At least it should be the Profound Profound Realm!

And Mu Zhao at this moment is already 2,800 years old!

There’s only two hundred years until the end of his lifespan!

Two hundred years, how can he cultivate a Quasi-Saint?

Mu Zhao is already at the end of his rope, already insane.

The culprit behind all of this is Chen Kuang!

He must kill him!

But from Mu Zhao’s eyes, Chen Kuang detected something was amiss.

He shouldn’t "hate" like this.

Mu Zhao could be disdainful, could be furious out of shame, but not hateful.

After all, Chen Kuang was just a junior, having only killed his disciple.

For a "Martial Saint," isn’t there always an abundance of disciples?

But now Mu Zhao hates Chen Kuang to the extreme because of this.

This is unreasonable.

Thinking of how Mu Zhao was willing to go against all other sects just to forcibly push Wen Yao to become a Saint.

Would two Saints be invincible in the world?

Impossible.

There must be some other reason that made Mu Zhao believe that, with the help of a Saint’s Disciple, he could ignore all the other Saints.

Chen Kuang narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke:

"Mu Zhao, you call yourself ’tyrannical,’ but in reality, you’re just ’stubbornly self-opinionated,’ unable even to protect your disciples. What ’tyranny’ are you talking about?"

Mu Zhao’s face turned grim: "You impudent brat, barking wildly."

Chen Kuang said, "I killed two of your disciples, and you’re this angry? Your tolerance is really too small."

"That Martial Saint Pavilion, the Dao Transmission Stele, don’t they count as your disciples? Aren’t there quite a few talents there? Isn’t there anyone who has learned your supreme skill?"

"Or is it that... you’re just fishing for fame and the Dao Transmission Stele never actually contained your ’Dao’?"

Chen Kuang said with amusement, "That’s why no one could learn it."

"Wanting a good reputation yet being miserly and reluctant to let go, tsk tsk, what a ’tyranny’ indeed."

Mu Zhao’s face grew even uglier, and he said nothing.

Chen Kuang laughed and said, "Mu Zhao, your lifespan isn’t long now, is it?"

Mu Zhao paused: "Shut up!"

Chen Kuang continued to mumble:

"It seems so, that’s why you’re so angry about having no one to pass your legacy to."

Mu Zhao remained silent, his attacks growing all the more fierce.

Chen Kuang continued, "I can."

Mu Zhao was momentarily stunned, even Lv Zhexiong was surprised, not understanding what Chen Kuang was saying at this moment.

Chen Kuang looked at Mu Zhao and smiled, "I mean, your supreme skill, I can do it."

Mu Zhao hardly hesitated, laughing mockingly: "You are at a dead end, gone mad?"

Chen Kuang stood up shakily.

His spirit was exhausted at this moment, his hair withered and white, his body not severely injured, but his soul was already in tatters.

But even so, it was enough for him to use a form of "Domineering Winds and Rain."

Form with rhythm preserved, rhythm with contained spirit.

Mu Zhao’s laughter abruptly stopped, staring at Chen Kuang in disbelief, his eyes almost cracking.

Chen Kuang retracted his stance, saying blandly, "I just took a glance and learned it, but back then my cultivation was too weak to use it."

Chen Kuang looked at Mu Zhao and suddenly smiled and said softly, "You see... why not accept me as your disciple? I think my aptitude should be much stronger than those two useless ones."

"I’m merely seeking survival, you’re just seeking a disciple, a wise man submits to circumstances, this principle I understand well, with the Martial Saint backing me, no one else would dare covet the Elixir of Longevity."

This was a completely absurd proposal.

But at this moment, Mu Zhao couldn’t help thinking... what if... what if... Chen Kuang really became his disciple?

Yes, his talent is too high, how long has it been? He’s already at the Peak of Moon Embrace Realm, and he learned my supreme skill just by glancing at it!

If I let him cultivate my ’Dao,’ what then?

Then, my ambitions can still be realized!

To consume the same Dao and brush against the void!

Completely feasible!

In an instant, Mu Zhao seemed to see that long-awaited future.

This guy, after all, is just a pitiful wretch being hunted everywhere, seeking protection, isn’t that quite normal?

Mu Zhao subconsciously asked, "Are you... really thinking this?"

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

Chen Kuang couldn’t hold it any longer, bursting into laughter: "Of course I’m fooling you! Silly Martial Saint!"

He leisurely pointed a finger towards the sky, and said:

"Front flattery and back humility, it’s the conduct of a petty person, not belonging to ’tyranny.’

Mu Zhao’s face changed wildly.

"Crack!"

Almost in an instant, Mu Zhao’s entire "Dao Realm" began to collapse!

His Dao Heart, shattered!

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ps: Sorry for being late, really tired, I’ll update after some sleep orz