Chapter 216 Borrow A Knife

Immortal?

What is an immortal?

Immortals are like picking stars and taking the moon, they follow their words.

If an immortal's sword was drawn, then the sword intent would be like a sea. When the saber was released, the saber radiance was infinite.

Immortals have a long lifespan and endless freedom.

It was the end point that every cultivator in this world was pursuing, and it was the limit of their strength.

Even an Earthly Immortal possessed the ability to overturn rivers and seas in a single battle.

And now, Mu Ji, who was either sitting in front of Cui Ting, was such an immortal.

His expression changed from a sinister smile to astonishment, from astonishment to horror, from horror to fear. The series of transformations sounded extremely complex, but it actually only happened in the blink of an eye.

Cui Ting pointed at Mu Jirushi and said, "You … you're actually an immortal …" His voice trembled and stammered, revealing the horror in his heart.

This kind of shock not only originated from the widely spread fact that Mu Ji, who had no cultivation, was an immortal, but also from how difficult it was for a Confucian scholar to cultivate into an immortal. It wasn't that such a thing hadn't happened, but in history, people who had become immortals by relying solely on Confucianism and Taoism were rare. Even counting Mu Ji in front of them, it was only five fingers.

"There are no lack of immortals in the world. Why can't I be?" Mu Ji said with a smile, but his eyes did not have much color. It was still the same immutable Twilight Qi.

"You dare to make a move?" Cui Ting's expression became even uglier, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime. "The Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, the Great Zhou Dao Sect, the Great Xia Long Yin Temple, and the Ya Qi Lunar Temple's Four Directions Alliance. Aren't you afraid of incurring death if you dare to violate them?"

"The Four Directions Alliance? Back then, Immortal Emperor Li Wenjing had already broken the rules when he personally conquered. This Four Directions Alliance was just a bluff. Did Cui Guozhu really think that he could scare me?" Mu Ji shook his head and said. "I, Mu, am about to die, why should I fear the calamity of killing myself?"

After saying this, Cui Ting's expression darkened a few more times, turning into an extremely ugly color of pig liver.

He looked at Mu Ji for a while and then said in his extremely dry voice, "Mu Ji … no … Prince Mu, think about it."

"Even if the Four Directions Alliance is a piece of waste paper, it still concerns the reputation of the Sword Mausoleum and other sects. If Your Highness is willing to let me leave, Big Yellow City will be the boundary … No … Tianshan Mountain will be the boundary, I will return all of them."

"Fifty thousand Mu Clan troops are behind and sixty thousand soldiers are in front of Big Yellow City. Cui Guozhu should stop thinking about it. The only thing I want is for the two hundred thousand Great Xia cavalry to walk along the path of the Yellow Springs with me." Mu Ji very valiantly rejected Cui Ting's request for peace, and also cut off his last thought.

Cui Ting's eyes sank at that moment.

After all, he was a pillar of the Great Xia Empire. He had been in the battlefield with his father since he was thirteen years old. He had experienced even the most dangerous situations of death. Even when facing an immortal, he had never thought of giving up resisting after realizing that there was no hope for peace.

He looked at Mu Ji and thought about how to break the situation.

Just how powerful an Earth Immortal was was an indescribable concept. However, there was one thing that even though an immortal was powerful, it was still far from invincible. He had keenly captured Mu Ji's seemingly surging aura, hiding strands of dark energy.

That thing should be called Death Qi.

Mu Ji kept saying that he was a person who was about to die. From the dense aura of death to the point where even the Earth Immortal Realm was unable to contain it, it must be true. However, everyone knew that this immortal's lifespan would increase by a hundred years after a lightning tribulation. Logically speaking, since Mu Ji had become an immortal, even if he had a formidable innate hidden illness, he would still be cured by the power of heaven and earth. He shouldn't be troubled by countless orders. However, such doubts only flashed in Cui Ting's mind.

He knew that even so, the Mu Ji in front of him was enough to threaten him and the two hundred thousand troops behind him. The death energy wrapped around his body was unknown. To him, Cui Ting, it was not bad news. At the very least, this death energy allowed him to see the possibility of defeating the Northern Region King.

When Cui Ting thought of this, he did not hesitate at all. His hand suddenly stretched out, and the two hundred thousand troops behind him were drawn out like royal decrees. The saber halberd clanged out of its sheath, and even when facing an immortal, its sharpness was still cold. This Cui Ting could be ranked among the three pillars of the Great Xia Empire, but there was something extraordinary about him. Just the aura of the 200,000 soldiers under his command was enough to make most of the armies in the world feel ashamed of him.

'"Mu Ji, you are a dying Earth Immortal. You really think you can defeat my 200,000 cavalry. Even if you lose my life today, I will let you experience the courage of my Great Xia man! Thirty years ago, Lin Shoushou's 100,000 archers were able to break through my Immortal Emperor's body. Thirty years later, my 200,000 cavalry will be able to kill a mere Earth Immortal like you!"

After saying this, the two hundred thousand troops behind him let out a loud roar.

"Kill!"

Cui Ting gave the order.

The warhorses hissed and the yellow sand rose. The two hundred thousand cavalry charged towards Mu Ji like a tide wrapped in lightning.

…

The man in the wheelchair looked at the aggressive army and felt the earth tremble.

He suddenly raised his head and looked into the night sky, looking into the distance behind the clouds and starlight.

The distance between the Great Xia cavalry and him was no more than ten zhang.

To an elite cavalry, such a military strength could be obtained in just a few breaths of time.

However, Mu Ji did not have the slightest intention of resisting or dodging. In front of the tens of thousands of soldiers at that time, his thin and weak body was nothing like an ant.

He still raised his head and looked at the horizon.

It was as if he was waiting for something.

Cui Ting was right. He was just a dying immortal. It would not be easy for him to fight against two hundred thousand troops on his own. Even an immortal at his peak would have to expend a bit of effort to accomplish this, not to mention his appearance.

Great Xia's cavalry were getting closer and closer.

Mu Ji could even clearly smell the noises of the warhorses on the soldiers' legs, and he could also feel the cold aura of thousands of killing intent gathered together.

However, he still stared at the horizon.

It was very difficult to destroy this 200,000 strong army.

So he needed to borrow a little bit of external force.

Although he felt a little guilty, at that moment, Mu Ji still decided to trouble that person again.

Because in this world, other than him, Mu Ji didn't seem to be able to find a friend who could truly reveal his heart.

So his mouth slowly opened as the halberds extended towards his body.

He looked into the night sky, into the distance.

He said softly.

"Commander Yuan, may I borrow your saber?"

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