Chapter 387 - 388: Shameless Scoundrels

"Heh heh, those are your words!"

He Tianteng let out a great laugh and abruptly unleashed his cultivation.

BOOM!

In that instant, an endless torrent of Spiritual Qi, like a surging river, erupted from He Tianteng’s body. It transformed into innumerable silver moonbeams that clung to his entire frame.

From a distance, He Tianteng looked as mighty as if possessed by the Moon God, and a terrifying pressure permeated the entire stone hall.

"This is... the Bright Moon Technique!"

"Legend says that when the Bright Moon Martial Emperor created this Cultivation Technique, he soared to the moon itself. He comprehended the heavens and earth from up close, and only then did he create this supreme Emperor Tier Cultivation Technique."

"Soared to the moon? Is that really true?"

"Whether it’s true or not, the Bright Moon Technique is incredibly terrifying. Add to that Sect Leader He’s Martial Venerable Great Perfection Realm, and he’s practically an invincible existence."

Shocked murmurs rippled through the crowd.

He Tianteng stated with cold arrogance, "I don’t know where your confidence comes from, but you can just wait for the heavens to smite you!"

"Heh heh!"

The Ninth Floor Master smiled lightly, still appearing incredibly confident.

He Tianteng’s eyes narrowed. A Bright Moon Long Spear materialized in his hand, trailing the silver light that surrounded him as he charged furiously toward the Ninth Floor Master.

The spear strike was like a furious dragon bursting forth, threatening to shatter the very heavens.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

The Ninth Floor Master glanced indifferently at He Tianteng and charged forward with his sword!

It was still the third move of the Drunken Sword Technique!

SHIING!

The sword light transformed into a brilliant streak, striking He Tianteng’s spear with a powerful momentum that seemed to tear through the air.

The two collided violently.

But in the next instant...

He Tianteng’s cold, arrogant expression suddenly warped. The Bright Moon Long Spear he had materialized was being rapidly shattered by the Ninth Floor Master’s blade.

"What?"

He Tianteng was shaken to his core. He hastily mobilized all his strength to defend himself, just barely managing to block the Ninth Floor Master’s blade.

’What’s going on? How did his Sword Move suddenly become so powerful?’

He Tianteng was so shocked his jaw dropped.

No wonder Luo Fenghua lost.

The power of the Ninth Floor Master’s sword strike was dozens of times stronger than usual, far exceeding his expectations.

If he hadn’t been on guard and unleashed a major technique with his Bright Moon Technique, that single strike would have killed him instantly.

Hmm?

The Ninth Floor Master looked at He Tianteng in surprise.

’This strike... it actually didn’t defeat He Tianteng?’

But it had stunned He Tianteng.

After all, when Su Mo modified this move, he had only watched it once and hadn’t formally cultivated it yet.

To be able to defeat Luo Fenghua and stun He Tianteng was already incredible.

"If one sword isn’t enough, then I’ll use another!"

The Ninth Floor Master once again used the third move of the Drunken Sword Technique and attacked He Tianteng.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

He Tianteng was forced back step by step.

However, before he could steady himself, the Ninth Floor Master attacked again with another sword strike.

Under the successive tyrannical attacks, He Tianteng was forced into a corner with no way to fight back, not even a moment to catch his breath.

The fourth strike...

SHIING!

The brilliant sword light, like the might of the heavens, viciously slashed at He Tianteng’s chest, and blood sprayed out.

"You..."

He Tianteng looked at the Ninth Floor Master, shamed and furious, his eyes filled with terror.

If that sword strike had been any stronger, it would have split him in two.

"You’ve lost!"

The Ninth Floor Master stood proudly, sword in hand. "Just as I said, I only used the third move of the Drunken Sword Technique and not a single other."

He Tianteng’s mouth twitched violently. This was a complete humiliation.

He truly hadn’t expected that the Ninth Floor Master, who had always been weak and incompetent, had become so ferocious in such a short time.

With just four moves, he had been heavily injured.

"This..."

Seeing He Tianteng’s blood-drenched chest, a thick gloom fell over both Hua Gu and Tianbei’s hearts.

For a rare moment, neither of them offered any taunts.

The Ninth Floor Master scanned everyone on the opposing side, his gaze finally landing on Hua Gu and Tianbei. He challenged, "Not convinced? Feel free to come up and fight!"

Their faces paled.

But they still didn’t dare to step forward and accept the challenge.

"Hahaha, our Ninth Floor Master won!"

"We have to thank Su Xiaoyou for modifying the Sword Move. If not for that, the Ninth Floor Master would have been smashed to a pulp long ago."

"Su Xiaoyou is comparable to a Sword God."

The Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Floor Masters all cast looks of awe at Su Mo.

Su Mo nodded lightly, standing behind the crowd, keeping his contributions and identity hidden.

In contrast, He Tianteng and his group looked grim.

The two strongest Martial Venerable Great Perfection experts had been defeated one after another by the Martial Venerable Perfection Ninth Floor Master. It was incredibly humiliating.

’Are we just going to let it go like this?’

’Of course we can’t let it go. Otherwise, in a few more days, everyone from the Drunken Immortal Tower will have learned this move. Who knows how strong they’ll become? It will be even harder to eliminate them then.’

’Then there’s only one path left!’

’A group attack?’

Clutching his bleeding shoulder, Luo Fenghua came before the Ninth Floor Master. "Ninth Floor Master, you may have defeated me, but your Drunken Immortal Tower will not survive today."

"What are you trying to do?"

The Ninth Floor Master frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

The corners of Luo Fenghua’s mouth lifted slightly, revealing a treacherous smile. "Everyone, let’s attack together!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

In an instant, dozens of Martial Venerables collectively stepped out from the crowd, a dark, oppressive mass, all of them erupting with tyrannical cultivation.

Wave after wave of terrifying power surged forward.

"You... you... you have no honor!"

The Ninth Floor Master said furiously.

They couldn’t beat him in single combat, so they were ganging up to destroy the Drunken Immortal Tower. They had none of the dignity expected of masters.

Luo Fenghua said with a smirk, "No honor? Heh, you’re welcome to gang up on us as well!"

The Ninth Floor Master’s face stiffened.

The other side had dozens of Martial Venerables alone, while they, at a generous count, had only eight or nine people.

The gap was simply too great.

There was no way they could be their opponents.

Luo Fenghua looked at He Tianteng. "Sect Leader He, let’s the two of us join forces to kill the Ninth Floor Master."

"Fine!"

He Tianteng had been defeated by the Ninth Floor Master and was still seething. Now that he had a chance to kill the Ninth Floor Master, he agreed without a second thought.

"Bright Moon Long Spear!"

"Purple Sky Palm!"

Two Martial Venerable Great Perfection experts simultaneously unleashed their ultimate moves, viciously attacking the Ninth Floor Master.

"Drunken Sword Technique, Third Move!"

The Ninth Floor Master struggled to unleash his strongest sword strike.

BOOM!

Three supremely powerful forces collided in mid-air. The impact caused the entire stone hall to tremble violently amidst rolling smoke and dust and flying rubble.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the tomb chamber collapsed.

However, the Ninth Floor Master was completely unharmed.

He Tianteng exclaimed in admiration, "Tsk tsk tsk, you truly are the Ninth Floor Master. Even Palace Master Luo and I together couldn’t defeat you."

He couldn’t help but admire the immense power the Ninth Floor Master displayed.

But then, He Tianteng gave a sinister smile. "But what if we add another Martial Venerable Great Perfection?"

"What?"

The Ninth Floor Master’s heart couldn’t help but sink.

They actually wanted to fight him three against one.

’How can I possibly withstand that?’

He Tianteng shot a look at Li Dao Ming, who immediately took the hint. "Then you can add me to the mix!"

BOOM!

Li Dao Ming stepped forward imposingly.

The Ninth Floor Master said sarcastically, "Three Martial Venerable Great Perfection experts ganging up on a single Martial Venerable Perfection. Even if you win, you’ll still be shameless."

"You can mock us after you’re dead!"

Li Dao Ming roared furiously, "Kill him together."