Chapter 279: Marquis Yishan – So If I Accidentally Kill You, That Counts as a Misunderstanding?

"Hmph!"

The elder from the Bone Sect let out a cold snort. He had never expected aid from those opportunistic riffraff to begin with.

"A bunch of posturing fools. Even if it's just us from Bone Sect, we can still take you down!"

As he spoke, a pale light emerged from his hand, revealing a sinister white bone banner.

Among the onlookers were some well-informed cultivators. When they saw the bone banner, several gasped instinctively.

"That... that's the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis, the Bone Sect's Second Elder. He once defeated three Marquis-ranked powerhouses on his own!"

"Who would've thought Bone Sect would send this terrifying old monster to lead the group this time. They must be dead set on obtaining the Demon God Bone."

"…"

"Jie jie jie…"

The Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis let out a chilling, eerie laugh. "Didn't think anyone would still remember this old man's name after a hundred years in hiding. You, old ghost over there—why don't you reveal your face and let me see the terrified look you must be wearing right now?"

What surprised him was that the mysterious figures before him showed not even a hint of fear upon hearing his name. Instead, their eyes glinted with amusement.

Cao Youqian chuckled and said, "Master-Uncle, that old ghost's already said this much—you might as well let him see your face. No need for him to die without knowing who killed him."

Marquis Yishan laughed and said, "Now I finally understand why Chief Chu is so fond of you. You may be a bit of a scoundrel, but you sure know how to talk."

Then, turning his gaze to the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis, he said leisurely, "It's been what, two hundred years since we last met? Since you're so eager to know who I am, then allow me to grant your wish and show you the face that's haunted your nightmares for a lifetime."

Though his voice was soft, every word echoed clearly through the crowd, arousing intense curiosity about the face hidden behind the mist.

The Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis's grin froze beneath his mask. For some reason, that tone sounded incredibly familiar, overlapping with the voice from his nightmares—the one that had chased him down for decades.

He looked toward the fog obscuring the man's face. A gust of wind swept through, and the mist dispersed.

It was an utterly ordinary face—neither proud nor disdainful, just aged and withered.

And yet, that face alone stirred up dreadful memories for the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis.

"You… You're Marquis Yishan of Wendao Academy!"

"Since you recognize me, let's finish that battle we left unresolved over two hundred years ago."

Marquis Yishan's tone remained calm, as though he were catching up with an old friend.

But the surrounding cultivators were already paralyzed with shock—whether from Bone Sect or the other watching factions.

The moment they heard the words "Wendao Academy," everyone had the same thought—It's over. This is completely over.

Especially the group from Forging Sword City. They had been planning to make a move earlier.

Qin Yun looked at the cloaked figure, the anger and indignation in his eyes dissolving into pure fear. His body trembled uncontrollably.

"Granduncle… what do we do now?"

Even the deputy city lord of Forging Sword City hadn't expected that a single bold decision would bring such disaster upon them.

"We wait. The cultivators from Wendao Academy have already seen our faces."

The cultivators nearby who had intended to flee all stopped in their tracks.

Escaping now would only expose their guilt. If Wendao Academy decided to settle scores later, the ones who would suffer wouldn't just be them—but also their sects.

Far off in the distance, the two elders of Dayan Holy Land, who had been watching Xiao Chen's group the entire time, felt secretly relieved that they hadn't acted.

As Holy Land elders, they naturally recognized Marquis Yishan. Though all were Nirvana-stage, Marquis-ranked powerhouses—

Marquis Yishan was different. He was the guardian of Wendao Academy's current Holy Son candidate. Guardians of this level always carried a supreme-grade sacred weapon—one capable of withstanding three full blows from a Half-Saint.

Of course, no one was more dumbfounded at this moment than the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis, now face to face with Marquis Yishan.

He instinctively took half a step back and said, "Fellow Daoist Yishan, what if I said this was all a misunderstanding—would you believe me?"

Marquis Yishan grinned. "It certainly is a misunderstanding. So if I accidentally kill you by mistake, that would also count as a misunderstanding, wouldn't it?"

"You… You're really going to push me to the brink? Our Bone Sect has two Path Union elders here. Your disciples have no one at that level. Even if you suppress me, are you sure they'll survive?"

The Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis clearly wasn't willing to be subdued just like that, attempting instead to threaten him using the younger generation's lives.

"I only concern myself with Nirvana cultivators. If your Bone Sect's experts can kill those youngsters, it simply means their cultivation isn't up to par."

Marquis Yishan remained completely unmoved, eyes locked on the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis, leaving no chance for him to act against Xiao Chen and the others.

Clenching his back teeth, the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis let out an angry roar. "You forced my hand! Men, kill! Whoever seizes the Demon God Bone shall be named heir of Bone Sect!"

The Bone Sect members knew well—there was no turning back now.

The two Path Union elders charged straight at Xiao Chen's group.

"Well said!"

Cao Youqian shouted, rushing directly toward one of them.

Xiao Chen said nothing, simply drew his sword and advanced.

Seeing that Marquis Yishan wasn't stopping him, the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Marquis also leapt into the sky, brandishing the white bone banner in hand.

The remaining Bone Sect disciples launched an assault on Qin Qin's group.

The battle erupted in an instant.

The surrounding cultivators all retreated rapidly, fearing they'd be caught in the crossfire.

In a flash, Woniu Mountain was engulfed in sword light and saber gleams, waves of music, and ghostly wails.

Crackling blasts rang through the air as the shockwaves of battle left the landscape in complete ruin.

Half an hour later—

A sword light tore across the heavens.

One of the Bone Sect's Path Union elders fell.

"Die!"

From the sky came a furious roar, and the other Path Union elder was ripped apart bare-handed by a towering figure—his soul shattered into dust with a single punch.

With both Path Union elders slain—

The remaining Bone Sect members fell apart like a collapsing mountain, swiftly subdued by Qin Qin's group.

The surrounding onlookers were stunned into statues, frozen on the spot.

Only after a long while did someone finally whisper, "Is this… the might of Wendao Academy's peerless elites? Their reputation is truly deserved. I wonder who among them actually struck the blows…"

Hearing that, Cao Youqian turned his head toward the speaker, smiling as he asked, "Do you really want to know?"

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