Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1089: Tian Wuya’s Arrival

Chapter 1089: Tian Wuya’s Arrival

If not for the spatial rift separating them from the battlefield, they would have been obliterated by now.

This was power beyond the Mahayana stage—the pinnacle of combat strength on the Mystic Void Continent, truly extraordinary.

Master Lian tilted his head slightly, remaining motionless, though a faint smirk appeared at the corner of his lips.

At that moment, the sky tore open with a massive rift, revealing thunderclouds pressing down like a city.

Several bolts of lightning flashed across the heavens, illuminating the world for a brief moment.

Amid the flickering lightning, a fierce and domineering blade light sliced through the sky as if splitting it open.

The rampant devil aura was entirely dispelled.

A wildly arrogant voice resounded across the void.

"Lian Qinglan how useless can you be? You’ve even drawn a heavenly tribulation! If you want to die, don’t drag my disciple down with you!"

The voice was thunderously loud, traveling across thousands of miles and leaving the spectators stunned.

An Emperor level devil had just arrived, and before they could recover from the shock, another supreme powerhouse appeared, and this person was seemingly on friendly terms with Master Lian.

"This voice is so familiar with Master Lian. Could it be the Great Elder of the Green Lotus Sect?"

"I’ve heard about the Great Elder too, but isn’t he supposed to never leave the sect?"

"Ridiculous! With Master Lian in trouble, how could the Great Elder stay idle? Of course, he’d rush over!"

"No, no, no, this voice doesn’t sound like the Great Elder of the Green Lotus Sect. Its arrogant voice sounds like a female voice and the Great Elder wouldn’t speak in such an arrogant tone to Master Lian."

Speculation buzzed among the crowd as they debated the identity of the voice’s owner.

"It’s Senior Tian Wuya!" Peak Master Fengzhu Huayao exclaimed, his face glowing with excitement.

"That’s wonderful! Huasheng really managed to invite Senior Tian Wuya over. Does this mean Master Lian won’t need to face the tribulation now?" Peak Master Mengyao Hualin’s excitement was just as evident.

Peak Master Bomen Huaguo stroked his beard thoughtfully. "It’s hard to say. After all, Asmodeus is here too. I don’t know if Senior Tian Wuya can handle him alone. For the tribulation clouds to dissipate, Master Lian would need to stop using his powers and enter seclusion."

The group furrowed their brows again.

Peak Master Fengzhu Huayao, ever the enthusiastic fan, declared, "No! Senior Tian Wuya is a peer of Master Lian, she’s a top-tier powerhouse. If she hadn’t secluded herself for so many years, her reputation today would rival—or even surpass—Asmodeus."

Seeing Peak Master Fengzhu Huayao transform into a fervent admirer, the others didn’t comment, for they shared the same hope.

"I think Huayao is right," Sect Leader Qian mused, shaking his head slightly. "Asmodeus only emerged three thousand years ago. While his cultivation speed is impressive, his foundations can’t compare to Senior Tian Wuya, who has been honing her skills for far longer. Asmodeus likely hasn’t even heard anything about Senior Tian Wuya."

Peak Master Mengyao Hualin’s eyes lit up. "Exactly! Asmodeus has crossed paths with Master Lian before and knows his abilities. But he knows nothing about Senior Tian Wuya."

Moments later, Peak Master Huoyan Huasheng finally arrived while panting slightly.

Senior Tian Wuya’s speed had been too great for him to keep up, and he had been flying faster as much as he could.

His arrival confirmed Peak Master Fengzhu Huayao’s assumptions, reigniting everyone’s confidence as they eagerly turned their gazes toward the battlefield.

"Who are you?" Asmodeus’ expression shifted, wariness evident as he stared at the descending figure of Tian Wuya.

The powerful blade intent emanating from the newcomer resonated with his fighting spirit despite no blade having been drawn.

This was no ordinary top-tier cultivator.

Tian Wuya cast a cold glance at him.

In that moment, a condensed blade intent shot forth like lightning.

Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the surrounding space cracked with dozens of small spatial tears, releasing black gales that swept outward.

Their initial clash seemed to leave neither side with the upper hand, yet Asmodeus’ face darkened visibly.

"My master has truly arrived," Amalia said with delight from within the forbidden grounds.

"Your master sure knows how to make an entrance. Showing up at the last possible moment—was it deliberate?" Kenny Lin muttered, though a flash of joy crossed his face before he returned to his grumbling.

"This should stabilize the situation now, as long as no more powerful expert shows up," Amalia remarked, not hearing his muttered complaint.

"The odds of that are low," Kenny Lin replied, regaining his usual composed demeanor. "The Mahayana stage cultivators from other sects haven’t shown up, likely because they’re entangled with devils. Both sides seem to have thrown everything they’ve got into this confrontation. Bringing in another top-tier cultivator would be an almost impossible feat at this point."

"A top-tier cultivator leaving the battlefield will soon be noticed by the human cultivators. They can’t hide it for long—at most, a quarter of an hour before reinforcements arrive," someone said gravely.

"A quarter of an hour is plenty of time. But Master Lian will hold out, without a doubt," Amalia remarked, brimming with confidence in her Master.

Despite the earth-shattering battle raging on, only half an hour had passed.

Tian Wuya seemed to glance in the direction of the forbidden grounds.

Were it not for the spatial rift between them, they might have locked eyes.

Ignoring Asmodeus’ wary glare, Tian Wuya spoke directly to Master Lian. "

The space here is becoming increasingly unstable. I need to end this quickly. Be cautious; the lightning tribulation overhead is moments from descending. Stop using your power."

"Then I’ll have to leave it to you," Master Lian responded with a light smile. "I’m worn out from fighting this long. The battlefield is yours now."

Despite his words, no one present believed he was truly exhausted.

"Who are you?" Asmodeus demanded, his expression dark and his tone wary.

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