Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2570 The First Battle
As soon as the mountain ghost's words came out, all the practitioners present were stunned.

The audience was silent.

"How dare she...?"

"Did I hear correctly? Does the mountain ghost want to challenge Donghuang Taiyi?"

Not to mention practitioners from other countries, even the practitioners of the Later Liao Dynasty doubted their own ears when they heard it and were frightened out of their wits.

"My Lord, this..."

"Didn't the Imperial Master come here to be challenged? Why would she challenge others?"

Faced with questions from other Hou Liao practitioners, Murong Feixing broke out in a cold sweat and didn't know how to answer.

This time, he was appointed by his brother Murong Feilan to lead a group of practitioners to watch the rank ceremony. Not only was he the adopted son of the Later Liao, he was also newly crowned as a prince.

Murong Feixing was originally full of energy after being given an important task, thinking that he could finally take charge. However, he was faced with such an embarrassing situation before the rank ceremony even started.

Murong Feixing couldn't help but think of what the King of Later Liao said to them when he said goodbye.

"Your Majesty, I am still young and my realm is still low. If I lead the troops of the Later Liao in this way, I am afraid..."

"Don't worry, when you get to Former Qin, someone will support you."

At that time, Murong Feilan smiled with an unfathomable look on his face, and Murong Feixing thought that the person he was referring to was Ying Baoyue.

Now it seems that his elder brother, who is so wise that he is almost a demon, has guessed that the mountain ghost will come down the mountain, and that this group of people will meet the national teacher of their Later Liao for the first time?

Shan Gui is not only the national teacher, but also his aunt whom he has never met in terms of seniority.

And his current aunt has publicly challenged Donghuang Taiyi, the strongest person in the cultivation world.

Murong Feixing's mind was filled with all kinds of unexpected situations and he was completely unable to react.

The other practitioners who were watching did not react either.

But Ji Mo and Shan Gui have already made their preparations.

"Oh? You want to challenge me?"

Ji Mo narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"Yes, please advise."

Murong Yin's face was calm. She took a step back from Ji Mo, putting some distance between them for a formal fight.

"No, wait a minute..."

Dongfang Yi, Xiang Jun and Xu Canghai were also very surprised, but they were all veterans after all. When they noticed the change in Ji Mo and Murong Yin's aura, they skillfully retreated outside the battle line and called on the practitioners from their country who were watching the battle to retreat.

Seeing the Sons of God retreat, other casual cultivators and common people around also hurriedly retreated, while setting up barriers to protect themselves. Cultivators of lower realms and vendors desperately ran in the opposite direction, fearing that they would be affected.

In an instant, everyone retreated completely, and only Ying Baoyue was left at the foot of the mountain besides Ji Mo and Murong Yin.

Ying Baoyue stood stiffly between the two of them, not moving.

"Step aside."

Ji Mo glanced at her, meaning that she was blocking the way.

Ying Baoyue was certainly not unaware of the change in atmosphere. She took a deep breath and said, "I thought that this time, I would be the one challenging all the seniors in the rank ceremony."

"You think too much," Ji Mo said calmly, "The Rank Ceremony was originally used to rank the Sons of God. If someone is dissatisfied with their rank, they can challenge it."

It is indeed correct to say that the first rank ceremony was a big melee among the Sons of God.

But Ying Baoyue never expected that the first round of war would not start on her.

"Besides, it was she who challenged me," Ji Mo glanced at Murong Yin coldly, "As Donghuang Taiyi, I should accept the challenge."

Ying Baoyue quickly walked to Murong Yin's side and grabbed the woman's sleeve, "Master's Wife..."

There was a pleading tone in her voice, but she couldn't say anything else.

The other practitioners around watched Ying Baoyue's actions from afar and were very confused.

"What happened to Baoyue?"

Ji Jiashu was also puzzled. In his opinion, Murong Yin was willing to challenge his father first, which was beneficial to Ying Baoyue.

He was actually very afraid that Ying Baoyue would come up and fight with his father. Now that the mountain ghost was leading the charge and consuming his father's strength, wasn't this a good thing?
"It's not that simple," Li Ji quietly watched the battlefield in the distance, "I'm afraid the mountain ghost is no match for your father."

Ying Baoyue's reaction was enough to explain everything. She was the person who knew Shan Gui and Ji Mo's strength best in the world. The battle between masters was extremely dangerous, and the loser was likely to die on the spot.

"Hug the moon."

Murong Yin smiled, "You think I'm no match for him and you're afraid I'll die, right?"

Ying Baoyue hesitated and turned away, "The Xirong people haven't appeared yet, and our two great masters are fighting to the death. It's too unwise."

This was the excuse she gave.

Murong Yin smiled and said, "This is a battle of ranks. With so many Sons of God here, even if the Xirong people want to cause trouble, they will be discovered."

"No matter what, you are still here, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge force hit him and Ying Baoyue was pushed out of the fighting circle.

"Master's wife!"

"do not come!"

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Murong Yin shouted loudly, and Ying Baoyue's feet froze in mid-air.

"Baoyue, Lord Donghuang and I are destined to have this battle."

Murong Yin pulled out a thin sword from the handle of the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and slowly pointed it at Ji Mo.

Ji Mo's eyes became even colder and he drew the Sword of Gou Jian, King of Yue, from his waist.

The tips of their swords were facing each other in the air.

An unimaginable aura spread out from the two of them. Ji Jiashu, who was sitting in the carriage, felt the murderous aura and his scalp tingled.

"This is……"

Li Ji narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

An invisible barrier descended from the sky, covering the battle circle drawn by Ji Mo. At the moment when Li Ji made his move, he sensed two other forces appearing from the south and beside him.

Li Ji glanced sideways and said, "You are here."

Only then did Ji Jiashu realize that a young man in white clothes and silver hair had appeared in the carriage at some point and was actually sitting next to Li Ji!

"You you you... who are you?"

The young man glanced at him with his silver vertical pupils, his eyes extremely cold.

Ji Jiashu had seen this kind of look in another young man in red and a woman in black.

"White Tiger God?!"

Li Ji looked at the silver-haired boy whom he had met once in Xiling Snow Mountain, "Are you just going to let her die?"

Ji Mo is an old monster who has experienced hundreds of battles, but Murong Yin has never come down the mountain, let alone fought against other practitioners.

Although she has reached the second level of realm, she is just a fairy who is detached from the mundane world.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what the outcome of a fight between these two men will be.

"Fighting Ji Mo has always been A Yin's wish," the silver-haired boy said expressionlessly, "You know, I can't change what she really wants to do."

"This battle concerns her dignity as the Son of God. I will not interfere."

"is it?"

Li Ji looked at Ying Baoyue who was standing next to the barrier, "Then let's see who will be the real winner."

Things have come to this point, and he can't let Ying Baoyue leave there.

Murong Yin was probably planning to weaken Ji Mo's strength for Ying Baoyue even at the cost of herself?

The first battle of the Rank Ceremony took place between two fated rivals.

Sensing the barrier set up by the gods, many of the hiding practitioners couldn't help but move forward again.

However, before everyone could get closer, the figures of Ji Mo and Murong Yin inside the barrier disappeared at the same time.

Accompanied by the sharp whistling of the wind, a white figure appeared in front of Ji Mo like a ghost.

I haven't written a battle for a long time. I'm nervous.