Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 353

“Wait a second.”

The Lean Tall Man squinted his eyes and mocked, “So, you’re this kid’s big brother, huh?”

He could sense that Li Wujie was just at the ninth level of the Profound Immortal realm—basically, a slightly bigger ant!

Li Wujie raised the black blade in his hand, pointing it directly at the Lean Tall Man, his tone laced with arrogance: “You dare touch my little brother? You’re asking for death!”

Seeing the Hat Man’s imposing entrance, the hearts of the surrounding cultivators ignited with hope.

Maybe this guy really could turn the tide.

“Did Senior Ye not come…” the Yin-Yang Lord murmured weakly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

The reason he felt happy to recognize Ji Baxiao as his older brother was mainly because Li Wujie was a disciple of Senior Ye, which meant the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground could indirectly establish a connection with Senior Ye.

After all, who in the Central Region didn’t know that Senior Ye was an unrivaled Immortal King?

Though grateful for Li Wujie’s help, the Yin-Yang Lord still felt uncertain.

Even if you were a formidable knife cultivator at the Profound Immortal level, could you really take on an Immortal King from ancient times?

Plus, that guy over there had seven blades!

You’ve only got one; how do you plan to win?

It’s precarious!

Way too precarious!

As if hearing the Yin-Yang Lord’s thoughts, Li Wujie patted his chest and declared seriously,

“Don’t worry. Dealing with scum like this doesn’t require my master to step in. As his disciple, it’s my duty to shoulder the burdens!”

“Besides, if my little brother’s wronged, the big brother has to stand up for him!”

“Being a brother, loyalty comes first!”

His powerful words carried a passionate emotion.

Ji Baxiao was so moved he was nearly sobbing, choked out, “Good big brother, I’ll always be your little brother!”

Clap, clap, clap~

The sound of applause rang out.

The Lean Tall Man clicked his tongue, “Haven’t seen such a touching scene in a while. As a reward, I’ll personally chop off your big brother’s head and kick it around like a ball!”

“Heh, idiot, save that line for yourself,” Li Wujie sneered.

At this, the Lean Tall Man exploded with rage.

How dare this youngster from this era act so brazenly? Do you really think you can talk like this to an Immortal King from ancient times?

“Kill!”

Swish~

A ghostly blade surged forth from behind him, held firmly in his grip.

A torrent of sinister energy erupted from the blade, manifesting horrifying ghostly faces that looked ready to devour anyone in sight.

The chilling winds blew, freezing to the bone.

The Lean Tall Man’s body technique was eerie, and with the ghostly blade, he slashed fiercely, the formidable momentum overwhelming the world.

“Bring it on!”

Li Wujie shouted, channeling all his strength into the blade, which suddenly turned scorching hot, spiraling with terrifying energy.

Clang……

A piercing sound of metal clashing echoed, causing all the cultivators’ eardrums to throb.

“Hmm?”

The Lean Tall Man was stunned.

The scenario he anticipated didn’t unfold; his ferocious slash was surprisingly blocked without hesitation.

Logically, a Profound Immortal shouldn’t be able to withstand it.

“Humph!”

The Lean Tall Man insisted on a contest of blade techniques, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he wildly spun the ghostly blade, slashing towards Li Wujie with immense force.

“Come on, come on!”

Li Wujie was thrilled, as if he’d finally found a worthy opponent.

In an instant, their blade techniques became unpredictable—sometimes grand and open, other times defensive yet aggressive.

Clang clang clang~!

Clang clang clang~!

The sounds of metal clashing filled the air, creating visible ripples that swept through the vast sky.

The two engaged in an explosive battle; every strike aimed for a kill, the blade energy crashing like tidal waves, the scene resembling a fierce dragon and tiger clash.

Throughout the fight, their figures shot upwards rapidly, like two dazzling comets racing into the sky.

“Chop him to bits! Chop him to bits!”

Watching the battle above, Ji Baxiao shouted excitedly.

“Ji bro, are you alright?”

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Duxiu leaped over, followed closely by a young boy with a dome-shaped haircut.

“Hey, Lin bro, you’re here too?”

Ji Baxiao was surprised.

Lin Duxiu smiled wryly, “I heard you were in trouble, so of course I had to come. I even brought along Senior Ye’s fourth disciple, hoping to help you all with your injuries.”

“Fourth disciple? Where?”

Ji Baxiao looked around.

“Me, I’m here.” The dome-headed boy stuck his head out, weakly greeting, “Hello…”

Ji Baxiao rushed forward to shake his hand, excitedly saying, “I’ve heard so much about you! Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation. You have the presence of an Immortal Emperor!”

Starting off by buttering someone up is Ji Baxiao’s style.

The dome-headed boy stared wide-eyed, having never encountered such an enthusiastic person before; the close proximity made him feel shy and nervous.

“So I’m that famous, huh…”

The Great Mushroom King scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

All this time, he had been the invisible one in the group; his social anxiety forced him to dampen his presence, yet here he was exposed as something special.

A small surprise bubbled up within him!

“Yeah, yeah, you’re basically a thunderclap!” Ji Baxiao shook his hand, nodding earnestly.

“Since you’ve heard of me, there’s no need to be so formal; just call me by my name.”

The Great Mushroom King felt a sense of camaraderie with Ji Baxiao and replied seriously.

He believed he’d made a good friend.

Nothing is worse than an unexpected silence.

Ji Baxiao’s lips twitched.

Hey, what’s your name again?

That was just being polite; you can’t possibly take it to heart!

“You… haven’t you heard?” The Great Mushroom King noticed the awkwardness and asked gloomily.

“Ha ha, I’ve heard your name is like thunder; how could I not know it? It’s etched in my heart!” Ji Baxiao’s forehead dripped with cold sweat.

“Well, then say it.”

“Uh…”

Ji Baxiao frantically gestured to Lin Duxiu, hoping he could jump in and save him.

Lin Duxiu deliberately turned away, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful smirk.

Let’s see you fumble!

“Of course, it’s all a lie.” The Great Mushroom King lowered his head sadly, feeling tricked.

Human mouths can be deceiving.

“Eh, it’s not that important!” Ji Baxiao awkwardly wiggled his toes, trying to smooth things over.

“Yeah, I’m not important at all. I’ll just head back now. Bye!” The Great Mushroom King’s mood darkened, and he turned to leave.

Ji Baxiao: “……”

Lin Duxiu quickly grabbed the boy’s hand, chuckling awkwardly, “Great Mushroom King, Ji bro was just joking; don’t take it to heart!”

What the heck, the Great Demon King?!

Ji Baxiao gasped internally; that name was seriously intimidating.

But it didn’t quite match this guy’s style!

“Demon King, please! We need you to save our Lord! I’ll apologize to you!”

Ji Baxiao quickly begged.

The Great Mushroom King understood the urgency and untied the immortal-binding rope, laying the wounded Yin-Yang Lord flat on the ground.

The Yin-Yang Lord’s face was contorted in pain, the terrifying blade intent invading his flesh, preventing his injuries from healing.

“It’s no use; in this condition, I might as well just die…” the Yin-Yang Lord said with a grim smile, having completely lost hope.

“With me here, you won’t die!”

The Great Mushroom King’s voice was firm.

Suddenly, he formed hand seals, his ten fingers glowing with emerald light, brimming with vitality.

Then, before the astonished eyes of everyone, his fingers deftly moved as strands of emerald light fused into the severed waist, frantically countering the remaining blade intent.

The Great Mushroom King was sweating, his brow furrowed, feeling the significant difficulty.

After all, the one who struck was an Immortal King level sword cultivator; such an injury wouldn’t be easy to heal, even for the most skilled healer, and he could only wait to die.

But the Great Mushroom King practiced the Azure Emperor Longevity Sutra, and with the Supreme Immortal Medicine in his possession, he could achieve a healing effect multiplied a hundredfold!

He had his own unique advantages!

Grinding his teeth, the Great Mushroom King pushed harder.

From behind him, a phantom of a Chaotic Blue Lotus appeared, exuding an eternal and indomitable ancient aura.

Soon, the gap at the severed waist was filled, the residual blade intent erased, and flesh began to regrow like bamboo shoots after the rain. The Yin-Yang Lord’s pale face rapidly regained color, and his depleted energy was restored.

“Phew~”

The Great Mushroom King wiped his sweat, feeling a great sense of accomplishment: “Done.”

The Yin-Yang Lord found it unbelievable. He sprang up like a carp, striding energetically on the execution platform, exclaiming,

“Ha ha, I’m healed! I’m healed!”

The scene was oddly humorous.

“Congratulations, Lord! You’re stepping out like a whirlwind! You’re coming out like a tiger on the prowl! You’re emerging like you’ve returned from another lifetime!”

Ji Baxiao clapped and shouted.

“Great Mushroom King, you’re amazing!” Lin Duxiu praised.

“Yeah, yeah, Demon King, you’re the godly doctor of our time!” Ji Baxiao gave a thumbs up.

Using the name of a demon king to save others, truly impressive.

“Thank you, friend.”

The Yin-Yang Lord settled his racing heart and thought to himself how every disciple of Senior Ye possessed exceptional skills.

It’s hard not to admit it!

In the sky,

The two were still sparring with their blade techniques, fierce as ever.

Shh, shh, shh, waves of terrifying blade energy rippled out, even causing the surrounding void to ripple.

Rumble, rumble~

Blade energy surged violently as both pulled back simultaneously.

The Lean Tall Man’s expression was dark and grim, apparently unable to accept this hard fact.

In a contest of skills, he actually couldn’t overpower his opponent?

Moreover, his opponent’s blade skills seemed to be slightly above his!

What a disgrace!

Li Wujie let out a long breath, feeling inspired: “This is seriously exhilarating!”

“I’ve heard you’re called the Blade Demon, right?” the Lean Tall Man said coldly.

Li Wujie boldly admitted, “That’s right. Got a problem with it?”

“Heh,”

The Lean Tall Man sneered: “In the past, I’ve roamed these lands for many years, my blade so fast it’s ghostly unpredictable. Other strong cultivators even gave me a title, called…”