Villain: Capture The Loli Sword Spirit At The Beginning

"With your strength alone, you think you can destroy our ancient Fushen Dynasty? How naive, it's probably you who are mistaken!" Lingyue swung the Zhiqian Sword.

Perhaps it was because of her long association with Gu Lingxiao, Lingyue's tone carried a hint of despising the world.

The powerful momentum of the Zhiqian Sword suppressed Mingxie Tian.

But that doesn't mean Mingxie Tian is weaker than Lingyue.

In order to conceal his identity, Mingxie Tian didn't use some of his powerful techniques.

"If it weren't for the need to hide our abilities, would these two even be our opponents?" he secretly thought.

Failing to defeat the opponent for a long time made him feel annoyed.

"Xietian, if we don't show our true strength, we won't be able to defeat them!"

"But if we do show our true strength, it will inevitably expose some things, which is different from what Father Emperor requires of us."

"Xietian, what should we do?"

The sound transmission messages kept coming, making Mingxie Tian even more restless.

While fighting, he suddenly noticed a scorching gaze fixed on him.

The person wore a black ghost mask, with a hint of mockery in their eyes.

Ming Chengfeng!

This person must be Ming Chengfeng!

"Xietian, should we retreat? If we don't reveal our identities, we definitely won't be able to defeat them!"

"Retreat, Xietian."

Mingxie Tian was unwilling.

The reward set by Mingjun was like a sword hanging over his head.

If someone else takes down the ancient Fushen Dynasty before him, they will become the new Shaojun.

Then he, the former Shaojun, will inevitably face suppression.

Most importantly, he will completely fall out of favor in front of Mingjun.

Therefore, he hoped to defeat Lingyue here.

But Lingyue's strength exceeded his imagination.

"Xietian! Continuing the fight is just a waste of time."

"Make a decision quickly, Xietian!"

"Alright, stop urging me. I'll retreat!"

Mingxie Tian shouted angrily, this sentence was surprisingly not transmitted, but shouted directly.

After shouting, he left without looking back.

The others didn't expect Mingxie Tian to be so angry, and after exchanging glances, they could only follow him in retreat.

"Our ancient Fushen Dynasty, especially you, come and go as you please!"

Lingyue also shouted angrily, and actually chased after them with her sword.

She could see why the other side chose to retreat.

Because they didn't want to reveal their identities.

But she wanted to make the other side reveal their identity, even if it was just a clue.

This way, she would finally know who the real mastermind was back then.

"Gu Lingyue, don't push your luck!"

Mingxie Tian was furious.

He didn't expect Lingyue to dare to chase after him.

She was just a slightly bigger ant.

If it weren't for Father Emperor's demand to hide their identities, he could easily crush her with one hand!

"You say I'm pushing my luck? You hide your identity because you're weak, what a waste!"

Lingyue swung her sword, with a fierce killing intent and endless golden radiance in the sword energy.

"Damn it!"

Mingxie Tian gritted his teeth and retreated.

If it weren't for the fear of Mingjun overwhelming his anger, he would have gone all out.

The other four also advised Mingxie Tian to calm down.

They were really afraid that if Mingxie Tian went all out and exposed their identities, they would lose their position as Shaojun.

If that happened, they would have to realign themselves.

Whether they would succeed or not, it's hard to say.

The remaining saints of both clans chased after them one after another.

"Withdraw from Ancient Fucheng, I don't believe they can catch up to us outside Ancient Fucheng!" Ming Xietian gritted his teeth and said.

Losing the position of the Young Sovereign finally forced him to calm down forcibly.

Lin Yuan also caught up from behind, constantly cooperating with Lingyue to disrupt Ming Xietian's retreat.

Watching this scene, cheers also came from within Ancient Fucheng.

The cultivators in the Emperor Realm and God Realm didn't know that Ming Xietian and the others intentionally hid their strength to avoid exposing their identities.

They only knew that Lingyue and the others repelled the troublemakers and perfectly completed this enthronement ceremony.

Especially the descendants of both clans.

The death of Fu Chaotian had been hanging over their heads like a dark cloud. Although Lingyue later protected them very well, they still worried about dying directly at any moment.

Lingyue's intervention this time completely dispelled this dark cloud.

It wasn't until Ming Xietian and the others endured Lingyue and the others' attacks and retreated from Ancient Fucheng that Lingyue finally stopped pursuing.

Their current strength was still not enough to support them leaving their home ground.

If they were lured away, it would be disastrous.

It was not realistic to send a group of people to pursue, and there might be people hiding in the city.

They had to protect the newly established Ancient Fucheng with all their might.

The entire city began to cheer, witnessing the sudden crisis being perfectly resolved.

This proved that Lingyue and the others were capable of protecting them.

Dynasties, aristocratic families, sects, academies...

The most important thing for these forces to attract people to join was strength.

If this force itself was in great danger and couldn't guarantee its own survival, who would be willing to join?

Even though there were external enemies, the Fu Gu Divine Dynasty had now proven its strength, which would make them feel more at ease.

Lin Yuan and the others turned around and planned to return to the square, but a flash of white light appeared.

A strong wind carrying endless spiritual power swept towards them.

"White Clan's Clan Leader Bai Churou, along with the people of the White Clan, congratulate the establishment of the Fu Gu Divine Dynasty." Bai Churou's voice was calm and firm. "Today, the White Clan is willing to offer a great gift to the Divine Dynasty!"

"A great gift?"

"Lin Yuan, let's settle our grievances with a life-and-death battle. How about adding to the excitement of today's establishment of the Divine Dynasty?"

After the Holy Road ended, Bai Churou also broke through to the Holy Realm.

She held a white jade bottle and looked calmly at Lin Yuan.

"Alright."

A ball of heavenly fire erupted from Lin Yuan's hand, blocking the fierce wind released by Bai Churou.

He also looked at Bai Churou without any emotions in his eyes.

"Then today, let everyone bear witness." Bai Churou's face was filled with a faint smile. "If I lose, the White Clan will definitely offer a generous gift. If I win, your life, Lin Yuan, will come to an end."

"Fine!"

Lin Yuan had never been afraid of any challenges.

Even though he was not in his best condition due to the recent battle, he still wasn't afraid.

As soon as the words fell, the two immediately started fighting.

Even the people who came with Bai Churou and the people from the Fu Gu Divine Dynasty were caught off guard.

The raging fire and fierce wind collided, appearing as countless green and red lights to the onlookers below.

They watched with great interest as the two fought in the sky.

Sometimes the red light overwhelmed the green light, and sometimes the green light overwhelmed the red light.

The people below watched with great interest, but Lin Yuan furrowed his brows slightly.

Bai Churou's displayed combat power didn't seem to be that strong.

The released fierce wind also seemed somewhat chaotic.

Suddenly, he remembered a conversation they had a long time ago.

At that time, their relationship was still good.

"Lin Yuan, why do you think they communicate with gestures?"

"Maybe there are things they don't want to say in public, so they use gestures to express their meaning."

"Is that so? Then let's come up with a set of gestures! Only the two of us will understand them."

"There's no need for that. They communicate like this because they can't transmit sound. We have our own secret conversations... Okay, okay, let's come up with a set of gestures."

"Hehe, good!"