Abyss Walker

Chapter 143 A Conspicuous Bag in the Crowd

Yun Muhan's wisdom and strategy once again earned him respect. He did not conquer the Demon Beggar Kingdom by force, but won their hearts through a peaceful contest.

The people of Moqi Kingdom began to believe that peace could also bring prosperity and strength. In the squares of Moqi Kingdom, crowds thronged, and discussions rose and fell.

Yun Muhan stood on the high platform, his gaze piercing, his figure appearing exceptionally tall in the sunlight. But Yun Muhan knew very well that the road to peace would not be smooth sailing, and there would always be those who tried to disrupt this hard-won tranquility.

Yun Muhan's gaze pierced through the noisy crowd, precisely locking onto the few men in turbans. Their movements, though concealed, were impossible for him to hide from. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, as if he were already quite accustomed to such petty tricks.

His movements were effortless, yet they exuded unparalleled confidence. With a gentle twist of his wrist, as if directing an elegant dance, the Dugu Sword beside him seemed to come alive, cutting through the air with a soft sword cry, like a dragon's roar, in accordance with his will.

The sword light, like a silver lightning bolt, pierced through the clamor of the crowd. The hidden weapons in the hands of the men in the turbans were still drawing ominous trajectories in the air, but before this sword light, they were like fragile pieces of paper, easily torn apart.

The tip of Dugu Jian drew a perfect arc in the air, each swing carrying precise calculation and unparalleled elegance.

The sword energy was like an invisible net, intercepting all the hidden weapons. Under the effect of the sword energy, they made a crisp cracking sound and turned into countless fragments, scattering all over the ground.

The people present, who were initially tense about the impending chaos, were suddenly awestruck by Yun Muhan's swordsmanship.

Their eyes were filled with awe, and some even unconsciously took a few steps back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire of this sudden battle.

Yun Muhan's lips curled slightly upward, his every movement exuding composure, as if all of this had been anticipated. The hem of his robe swayed gently in the wind, forming a striking contrast with the Dugu Sword in his hand—one still, one in motion; one soft, one strong—perfectly embodying the demeanor of a martial artist.

A flicker of fear crossed the eyes of the men in the turbans. Their plan had been easily thwarted, and their hidden weapons were no longer a threat. Their movements were stiff; they clearly hadn't anticipated Yun Muhan's swift and precise reaction.

Dugu Jian completed its final arc in the air, returning steadily to Yun Muhan's hand. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its tip untouched by blood, yet it already conveyed to everyone its sharpness and Yun Muhan's strength.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept across the crowd again, his eyes revealing an undeniable authority. He didn't speak, but everyone understood that the small commotion had been quelled, and that Yun Muhan, this seemingly gentle man, possessed a power not to be underestimated.

Yun Muhan's voice echoed across the square: "Peace does not mean weakness, but requires greater courage and wisdom. Today, I demonstrate my strength in the name of peace, but not for conquest, but for protection."

His words revealed determination and strength, instilling fear in those with ill intentions, because Yun Muhan's strength was not only due to his martial prowess, but also to his wisdom and magnanimity.

Yun Muhan knew, of course, that true trust was not built by conquering others to establish a great image, but by protecting and guiding others to earn sufficient respect.

Yun Muhan: Of course, if you have absolute strength, or absolute contracts and methods, you can ignore my nonsense. The current Demon God, Doomsday, one of the eight demon gods in the Demon Realm, achieved the ability to lead the ghosts of a country through magic spells, and without any flaws.

The reason is... all their subordinates were abandoned by the gods, all once powerful rulers who shed blood for the divine realm and gave everything for it, yet in the end... each one died with a deep-seated resentment. This apocalypse was originally intended for the celestial beings of the divine realm...

Feeling threatened, Yun Muhan quickly interrupted his thoughts.

On the other side of the square, the air suddenly became heavy, the temperature plummeted, and it was as if time itself had frozen due to the cold.

The figure of the ice-elemental master appeared and disappeared, his eyes flashing with a cold light. His hands quickly formed hand seals in the air, and the surrounding water vapor rapidly condensed into sharp ice spikes, like arrows ready to be fired.

Yun Muhan's perception was like an invisible spider web, covering the entire square; no slightest fluctuation could escape his notice. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something, and he gently raised his right hand, his index finger lightly tapping the air.

Just then, an almost invisible wall of energy appeared out of thin air, like a transparent barrier, silently hovering in front of Yun Muhan. A faint light flowed around the wall of energy, as if dust particles in the air were dancing in the light, but its intensity should not be underestimated.

The ice-elemental expert finally launched his attack. Ice spikes rained down like a meteor shower, carrying a biting chill and a whooshing sound as they hurtled through the air, heading straight for Yun Muhan. However, when these ice spikes struck the air barrier, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall of steel, shattering into ice shards scattered on the ground.

A flicker of fear flashed in the ice-elemental expert's eyes; he couldn't believe his attack had been blocked so easily. His hands trembled slightly, a result of the backlash from the excessively concentrated cold energy and internal force. His attack, capable of easily penetrating even steel, seemed utterly powerless before this seemingly thin barrier of energy.

A faint smile appeared on Yun Muhan's lips, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He knew that this battle had only just begun; although the ice-elemental expert's attack had been blocked, his opponent clearly wouldn't give up easily.

The ice-elemental expert took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner shock. He hurriedly tried to hide himself, afraid of being discovered by Yun Muhan, but Yun Muhan simply ignored him. The reason was simple... such an inconspicuous figure was not even worthy of Yun Muhan's attention.

Yun Muhan's senses were extremely sharp; he noticed the anomaly almost the instant the poisonous fog appeared. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He knew that in such a chaotic battlefield, an ambush by a poison expert was often fatal.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Yun Muhan took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging. His inner strength, like a giant dragon lurking in the deep sea, surged forth from his dantian with each breath, rushing out along his meridians.

This internal energy was powerful and pure. It flowed through his body like a clear spring, cleansing his internal organs and keeping out the poisonous mist that tried to invade. A faint halo appeared on Yun Muhan's face, a sign that his internal energy had reached its peak.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his arms and gently pushed his palms forward. With his movement, a powerful internal force surged from his palms, forming an invisible wall of energy. This wall of energy acted as a barrier, firmly blocking the poisonous fog and protecting the surrounding crowd.

A resolute glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He took another deep breath, and this time, his internal energy was not just used for defense, but to absorb the poisonous mist. When the poisonous mist came into contact with his internal energy, it was like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, quickly melting and purifying itself.

While absorbing the poisonous mist, his internal energy was also transforming it, converting the harmful toxins into harmless energy. This process was extremely complex and required exceptional internal energy control skills, but Yun Muhan performed it with ease.

Finally, he exhaled softly, his breath containing his transformed inner strength, which transformed into a gentle breeze that spread out quickly and softly. Wherever this breeze reached, the poisonous fog was quickly dispersed and dispelled, as if it had met its nemesis.

Yun Muhan's movements were fluid and elegant, with every detail revealing his profound internal strength and deep understanding of poisons.

His sleeves swayed gently with his movements, as if dancing with the breeze, while his hair fluttered lightly in the wind, displaying a transcendent charm.