Martial Godly Emperor

"One of the Sixteen Taoists, Murong Jin, lost to a nameless junior?"    

"Is there something wrong with my eyes? Or am I dreaming... Aiyo, why did you take the opportunity to hit me?"    

" This is the most exciting battle I've ever seen in my life, there's no other. "    

"What's the background of that kid? He looks young and tender, like a hothead, but his strength is too strong."    

"Why do I feel like it's Young Master Peng who went easy on him? Could it be that this kid gave his beautiful sisters to Murong and won? "    

Many cultivators and disciples were discussing.    

No one would believe that Murong gongzi would lose to a nobody.    

Murong Jin stood up and looked at the broken puppet with a shocked expression.    

He lost?    

He had lost to a junior of unknown origin just like that?    

"What did you use in that move just now?"    

Murong Jin asked Meng Yu.    

"Don't tell me."    

Meng Yu said with a smile.    

Murong Jin was a little disappointed.    

However, he recalled the battle just now in his mind.    

One by one, scenes flashed past his eyes. First, he was sure, then he kept shaking his head.    

"Is it the rule of time?"    

"I lost to your Temporal Rule?"    

He raised his head and asked Meng Yu again.    

"You can say that."    

This time, Meng Yu seemed very generous.    

"My Dao might not be weaker than his, but why did I suddenly lose?"    

Murong Jin was still thinking.    

A cool breeze blew the corner of his shirt, making him look so cool.    

He was defeated by Meng Yu, but this did not stop Female Cultivator from worshipping him.    

"I suddenly understand."    

"My understanding of the Dao is much greater than his. However, in the strongest stage, he defeated me with his strongest Dao."    

Murong Jin thought of the key point.    

"Wah, what a pity. Senior Gu Meng still can't defeat the Jade Fairy of the Sixteen Taoists."    

"Jade Fairy Mo Wenhua is also stronger, right? How can Gu Meng defeat her?"    

"Sigh, Zhou Xiaodong has also lost."    

"Haha, in terms of losing, my sect's Senior Martial Brother Wu Zhong lost in a single move. What level is he at?"    

"Your sect's Senior Martial Brother Wu Zhong at least managed to block a few moves. The puppet controlled by my sect's Liu Fangyan suddenly died the moment it entered the arena. Is it possible for him to be labeled as the trashiest opponent?"    

"Haha, my Long family's Young Lord Long Fan was defeated with the same move. In terms of losing, can he fight with your two senior brothers?"    

Below the stage, many cultivators saw their senior martial brothers and sisters being defeated, and they started to complain.    

Roughly fifteen minutes later, the victor and loser of the sixteen stages of the competition had been decided.    

The cultivators who lost shook their heads and flew down the stage.    

Even Xu Wei walked down with disappointment on her face.    

Meng Yu was the only one left who was fighting with the Sixteen Taoists.    

Out of the sixteen foreign cultivators, only Meng Yu was able to defeat his opponent with a flash of spiritual light. The power of this Sixteen Taoists could be seen from this.    

"You are a core disciple of my sect."    

"This is a Mid Common Level treasure sword that my sect gave you."    

"Welcome, Meng Yu."    

Hong Shu walked over and gave Meng Yu a flattering smile.    

Previously, he had listened to the fat disciple and arranged for Meng Yu to fight Murong Jin. Now that he saw Meng Yu becoming a core disciple of the sect, he became nervous.    

Meng Yu took the treasured sword and unleashed a silver light that emitted the Qi of Heavenly Dao.    

"This sword is not bad." Meng Yu was very satisfied.    

Treasures were even more powerful than Dao Weapons and Dharmic Artifacts.    

Hong Shu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Meng Yu didn't show any disgust towards him.    

"Hmph! That Zhou Zhuang actually wants me to harm the future star of a sect like Junior Brother Meng Yu. Fortunately, he is magnanimous and won't bother with me. However, if I let that Zhou Zhuang go again, I won't be able to appreciate his kindness."    

Hong Shu secretly planned to get rid of that fat disciple Zhou Zhuang in order to please the new core disciple, Meng Yu.    

"Welcome, Junior Brother Meng Yu."    

Inside the Sixteen Taoists, Murong Jin, Han Meishuang, greeted Meng Yu.    

However, the other fourteen people were not interested in Meng Yu.    

"Ai, this time I thought I could break through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, but I'm still disappointed."    

"These people are too weak. They are no match for us."    

"A disciple who fought me just now only comprehended one complete Dao. I want to say, how dare you come to the Fallen Star Monastery to seek luck?"    

Those people were discussing their opponent without any hesitation.    

"Thank you, senior brothers and sisters."    

Meng Yu cupped his fists at Murong Jin and Han Meishuang to show his courtesy.    

Although he still didn't know what Bai Jiangxue meant when she said that the Fallen Star Monastery had a grudge with the Ning Family, it didn't stop Meng Yu from greeting those who respected him.    

"Oh, so this is the new core disciple of my sect? He's quite weak."    

"Yeah, he's only at the second level of the Fate Rebirth Stage."    

Those people looked at Meng Yu and casually discussed amongst themselves.    

"Little guy, come here and tell me, how did you defeat Murong's puppet just now?"    

The beautiful jade fairy pointed her finger at Meng Yu. Her beautiful eyes were filled with emotion.    

It was as if as long as she pointed her finger at him, Meng Yu would crawl over and lick her toes like a dog, wagging his tail.    

"I have already answered senior disciple Murong's question just now. Now, I don't want to repeat it again."    

Meng Yu was also a proud person. How could he walk over just because someone had hooked his finger? How could he explain to her how he used the 'past' to defeat the puppet controlled by young master Murong?    

Asking people about martial skills, Heavenly Dao, or how to defeat someone was something that cultivators feared very much, because it was related to the foundation of their survival.    

When Meng Yu was fighting with Sect Master and Luo Tianjie from Burning Flower Valley, Luo Tianjie had said something similar. Meng Yu had told him that time, which had greatly increased Luo Tianjie's impression of him.    

But at that time, Luo Tianjie had been very friendly to him. It was not the same day as now, so Meng Yu naturally would not tell these people about his strongest Heavenly Dao.    

"Wow, this man is really ambitious. He doesn't even listen to me."    

Mo Wenhua pointed at Meng Yu and said to his senior brothers and sisters.    

"He's just a core disciple. Although there are few in my sect, his status is much lower than ours."    

"This person might be a martial arts maniac. Junior sister Mo, don't bicker with such a hotheaded person. After entering the sect, respect and status will teach him how to behave."    

The two young men beside Mo Wenhua spoke with a fawning expression.    

Mo Wenhua covered his small mouth and laughed, "He thought that using a puppet to defeat senior apprentice brother Murong's puppet was already very impressive, but he didn't know that in a real battle... Not to mention senior Murong, even my junior sister... I can crush this kid with one move. "    

What she said was right. If it was a real spear or a real saber, Meng Yu wouldn't even be a match for Mo Wenhua. Therefore, it was reasonable for these people to look down on Meng Yu.    

In the hearts of these pampered children, it wasn't a big deal to have one more core disciple, Meng Yu, or you.    

If you know what's good for you, please flatter us a little more. For example... Tell us the Heavenly Dao that you just defeated Senior Murong's puppet, and you'll be able to gain our friendship... Who would have thought that you were the kind of person who would not change the course of time, thinking that becoming a core disciple was a talent chosen by the heavens? What a joke, it was simply a joke.    

Meng Yu stood on the stage, his clothes fluttering in the wind.    

"Senior Brother Meng Yu, please! When the time comes, let me be your servant and bring me into the sect!"    

He Min's charming voice suddenly came from below.