Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 249 - 195: Eight Nine Profound Art!

Chapter 249: Chapter 195: Eight Nine Profound Art!

"Hmph! You’re in quite a hurry to humiliate yourself, aren’t you? Fine! Since you’re eager to disgrace yourself and leave in defeat, I’ll grant your wish!"

Observatory Master Immortal Fei He of Moyun Temple immediately stood up and announced loudly:

"Ding Group, Li Ping’an of Mount Longhu against Jia Zhengfeng of Immeasurable Sect starts now!"

Under the watchful eyes of the suspicious crowd, just as the Ghost Taoist had predicted, Jia Zhengfeng underestimated Li Ping’an because he looked down on Mount Longhu, and thus did not bother to use his Taoist magic immediately, opting instead for martial cultivation.

As his whole body shook, a layer of Red Battle Qi appeared around him, and at the same time, his strength and speed were rapidly enhanced within a short period of time.

Li Ping’an, seemingly careless, looked back at the Ghost Taoist and ultimately said helplessly:

"This stubborn and unreasonable old Ghost Taoist insists on pushing me into the top four. It has put me in a position where I have no choice but to comply. Well then, I may as well finish this guy off quickly with just two fingers."

Sitting at the front, Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect reckoned Li Ping’an was just waste from Mount Longhu, waiting for him to make a fool of himself, thus he took the opportunity to mock:

"Junior Sister, do you think this Li Ping’an can win?"

Zixia thought for a moment and hesitated:

"It’s hard to say. I haven’t seen him for many days, but I can feel that his cultivation has improved significantly, so he might stand a chance of winning."

"I think this Li Ping’an is bound to lose..."

Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect hadn’t finished speaking when Jia Zhengfeng of the Immeasurable Sect suddenly disappeared from everyone’s sight. When he reappeared, he was strikingly above Li Ping’an, aiming a punch filled with fierce wind at Li Ping’an’s face.

Yet, Li Ping’an merely smiled faintly, his arms still crossed. To the onlookers, it seemed as though he had been scared stiff, unable to react, not moving at all.

"This cultivator from Mount Longhu, Li Ping’an, can’t even defeat an ordinary martial fellow, can he?"

"Are you blind? Didn’t you see Li Ping’an is too scared to even move!"

"With this punch, Jia Zhengfeng should be able to smash Li Ping’an’s mask, right?"

"Mask? I think even his head will explode! Hahahaha!"

"Who told him not to give me the direct promotion spot! Jia Zhengfeng, kill him!"

The crowd of cultivators, watching the immobile Li Ping’an, unanimously decided he was undoubtedly bound to lose.

"What the hell is this guy doing? Waiting to die?"

The worried Ghost Taoist was ready to intervene at any moment to help Li Ping’an turn defeat into victory.

Eldest Senior Brother of Flame Cloud Sect leaned in to Sect Master Zhuge Junchen and scoffed:

"Master, is this the strength of an Earth Immortal? Hahaha! Ridiculous! It looks like Xie Wenren intentionally deluded the junior to get revenge!"

"Let’s wait and see..."

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect was indeed able to keep his composure.

"What? He doesn’t fight back? Or is he unable to react in time? This Li Ping’an must be the third person who was secretly watching at the Fallen Dragon Pit last night!"

Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan was a bit taken aback at this, feeling perhaps he had overestimated Li Ping’an of Mount Longhu!

Seeing this, Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect seized the opportunity to mock again:

"Junior Sister, it looks like it’s about to end!"

Even the naive Zixia could discern the subtle mocking from Senior Brother Taishi Bao’s repeated jeers and replied irritably:

"Brother, what if he wins?"

"Impossible!"

Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect replied adamantly:

"He can’t even defeat a warrior of the Lower Nine Streams. I think we should forget about him joining our Qingyun Sect, to avoid getting scolded by master for only admitting trash into our sect."

Zixia got even more upset and defiantly tilted her head:

"Brother, if he wins, you’ll have to speak well of him to master, to let him join our Qingyun Sect!"

"Agreed! It’s a deal!"

"This devious, foul-mouthed waste who shows no respect for his elders is going to lose, hahahaha!"

Observatory Master Immortal Fei He of Moyun Temple was very much looking forward to seeing the detestable face behind Li Ping’an’s shattered mask.

People around were watching with various thoughts, but up until now, they all believed that Li Ping’an was undoubtedly bound to lose.

"Dream Marriage!"

The reason Li Ping’an had not yet used his Divine Skills was because he was waiting for Jia Zhengfeng of the Immeasurable Sect to get close to him; otherwise, if the distance widened, others might see his method, and he would surely be guarded against in the future.

Just as Jia Zhengfeng’s fist was only eight inches from Li Ping’an, everyone saw Jia Zhengfeng, who was about to deliver a fierce blow, suddenly stand still in front of Li Ping’an, motionless.

"What’s going on here?"

Immeasurable Sect Leader Taishu Yiqing, the first to be shocked, exclaimed aloud.

"What’s happening?"

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of Flame Cloud Sect, Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect, Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, and Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, shocked by what they saw, all turned their attention to the Ghost Taoist below.

Needless to say, they all believed the Ghost Taoist was intervening covertly, helping Li Ping’an evade the blow.

However, the excited Ghost Taoist spread his hands wide, proving he hadn’t intervened, and then looked at Li Ping’an, muttering:

"What kind of evil magic is this kid using? It’s even more sinister than my spells!"

"It’s that technique again! Li Ping’an, what kind of spell are you using?"

Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, witnessing this scene, was not surprised; after all, he had seen Li Ping’an using this move to control Pei Yuanjing previously in the abandoned residencies at the Fallen Dragon Pit. He merely smiled faintly, then looked to his left shoulder and whispered: