Chapter 215: Wang Baole – I Married My Wife Fair and Square

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Chapter 215: Wang Baole – I Married My Wife Fair and Square {Demonblade King has been changed to Mosha Dao Wang} Tiandao Manor. Thousands of disciples stood at attention, long sabers in hand, fully prepared for battle. Mo Wuxin led the Mo Clan and stood at the manor gate, overlooking the base of the mountain. The army led by Wang Baole had yet to arrive, but numerous cultivators eager for drama had already secured prime viewing spots on the mountain. On a solitary peak, two figures—one in black and one in white—stood out among the crowd of onlookers. Behind them stood an elderly man draped in a black cloak. “Senior Brother, it’s been years. What realm do you think Junior Brother Wang has reached by now?” the woman in white asked. The man in black replied calmly, “I imagine he’s already at the Heavenly Origin stage. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to Tiandao Manor to challenge the young master.” These three were none other than Xiao Chen, Liu Yuer, and Marquis Yishan. While traveling, they had heard about Wang Baole’s declaration of war against Tiandao Manor and had come together to witness the event. Of course, Xiao Chen had another motive—to prevent Wang Baole from dying in this battle. Time passed by the minute. The spectators felt no discomfort; rather, it was the disciples of Tiandao Manor who grew increasingly pressured. For ordinary cultivators like them, prolonged mental tension was an immense challenge. Just as some disciples were nearing their breaking point, one rushed in hurriedly. “The enemy has arrived!” With that shout, everyone’s eyes turned toward the foot of the mountain. What they saw was a fearsome army exuding murderous intent. Even separated by several li, everyone present could feel the killing aura radiating from them. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, “That’s the Xuanjia Army of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty!” Upon hearing the words “Xuanjia Army,” the expressions of the surrounding spectators changed drastically, and a wave of discussion erupted. “What on earth did Wang Baole offer the Great Yu Dynasty to make them dispatch their royal Xuanjia Army? That force has never suffered defeat since its founding!” “I’ve heard that every time the Xuanjia Army mobilizes, the commander is always a top expert from the royal family. I wonder who they sent this time?” “It’s the Jade Flood Dragon King—the Eighth Prince of the Great Yu Dynasty, second only to the Emperor!” Everyone looked toward the central ranks of the Xuanjia Army, where a middle-aged man of overwhelming authority and grandeur rode a jade flood dragon. “Looks like Tiandao Manor is going to change hands again. The only question is—will it still exist afterward?” an old man murmured. Though no one echoed his words, the crowd clearly understood what he meant. The Great Yu Dynasty had sent this man because they intended to swallow Tiandao Manor whole. If that was the case, then the neighboring powers might get a chance to take a share for themselves. The Mosha Dao Wang looked at the vast army with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened. Half an hour later, the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty and the Cangyun Wang Clan had fully encircled Tiandao Manor. However, both sides had tacitly left a wide passage between them. Seeing this, the Mosha Dao Wang spoke first. “Old Mo Yu, since you’re here, why hide in the shadows? It’s been a hundred years. Won’t you at least show this manor lord that repulsive face of yours?” “Hmph!” A cold snort came from within the army, followed by a figure stepping into the air and appearing before the crowd. When the Mosha Dao Wang saw who it was, he sneered. “A hundred years, and you’ve finally made some progress. But this time, there’s no one to throw their life away for you. Let’s see how long you can keep playing the stray dog.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it dripped with mockery. Many in the crowd gave the Mosha Dao Wang a thumbs-up. To remain this calm in the face of such overwhelming odds—truly worthy of being the man who had once slaughtered half of Tiandao Manor a century ago! Mo Yu snapped, “Wuxin, you old bastard, I didn’t come here today for wordplay. Stop spouting nonsense—let’s fight!” “Very well!” The Mosha Dao Wang laughed. “Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll gladly oblige. But before we begin, let’s agree on how we’ll decide the outcome of this battle.” Mo Yu didn’t reply. Instead, he turned to look into the crowd. “Le’er, you are the future of Tiandao Manor. You decide.” “Heh.” The Mosha Dao Wang chuckled. “Old Mo Yu, after all these years—has it really been a hundred?—and you’re still the same indecisive fool?” Mo Yu ignored him, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing. Wang Baole appeared beside Mo Yu atop a crane. Looking at Mo Wuxin before him, he said, “Let’s settle this with two matches. If we win both, you and your descendants withdraw from Tiandao Manor. But if we lose even one, we’ll sever all ties with Tiandao Manor from this day forward.” Mo Wuxin never imagined that Wang Baole would propose a format so clearly disadvantageous to his own side. If he refused, it would be seen as admitting defeat in momentum. Before Mo Wuxin could respond, cheers erupted around them, and he immediately understood Wang Baole’s intent. “Senior Brother Wang is so domineering!” “Young Lord Wang truly lives up to his status as a Half-Saint’s disciple. That kind of boldness is rare.” “The younger generation is truly fearsome!” Mo Wuxin’s face darkened. “Never thought you, a little bastard, would have this kind of scheming mind. No wonder you dared to come knocking.” Wang Baole wasn’t angered at all. He simply replied calmly, “No, I just have absolute confidence in my own strength.” “Heh.” Mo Wuxin gave a mocking laugh. “If you’re really so confident, why bring the Great Yu Dynasty and the Cangyun Wang Clan to back you up?” Wang Baole smiled. “I married my wife fair and square. What, I can’t borrow a little help from my father-in-law?” “...” Mo Wuxin was dumbfounded. This was the first time he’d seen someone so unabashedly proud of eating soft rice. “Fine... fine! Since you’re so eager to die, this old man will grant your wish!” “Ali!” “Your grandson is here!” From within Tiandao Manor, Mo Li stepped forward through the crowd, long saber in hand. Mo Wuxin turned to him and said, “Today, you’ll be the one to entertain this brat. Show him what true Tiandao really means!” “Yes, Grandfather!” Mo Li answered and locked his gaze on Wang Baole. Though the other was a Half-Saint’s disciple, judging from his aura, he was merely at the Heavenly Origin stage. Sure, people like the peerless swordsman Xiao Chen and the unmatched fist tyrant Cao Youqian had the power to challenge across realms. But those two were top-tier prodigies. Wang Baole? He was just some kid flaunting the name of a Half-Saint’s disciple. “Kid, I’m older than you, so I’ll give you a chance to strike first. Otherwise, once I make my move, you won’t even get the chance to draw your saber.” Standing atop the crane, hands behind his back, Wang Baole looked down at him and said, “I’m someone who respects martial virtue. Why don’t you go first? Otherwise, you’ll say I, a young man in my early twenties, ambushed a hundred-year-old man.” Hey readers! If you're eager to dive into advanced chapters, consider joining our Patreon. By joining, you'll get access to 20 chapters ahead and enjoy 8 new chapters per week. Plus, we have 2 more exciting fics with the same chapter release rate, giving you a total of 32 chapters per week! Join now and keep the adventure going! 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Chapter 215: Wang Baole – I Married My Wife Fair and Square

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