Chapter 1155: The Heir of the Great Yan Empire vs. Celestial Masters

Boom!
The door was smashed open, and a group of martial artists from the Central Plains strode in with fierce determination, accompanied by the howling sound of hot sand.
Among those who entered the inn, the five leading masters included three old men whose temples bulged prominently, their eyes sharp as eagles. The other two were a middle-aged man of outstanding grace and a delicate woman carrying a sword, following behind like fairies from the clouds.
“Who are you?”
The red-clothed lamas, who were currently in control of the inn, saw that the newcomers had started fighting with their own companions outside. Filled with anger, they rushed forward without hesitation, their swords and knives slicing through the air.
Hmph!
A cold glint flashed in their eyes as the three old men simultaneously let out disdainful snorts, treating the red-clothed lamas as nothing at all. They charged headlong into the encirclement…
Three men against over a dozen masters at the Mythical Realm!
A stunning scene unfolded!
Most of the red-clothed lamas used swords and knives, launching fierce attacks. The threats they posed were so severe that even the senior followers at the later stages of the Mythical Realm suffered heavy losses. But once the three old men rushed into the formation, it was as if they were in an empty space.
The red-clothed lamas’ attacks were effortlessly deflected by the three of them…
Just as the sharp sword beams reached the old men, an invisible, gentle force emanated from their bodies, easily altering the trajectory of the attacks. These forces then met the knife beams coming from another direction—with a clang!—they canceled each other out in midair!
The three old men used the same method, calmly dividing into three groups and handling the situation with ease.
Even as more red-clothed lamas joined the fight, the three old men remained calm, effortlessly handling six or seven opponents at a time. They even laughed mockingly, “Hahaha… Hu Baiwan, is this the disciple you trained at the Great Ming King Temple? He doesn’t seem very impressive!”
“…”
Hu Baiwan’s face turned ashen.
The remaining red-clothed lamas also dared not watch their own people fighting each other.
“What an impressive ‘Turn the Stars’ technique.”
Martial artists like Silver Fox and Shadow had already recognized the identities of these three old men…
Who else in the world could master the tactic of “returning the enemy’s own tactics against them” so skillfully except for the experts of the Murong family?
“I didn’t expect so many people from the Murong family to be here.”
“Not surprising.”

The Phantom cast a swift glance at the young man in white sitting prominently in the center of the hall and sighed softly, “The Murong family has, generation after generation, borne the mission of restoring the Great Yan Dynasty since birth. Their family tasks mainly involve gathering martial arts and powerful weapons from across the land. The Desert Palace is filled with treasures from all over the world, and the Murong family surely won’t miss out…”
“That man in blue from Gusu is already extremely skilled. I didn’t expect the Murong family to send so many experts as well. It seems even Hu Baiwan might not be able to overpower them.”
“Hmm…”
Wu Kuo and the others nodded in agreement behind them.
“Stop!!”
Hu Baiwan finally spoke up. The arrival of the Murong family’s experts made him feel that the situation was slipping out of control. “‘The Shift of Stars’ is truly mysterious. I beg the three elders of the Murong family to stop.”
He summoned the red-robed lama back.
The three elders of the Murong family immediately ceased their actions and returned to the middle-aged man and Miss Murong. “Family head, we have fulfilled our mission.”
“You three elders have worked hard,” said the middle-aged man, who was actually Murong Xun, the current head of the Murong family. With a humble smile on his face, he then looked up slightly at Hu Baiwan: “Since the Murong family has come here, the treasures of the Desert Palace no longer belong to anyone else. As a merchant, Brother Hu, it’s not too late for you to withdraw.” Yet his words carried a hint of threat and dominance.
Hu Baiwan’s expression darkened!
It was clear the Murong family was determined to succeed this time! Not only had they sent three supreme elders, figures at the peak of mythic power, but the family head himself led the team, along with all the elders of the Murong family—such a lineup was equivalent to one or two entire sects mobilizing.
“To make my master leave here… with just your Murong family’s strength, I doubt you have the right to do so,” said the Hu man beside Hu Baiwan coldly. Although the Murong family had many skilled members, a glance at Osaaya sitting beside the young man in white made him certain of this.
After speaking, the Hu man turned to the man who had remained silent until then:
“Master Gu, with all the Murong family’s experts mobilized, they must be here for the Desert Palace. Please step in and make them back down.”
“…”
That silent Hu man had a very square, bronze-colored face, though his eyes were slightly narrow and gloomy. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, nodded at Hu Baiwan, and stood up under the gaze of many.
Master Gu had spiders of different colors tattooed on the backs of his hands. As he rose from his seat, it seemed as though the two spiders were in the act of hunting, adding to his fierce and mysterious appearance.

“Cultists of witchcraft?”
The head of the Murong family’s expression changed, his pupils narrowing slightly.
After all, the Murong family had once ruled a region and had an extremely thorough understanding of martial arts skills across the world. Upon seeing the intricate poison box in the other person’s hands, his expression naturally turned grave.
When asked about his identity, the barbarian stood up with a proud smile and said slowly, “People in the Western Regions prefer to call me ‘Poison King’ or ‘Master of Poisons.’”
The head of the Murong family’s pupils constricted sharply!
Poison King?!
“You’re the Master of Poisons?!”
At the same time, Miss Murong in the crowd frowned and exclaimed in a serious tone, “The legendary expert who reached the realm of the Heavenly Way three years ago through the power of poisons?” As one of the most outstanding descendants of the Murong family, she had a detailed understanding of the world’s top experts and naturally knew of the prowess of the Poison King and Master of Poisons.
“No.”
The Master of Poisons continued to smile and shook his head slowly:
“It’s of course impossible for poisons to enter the Heavenly Way. People call me the Poison King because my poisons are different from others!”
“Others’ poisons are created by selecting elite insects and raising them with human blood, but mine evolve through the blood of poisons themselves, entering the Heavenly Way on their own…” Upon hearing this, everyone in the inn was shocked, including the young man in white who had been closely observing the Murong family’s experts. He was also slightly surprised, shifting his attention from the Murong family to the enigmatic Master of Poisons.
Poisons entering the Heavenly Way?!
What does it mean for poisons to enter the Heavenly Way?
“Poisons can enter the Heavenly Way?”
“All things in the world can reach the realm of the Dao—why not poisons?”
The Master of Poisons smiled proudly: “I’m not sure what the Dao of poisons really is. I’m called the Poison King because the poisons I create are beyond even the reach of experts in the Heavenly Way. Moreover… they have even killed experts at that realm before…” His tone shifted as he added a cruel edge, “I’ve long heard that the Murong family’s ‘Dou Zuan Xing Yi’ is unmatched in the world and can break through all martial arts. But I wonder if they can handle my poisons.”
“…”
Hearing the Master of Poisons’ undisguised sarcasm and provocation, the three supreme elders of the Murong family’s faces darkened.
Firstly, because the Master of Poisons indeed had a great reputation in the Western Regions and was a true expert at the realm of the Heavenly Way. Secondly, there was another major problem—poisons capable of killing experts at that realm could hardly be ordinary. Although ‘Dou Zuan Xing Yi’ could nullify all martial arts, they really had no confidence in dealing with poisons.

Facing the Gu Master, the three of them had a high chance of losing—after all, the three Supreme Elders were merely masters at the mythic realm, and they faced considerable pressure from the Heavenly Dao Gu Worms.
But in a battle between two armies, morale was crucial. If the Gu Master managed to suppress them at the Longmen Inn, the Murong family’s plan to obtain the treasures in the Desert Palace would fail.
To wait for this opportunity, the Murong family had hidden many things. They would never back down from this once-in-a-thousand-years chance. Everyone in the Murong family understood this well.
Miss Murong stepped forward from the crowd!
“It’s difficult to deal with experts of the Heavenly Dao. Without knowing both ourselves and our opponent, our chances of losing are high.”
Miss Murong whispered to her father, the current head of the family: “Father, only I in the family have any understanding of Gu Worms. How about letting me take the lead and test the Gu Master’s true strength first, before you and the Supreme Elders make a decision?”
“No!”
“Third Miss…”
“You’re no match for the Gu King. With me here, do you really need you to go and die? Step back!” Murong Xun glanced at his daughter with a complex expression. He knew full well that she wanted to find weaknesses in the Gu King, but the cost could be her life.
“Father…”
But Miss Murong didn’t give up: “In the entire Murong family, only I am qualified to assess the Gu King’s strength. You and the three Supreme Elders shouldn’t intervene yet—nothing must go wrong.”
“The miss is right,” one of the three elders said quietly.
“Elder Qin!”
Murong Xun glared angrily at the elder who spoke, but the latter simply sighed: “To achieve great things, sacrifices are inevitable. Third Miss, your generosity is a blessing to our Murong family!”
“…Father, no need to say more. This is the decision.” Seeing that the three elders were inclined, Miss Murong spoke even more firmly.
Without waiting for Murong Xun to respond, she leaped out of the crowd and appeared in front of the Gu Master.
The latter glanced at her with contempt:
“The Murong family sends just this little girl to deal with me?”
“The Gu Master is extremely powerful. If it were just me alone, it would be an underestimation of his might… Chunlan, Qiuzhu! Xiamei, Dongxue!” Miss Murong called out to the people behind her, and immediately four groups of beautiful women in colorful robes rushed forward.
Four graceful women, each holding a sword, appeared on either side of Miss Murong, and all five of them attacked at the same time.
“Oh?”

The Gu Master raised his eyebrows. Before he could speak, Miss Murong quickly interjected with firm determination, “Form the Spring and Autumn Sword Formation!”
“Yes!”
The four women replied crisply.
In an instant, their figures swirled and surrounded the Gu Master.