to the death with your mere Martial Venerable Perfection Realm? What a foolish dream."

With that, he too unleashed his power, which was on a completely different level from the Ninth Floor Master’s.

It even surpassed the Ninth Floor Master’s.

RUMBLE!

The tyrannical power formed a shockwave that slammed wantonly against the stone hall’s walls, causing them to crack and crumble.

It seemed he truly intended to destroy the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor’s stone tomb.

Seeing this, the Ninth Floor Master held back no longer. He was the first to attack, lunging at Luo Fenghua with his sword.

"Drunken Sword Technique, Sixth Form!"

"Die!"

A sky full of sword images, brimming with powerful Sword Qi, created a terrifying aura, as if it could overturn the very heavens.

Luo Fenghua, however, remained completely unaffected. He weaved through the Ninth Floor Master’s sword images with utter ease, like a butterfly flitting through a field of flowers, completely untouched.

Despite the Ninth Floor Master’s ferocious attack, Luo Fenghua emerged without a single scratch.

Even his clothes were perfectly intact.

"This Drunken Sword Technique is certainly impressive, and powerful enough, but unfortunately for you, your Realm isn’t high enough."

Luo Fenghua taunted him before unleashing a barrage of Palm Seals toward the Ninth Floor Master.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sword images shattered and dissipated under the bombardment of the Palm Seals.

Luo Fenghua took a single step, appearing high in the air before the Ninth Floor Master. He looked down and said, "If I’d known you were this pathetic, I would have dealt with your Drunken Immortal Tower long ago. Why would I have waited until now?"

BOOM!

A massive amount of purple energy gathered in Luo Fenghua’s palm. He then unleashed a ferocious purple Palm Seal at the Ninth Floor Master.

"What?"

The Ninth Floor Master’s expression was one of pure shock. He retreated desperately, trying to evade the deadly power of the purple Palm Seal.

He knew that he was not strong enough to block such a powerful strike.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The purple Palm Seal shattered the air as it advanced, clinging to the Ninth Floor Master’s trail like a flesh-eating maggot.

"Drunken Sword Technique, Third Form!"

On the verge of defeat, the Ninth Floor Master suddenly had an idea. He raised his sword and executed the third form of the Drunken Sword Technique.

With a single thrust, sword light flared in all directions.

"The third form of the Drunken Sword Technique? Have you run out of tricks?"

Luo Fenghua sneered.

’Even the most powerful sixth form of the Drunken Sword Technique couldn’t touch me. What could a weaker third form possibly do?’

’It probably won’t even graze the hem of my robes.’

But in the next instant...

SHINK!

The moment the sword light flashed, the purple Palm Seal was cleaved in two as if it were made of paper.

"What?"

Luo Fenghua’s face drained of color in shock.

The purple Palm Seal was an application of the Purple Sky Palm, a technique created by the ancestor of his Purple Cloud Palace, and he had cultivated it to its absolute peak.

And yet, it had been split apart by the third form of the Drunken Sword Technique.

’What’s happening?’

’How could the third form of the Drunken Sword Technique be so powerful? It’s even stronger than the sixth form!’

Before he could even begin to understand, the Ninth Floor Master’s sword was already upon him.

Its momentum unabated!

SHINK!

The sword moved like lightning, approaching from an impossible angle and piercing straight through Luo Fenghua’s shoulder.

Instantly, blood splattered across the floor.

"You..."

Luo Fenghua stared at the Ninth Floor Master in disbelief. He never would have dreamed he could lose to him.

After all, he was at the Martial Venerable Great Perfection Realm, a full Realm higher than the Ninth Floor Master.

Normally, he should have been able to crush the Ninth Floor Master with ease.

However, the Ninth Floor Master was even more shocked than he was.

’The third form, modified by Su Mo, is this terrifying? It let me turn the tables and win, even with a one-Realm gap in power.’

’It’s incredible!’

’If Su Mo modified the sixth form of the Drunken Sword Technique too, wouldn’t I be able to kill Luo Fenghua instantly?’

The Ninth Floor Master grew excited at the thought.

"Luo Fenghua, you have lost!"

The Ninth Floor Master declared, pointing his sword at Luo Fenghua.

Luo Fenghua’s face twisted, his expression turning grim.

He had been defeated by someone he could have easily beaten before.

And his opponent had even overcome a gap in their Realms to do it.

’How humiliating!’

It was like a vicious slap to the face. Not only had he lost all face, but his cheeks burned with shame.

"So what if Palace Master Luo lost? You still have to deal with us!"

"Heh, Ninth Floor Master, you just got lucky. It was a fluke that you managed to injure Palace Master Luo. What’s there to be so arrogant about?"

"Pathetic trash!"

He Tianteng, Hua Gu, and the others all chimed in with their taunts.

The Ninth Floor Master, however, was not the least bit discouraged. On the contrary, his face was full of confidence.

He believed that with the third form Su Mo had modified, he could defeat every single person here.

"You think I’m being arrogant?"

The Ninth Floor Master said coolly, "If you want to run your mouths, go right ahead. But if any of you have a problem with it, feel free to step up and try me."

"How dare you!"

"Who are you to provoke us, you piece of trash?"

"If I were to make a move, I could crush you like an ant!"

He Tianteng and the others roared, filled with fury.

Since when did the Ninth Floor Master, a man a full Realm beneath them, have the right to act so arrogantly?

"Then stop talking and do something!"

The Ninth Floor Master said coolly, "If any one of you can defeat me, I will gladly let you destroy this place. I’ll even let you take my head and kick it around like a ball. How about it?"

Huh?

At these words, He Tianteng and the others exchanged glances, their faces etched with astonishment.

’Is the Ninth Floor Master really that confident?’

’Could he be hiding some other trump card?’

As if reading their minds, the Ninth Floor Master said calmly, "Don’t worry, I have no other tricks up my sleeve. I can defeat you all with just the third form of the Drunken Sword Technique."

"Do you really mean that?"

He Tianteng asked.

The Ninth Floor Master declared with cold arrogance, "If I use any move other than the third form of the Drunken Sword Technique, may I be struck down by lightning and die a miserable death."