Chapter 4550
“Master Qian, what do you mean? Are you going to interfere?”
Mu Kunrong questioned Master Qian.
“Master Mu, you misunderstand. How could I interfere? I just need to activate the ring’s formation to prevent your fight from harming anyone else.”
As Master Qian spoke, he waved his hand, and the stone pillars surrounding the ring began to glow, enclosing the platform in a protective barrier.
“There’s no need for all this trouble. One move is all I need to kill this brat!”
Mu Kunrong snorted dismissively. He didn’t see a mere Tribulation Realm cultivator like Kai as a threat.
With the ring’s formation activated, Mu Kunrong fixed his gaze on Kai, his aura surging fiercely.
“Go to hell!”
Mu Kunrong launched a punch at Kai.
With the power of a fifth-grade Mahayana Realm cultivator, this punch was overwhelmingly destructive.
The enormous fist engulfed the entire ring, leaving Kai no choice but to confront it head-on.
“Pathetic…”
A smirk of disdain curled at Kai’s lips as the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand glowed with golden light.
Swish!
A surge of sword energy shot into the air, colliding with Mu Kunrong’s fist.
The deafening impact shook the entire arena.
Without the formation’s protection, the blast’s aftermath would have claimed the lives of many cultivators.
The arena’s void became a chaotic swirl, and both Kai and Mu Kunrong vanished from sight.
The force of their clash had shattered the very fabric of space.
As the void gradually stabilized, the two figures reappeared before the crowd.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, eager to see who had the upper hand.
Kai stood calmly, the Dragon Slaying Sword still in his hand.
When their gaze shifted to Mu Kunrong, they were shocked.
Mu Kunrong’s right arm had been severed, with blood still gushing from the wound.
His face was ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage.
In addition to his anger, Mu Kunrong was deeply shocked.
That attack had instantly revealed Kai’s true strength.
Despite being a fifth-grade Mahayana Realm cultivator, his arm had been severed by Kai, a mere Crossing Tribulation Realm cultivator!
Such an unimaginable event left Mu Kunrong in disbelief.
“Boy, you really do have some skills!”
Missing an arm, Mu Kunrong now regarded Kai with a new sense of wariness.
“You’re just too pathetic…” Kai shook his head slowly.
He didn’t boast of his own abilities; instead, he dismissed Mu Kunrong’s weakness.
“With that sword strike, I aimed to end your life. You won’t survive this, so face the reality.”
“If you kneel, beg for mercy, and offer me some resources, I might consider sparing you,” Kai said lightly.
Kai’s words were a deep humiliation to Mu Kunrong.
The onlookers gaped in astonishment. A cultivator in the Crossing Tribulation Realm was openly humiliating a fifth-grade Mahayana Realm master. The world truly had changed!
Without witnessing it firsthand, no one would have believed it.
“Boy, the Mu family has a heritage spanning thousands of years. As its head, I would never dishonor my ancestors!”
“Think you’re so powerful? I’ll risk everything to fight you today…”
Mu Kunrong declared, then squatted and began drawing a pattern on the ground with his own blood.
The pattern was strange, resembling a monstrous figure.
Kai frowned. Why would he start drawing now?
There was clearly a scheme at play, but Kai couldn’t yet determine what it was.
When Liu, the chief steward, saw the pattern, he was visibly shaken.
“Master, no… Don’t do this!” Liu pleaded desperately.
His fear was evident, but Mu Kunrong waved him off and knelt before the pattern.
“Ancestors of the Mu family, summoned by my blood, I beg for your aid!”
Mu Kunrong knelt with reverence, muttering incantations to himself.