Otherworldly Evil Monarch Chapter 872 - The Fisherman Watches as the Snipe and the Clam Grapple

Chapter 872: The Fisherman Watches as the Snipe and the Clam Grapple

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The most satisfying part was that these people were all Saint Emperors! At their level, everyone spoke based on their strength alone. Also, all of them were very fixated on their own opinions. Once they determined something to be true to them, whether the other person tried to explain or not, made no difference!
From the Chen Family to here, all the misunderstandings were basically still unresolved. The higher someone was in society, the harder it was to resolve any misunderstandings. Because everyone’s identity was incredibly lofty!
Explanations were the weapons that only the weak relied upon! Power was everything, and the bigger fist, the mightier reason!
Even if it was really a misunderstanding, the loss of face was not something that they would willingly accept!
Exciting? Satisfying? The interesting stuff was still behind! This show hadn’t even reached the most exciting part yet. Jun Mo Xie stepped out and followed after them soundlessly. If he didn’t finish watching this show, he wouldn’t be able to sleep…
After all, he was directing this show himself, personally causing the three Holy Lands and the Misty Illusory Manor to engage in a big fight… The thrilling drama of the three Holy Lands and the Misty Illusory Manor was about to screen!
The scene at the Chen Family seemed to be just a warm up! But if they started fighting now, it would be on a completely different scale! Because, the Saint Emperors of the three Holy Lands and the Misty Illusory Manor were all fighting as well!
The significance was different!
Moreover, the difference this time was also too difficult to reconcile!
Why?
The answer was simple. Whether it be the Free and Natural Physique disciple, or He Zhi Qiu and Hai Wu Ya’s weapon, all of these issues were a result of Jun Mo Xie’s tricks. As long as Young Master Jun did not come out and confess, these few idiots would continue to carry the black wok 1 , unable to wash away the crime forever.
But would Young Master Jun confess? The answer was obvious even without asking! This fellow had worked so painstakingly to set up this entire situation. How would he possibly sabotage himself?
Just like that, all 10 Saint Emperors were doomed for tragedy together.
In this entire world, how many Saint Emperors were there altogether?
Although the Misty Illusory Manor’s strength was not completely estimable, but just judging from the surface, there definitely wouldn’t be more than 30 in total! Furthermore, all of them were ancient old fellows!
Right now, he’d already instigated a fight between 10 Saint Emperors… It was the equivalent of causing half of the world’s Saint Emperors to fight among themselves!
Furthermore, regardless of the result of this fight, whether any real casualties would appear, the already frail alliance between the three Holy Lands and the Misty Illusory Manor would definitely cease to exist, completely breaking apart. Within the short term, it was impossible for them to cooperate or make up again!
From then on, the three Holy Lands would be the three Holy Lands, and the Misty Illusory Manor would just be the Misty Illusory Manor!
This result was something that Jun Mo Xie hoped desperately for! Otherwise, why would he spend so much effort to set up such a grand drama?
God knew how many brain cells Jun Mo Xie had sacrificed to attain this result today! Even back at Blizzard Silver City, from the moment Jun Mo Xie met the ambassador from the Misty Illusory Manor, he’d already guessed the relationship between the three Holy Lands and the Misty Illusory Manor!
At the end of the day, these four factions were remnants of the same ancestor. As long as there was an external force that could threaten them, they would naturally group together to overcome it!
Jun Mo Xie had only offended the three Holy Lands, and he hadn’t posed much threat to the Misty Illusory Manor yet! The three Holy Lands was still easier to deal with, but the Misty Illusory Manor was comparatively much harder to deal with. Because, that place was simply too mysterious! It did not belong to same space as them, and while everyone knew of its existence, apart from the people of the Misty Illusory Manor, no one could enter that space!
For the past 10,000 years, no one had managed to infiltrate the Misty Illusory Manor!
They were unlike the three Holy Lands who could not move from their worldly position.
Jun Mo Xie going against the three Holy Lands was an inevitable thing. When the Holy Lands were in danger, the Misty Illusory Manor would most likely send assistance, even if they didn’t have sufficient reason to interfere. They wouldn’t simply watch as the three Holy Lands were destroyed! And what Jun Mo Xie was scared of the most was this.
Before destroying the alliance between the four factions, he wouldn’t rashly make a move no matter what. Because if they truly joined hands, they had enough power to even wipe Tian Fa Forest off the face of this world!
Such a terrifying level of strength had even been capable of sealing the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master away for several hundred years, let alone the fledgling Jun Mo Xie.
So although Young Master Jun was incredibly enraged, he did not dare to truly jump out and be a target! He only dared to perform sneak attacks, attempting to hit and run, never meeting them head on!
And it was all because of his apprehensions towards the Misty Illusory Manor! When faced with the unknown future, Jun Mo Xie always chose to be more careful and wary. This series of schemes was something that he’d been sitting on for a long time, but hadn’t had the chance to pull it off.
This time, he finally obtained the chance, and it was even a perfect chance bestowed by the heavens!
If the Misty Illusory Manor was out of the picture in this alliance of the four great factions… Keke, Young Master Jun would really be able to act without any inhibitions! The skies were broad enough for the birds to fly at ease, and the oceans vast enough for the fishes to go as they pleased. Perhaps, at the most critical moment, he could still make use of them again… If he really couldn’t beat them, he could still run into Tian Fa Forest to seek refuge for a moment. The three Holy Lands would only be able to stare helplessly if he did that! What an enjoyable thing was that?
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
And the friend of the enemy when turned into their foe… is even more ferocious!
Young Master Jun flew along with a jolly spirit, humming a happy tune in his mouth. At a certain juncture, he even swayed his butt arrogantly until it rippled like the waves of the ocean…
When he reached a large lotus pond over a hundred li away, he saw four grown men fighting fiercely. The battle had already reached a fever pitch, like fire set to dry tinder!
“How exhilarating! This is definitely more exciting than the blockbuster action movies on Earth! What a sensory enjoyment this is!” Young Master Jun found a place with better fengshui and sat down, deeply inhaling the fresh night air as he enjoyed the fight…
The main characters in this fight were naturally Bai Qi Feng, He Zhi Qiu, Cao Guo Feng, and Hai Wu Ya! These four people were all fighting bare handed, with no weapons were involved. Hai Wu Ya and He Zhi Qiu’s belongings had all been stolen by Jun Mo Xie, so even if they wanted to use weapons, they couldn’t.
As for Bai Qi Feng and Cao Guo Feng, they weren’t willing to take advantage of their opponent’s lack of weapons. Cao Guo Feng’s cultivation had already reached the third level of Saint Emperor, and his strength was superior to any of the people present. Engaging in single combat was already enough for him to be deemed as bullying the weak with his strength. If he still used a weapon while his opponent was empty handed, that would be too dishonorable.
The other five Saint Emperors of the Misty Illusory Manor watched from the side, all of them itching for a go as well.
From the way things were looking right now, Hai Wu Ya and He Zhi Qiu were likely not going to be able to avoid suffering a tragic defeat tonight.
Young Master Jun watched from the side with a peace of mind. He had the feeling that by watching from a distance a fight between two tigers, he could definitely join in the fun somehow, reaping huge rewards!
Two Saint Emperors against seven, while the Misty Illusory Manor’s side had a third level Saint Emperor whose strength far surpassed theirs! The results of a match up like this was basically obvious right?
Of course, if a Saint Emperor simply wanted to run, even if the Misty Illusory Manor’s Saint Emperors joined hands, it would be difficult to stop even one of them! But the problem now… was that the nine of them had all gone mad with anger!
They needed to vent their anger! To vent it violently!
The battle gradually grew more and more heated, even containing certain traces of not wanting to back down until one side dies!
At this moment, Young Master Jun was practically clapping his hands with glee!
Well done, by the time all of you are done venting, you will realize that even if you’re not dead, you will be ridden with injuries, and your strength will be greatly sapped! At least 95 percent of your strength will be gone! At that time, it will be this third level Venerable Young Master’s time to go crazy!
Of course, if the nine Saint Emperors’ strength were all depleted… that would be the best. But Young Master Jun only entertained the thought for a moment and didn’t hold any hopes of it being realized. The difficulty of that was simply too high and unrealistic…
Loud bangs rang out continuously, and rocks and sand flew everywhere. Jun Mo Xie sat underneath a tree not far away, leaning casually against its trunk as if he were watching a classic Kungfu movie. His eyes were squinted with delight, and his mouth was spread widely with a grin.
The only imperfect thing was that those fellows were all fighting with constipated faces and lowered heads, without a single piece of dialog or sound effects, resulting in a rather dry experience for Young Master Jun…
But his expectations was truly a little too hard to meet. If Saint Emperors were to fight and curse at each other with each blow… would they still be Saint Emperors?!
Although the cause of the fight, and the fight itself were all nonsensical!
Pa!
All of a sudden, a clear sound like two hands clapping together rang out, and a sharp whistling sound filled the air. The intense sound surged out in all directions, as though countless sharp arrows!
Then two more grunts sounded at the same time. Bai Qi Feng and He Zhi Qiu both flew backwards, but they changed directions mid flight, forcing themselves to charge forward again. The intense degree of the battle had risen to a whole new level again!
At this time, He Zhi Qiu’s body stopped abruptly as he spread his arms and legs, before clapping them together instantly. “Life and Death are determined by the Autumn Winds; Heaven and Earth are boundless and indistinct!”
In the instant that the words came out of his mouth, the originally harmonious spring weather in the entire area was changed, and the soft spring breeze turned into a cold and strong autumn wind filled with sorrow and frigid chill!
The unique Xuan Qi that He Zhi Qiu sent out scattered far and wide. No matter how far it went, all the lush meadows there would wilt and turn yellow as soon as they came into contact. Nearby, the tall green trees suddenly swayed, and all the leaves turned into yellow lusters, which then gradually separated from the branches, and the pieces fell one after another. When they left the branch, there were still some green on them, but as they fluttered through the air, they became completely yellow, like a dance of golden leaves!
The yellow leaves danced wildly in the air, slowly accumulating into a carpet of gold. A white figure stood silently in midair, his silhouette shrouded by the rain of leaves. He was dressed in hemp clothing and a high hair crown on his head, and his gaze was filled with desolation and bleakness.
As he looked at this image, Jun Mo Xie had a sense of tranquility, as if he was staring at a beautiful transcendental painting. He couldn’t help but to think of a Tang dynasty poem. Swaying his head lightly, he recited: “Countless leaves rustle, fall and drift down and away baring trees; Endlessly, the Yangtze flows, and with billows abounds… how truly enchanting ah…”
However, in this beautiful and enchanting image, there was a thick sense of desolate killing intent, a killing intent filled with gloom and forlornness!
Ten Thousand Li Sorrowful Autumn!
He Zhi Qiu’s unique skill!