Chapter 1489: 1488: Young Master Muyang, the Junior Hall Master, Battle

Chapter 1489: Chapter 1488: Young Master Muyang, the Junior Hall Master, Battle

The Golden-armored Warrior said impatiently.

Xu Zimei slightly frowned, then relaxed and asked, “Tell me the truth, who really wants to see me?”

“You’ll know when you go,” the Golden-armored Warrior replied.

“As expected, it looks like you lied to me,” Xu Zimei said.

“So what,” the Golden-armored Warrior snorted coldly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zimei’s figure erupted.

He directly grabbed the opponent’s neck, using immense power to smash the opponent’s head violently against the nearby wall.

The wall shattered, like tofu.

The Golden-armored Warrior’s figure was embedded into the wall, blood flowing.

The Golden-armored Warrior seemed not to have reacted yet.

Someone actually dared to make a move against him in the Sun Palace.

This could be said to be moving earth on the head of a majestic being.

“Do you want to die,” the Golden-armored Warrior said furiously.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zimei threw another punch.

With a ‘boom’ sound.

The fist fell heavily on the Golden-armored Warrior’s face like a gust of wind.

The golden armor on his body shattered, revealing his bloodied face.

“Speak, who’s looking for me,” Xu Zimei demanded.

“I won’t tell you, you’re dead meat,” the Golden-armored Warrior said with a venomous gleam in his eyes.

“I doubt you’ll see my death, but you’re definitely doomed,” Xu Zimei sneered.

He struck down with another palm.

This palm carried immense pressure, intending to ensure the opponent’s death with one strike.

“Wait a minute,” the Golden-armored Warrior panicked and quickly shouted.

“What?” Xu Zimei laughed.

“Scared?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me go,” the Golden-armored Warrior said.

“Alright,” Xu Zimei nodded.

“It’s Young Master Muyang,” the Golden-armored Warrior replied.

“I was supposed to report to the Saintess, but instead of meeting her, I was stopped outside by Young Master Muyang.

After hearing the situation, he asked me to bring you to meet him.”

“What is Young Master Muyang?” Xu Zimei asked.

“He is the young Hall Master of our Sun Palace, holding a position equal to the Saintess,” the Golden-armored Warrior replied.

“Why does he want to see me?” Xu Zimei asked doubtfully.

I don’t seem to know him.

“I don’t know either, but the young Hall Master must have his reasons,” the Golden-armored Warrior replied.

“Alright, I’ve said all I had to say, you can let me leave now.”

“Sorry, I changed my mind,” Xu Zimei chuckled softly.

He directly snapped the Golden-armored Warrior’s neck and burned him to ashes with a burst of flame.

Actually, from the moment the opponent lied to him, destruction was already destined.

Xu Zimei looked ahead, wanting to meet Young Master Muyang.

He walked alone forward, the surrounding flames shifting from gold to a golden-red color.

Eventually, Xu Zimei’s figure stopped in front of a lake.

The entire lake was golden.

The shimmering surface seemed to reflect a sun in the void.

In front of the lake, stood a thatched cottage.

Before the cottage, a young man in linen clothes sat by the lake, holding a fishing rod as he fished.

“Young Master Muyang?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Why are you looking for Qin’er?” the young man asked, concentrating on his fishing.

The ‘Qin’er’ he mentioned should be Murong Qing.

“Just catching up with an old acquaintance, I don’t need to report to you, right?” Xu Zimei said.

“Since returning from the Catastrophe Demon Domain, Qin’er has been speaking of one person’s name.”

Young Master Muyang said, “If I’m not mistaken, you are the person she mentioned from the Catastrophe Demon Domain.”

“You’re certainly talkative, just say what you want,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Qin’er and I were childhood sweethearts, we’ve long been engaged.

So I warn you, stay away from her,” Young Master Muyang replied.

Xu Zimei shook his head, laughing.

“It seems Murong Qing doesn’t like you, or else you wouldn’t try to find validation in matters like these.”

“What did you say,” the young man’s fishing rod snapped as he slowly stood up.

The aura around him was strong.

Like a storm gathering.

Of course, the most powerful was the flames on his body, like the sun, its indescribable high temperature scorching everything.

The golden-red flames were surging violently.

“I said, you can only try to find validation here,” Xu Zimei repeated.

“You don’t seem to fear me, do you believe I could revoke your entry into the Origin Land?” Young Master Muyang said.

As the young Hall Master of the Sun Palace, his words carried a certain weight.

“Well, do you believe I could make your entire Fire Tribe kneel and call me father?” Xu Zimei asked.

In his hand was the Myriad Water Streams.

This could offset the Fire Tribe’s weaknesses and help them reach greater heights.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that any member of the Fire Tribe wishing to rise higher requires the Myriad Water Streams.

And Xu Zimei was the father of all the Fire Tribe.

Young Master Muyang snorted coldly, reaching out towards Zimo.

A faint aura was fluctuating between Semi-Saint and Great Emperor peaks.

“Looks like you haven’t even broken through to Semi-Saint,” Xu Zimei shook his head in disappointment.

“It’s more than enough to defeat you,” the furious Young Master Muyang shouted.

As his hand reached out, the Tyrant Shadow behind Xu Zimei drew its blade.

The ferocious Blade Intent sliced his palm in half.

“Kill,” Xu Zimei whispered softly.

The Tyrant Shadow transformed into innumerable Blade Qi, churning in the void.

The void shattered, surrounding Young Master Muyang.

The opponent continuously broke apart the Blade Intent.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Xu Zimei kicked directly.

A large footprint landed on his chest, and Young Master Muyang’s figure fell into the lake.

Young Master Muyang stood up, wet and disheveled from the lake.

His aura weakened.

It seemed stabilized at the peak of Great Emperor.

“If I hadn’t been trying to break through my realm recently, I would definitely fight you to the death,” Young Master Muyang angrily said.

After all, he needed to go to the Origin Land.

He wanted to enhance his strength, seeking to break into the Semi-Saint level.

“I’m willing anytime, but you delayed my affairs, how will we settle this?” Xu Zimei asked.

“What do you want?

Don’t forget, this is the Sun Palace,” Young Master Muyang snorted.

This was his territory, he was the young Hall Master of the Sun Palace.

So he believed Xu Zimei wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

“I’m not one for following rules,” Xu Zimei moved forward aggressively.

With those words, he launched an attack.

The Tyrant Shadow hovered above him, endlessly unleashing Blade Intent.

Young Master Muyang tried to defend but it was already too late.

The powerful pressure struck once more.

Xu Zimei’s speed was like lightning, hitting Young Master Muyang again and sending him flying.

“Damn it,” Young Master Muyang said, disheveled, boiling with fury.

Behind him, the True Fate Emergence appeared.

A golden sun illuminated the surroundings.

The sun seemed to want to devour everything.