Chapter 282: Did Li Xun… Finally Come To His Senses?
"Young one, you're quite impressive. No wonder you managed to push them into such a desperate situation." Xiao Yuhe spoke.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a moon-white robe. His gray hair hung loosely behind him, and faint immortal radiance flowed from his body. Even the thin trace of holy might around him was enough to shake the soul.
He stood atop a mountain peak, like an ancient deity that had existed since time immemorial. In his gray pupils, sun and moon rotated, and visions of the world's creation flashed—terrifying beyond words.
"It's just a pity… you are not of my Xiao Clan."
Xiao Yuhe lightly shook his head. As he turned around, his moon-white robe fluttered, and the gray strands of his hair became crystal clear, shining with divine light as his aura climbed ever higher.
"If you had never opposed the Xiao Clan, perhaps one day you might have become a king, a progenitor—someone capable of suppressing an entire era. But now, all of that is nothing but empty talk."
These words sent the Spirit Clan patriarch and the others into a surge of excitement.
Since Xiao Yuhe had spoken, this meant Li Xun had to die today.
After all, Xiao Yuhe wasn't just some ordinary Saint. With his eyes, he could see through Li Xun's foundation at a glance. Now that the Xiao Clan was openly hostile, leaving Li Xun alive would be a disaster waiting to happen.
"Open your sea of consciousness and accept a slave imprint. Then you'll be allowed to keep your life."
At that moment, another cold voice echoed from the void.
The voice was sharp, like a divine sword piercing through the heavens, yet also booming like a great bell, ringing with metallic resonance that shook the world.
Obviously, another Saint had spoken.
He didn't show himself, but his words made his stance crystal clear.
"Our Spirit Clan's old ancestor cherishes geniuses. He doesn't wish to see Li Xun perish, so he has offered him a path to survive. Whether Li Xun appreciates this kindness… is another matter."
The Spirit Clan patriarch smiled, confident that victory was already in his hands. Even his tone had relaxed.
Right now, with two Saints present, they—a bunch of Divine Palace Realm cultivators—only had to stand aside and watch. Li Xun, no matter how strong he was, couldn't magically become a Saint on the spot, could he?
None of them believed that after breaking through to mid-stage Divine Palace in such a short time, he could immediately break through again into late-stage.
The others remained silent, but their eyes toward Li Xun carried a hint of mockery.
To open one's sea of consciousness and accept a slave imprint—even ordinary cultivators wouldn't accept such humiliation, much less Li Xun, a proud and arrogant prodigy who had never bowed to anyone.
"Young one, you have three breaths to decide."
The hidden Saint was cold and merciless. His voice rumbled once again, his killing intent sweeping across the land, shaking the mountains as if they were about to collapse.
Everyone within range felt their bodies on the verge of cracking.
Especially the five Otherworldly Demons—they were trembling uncontrollably, wanting to flee but too afraid to draw the Saint's attention.
A single finger could crush all five of them.
"Three breaths is too long."
Li Xun shook his head lightly.
"…Hmm?"
A soft sound of surprise echoed.
Li Xun's answer made everyone pause for a moment—even the Saint hiding in the void.
Did Li Xun… finally come to his senses?
Everyone present couldn't help having the same thought.
Seeing this, everyone felt that Li Xun was nothing special after all—just another coward afraid of death. A person like that, no matter how dazzling his talent, would never achieve much in the future.
At this moment, the Spirit Clan patriarch and the others even felt that they had overreacted earlier.
Perhaps, even without inviting a Saint to act, another hundred or two hundred years would be enough for Li Xun to fade back into obscurity on his own.
In history, such people were not rare—brilliant when they first appeared, sharp and peerlessly unmatched among their peers, only to gradually disappear later on.
"Huang Xi."
Li Xun stood with his hands behind his back, tall and proud in the void. He slightly turned his head and instructed:
"Drag that rat hiding in the dark out for me."
"Yes, master!"
Huang Xi responded.
Her voice had barely fallen when, before anyone could react, Huang Xi turned into a streak of light. Her slender hand lifted, and a flawless white jade divine ruler appeared. With one swing, she unleashed a celestial river that swept across the distant void.
With a single strike of the ruler, the sun and moon shook together. Endless star regions trembled as though collapsing. Countless mountains shattered as the river struck toward a patch of empty space—terrifying to the extreme.
Outside the Abyssal Demons Burial, within tens of thousands of miles, countless human cultivators trembled uncontrollably. A natural-born fear welled up from their hearts. Even separated by vast distance, goosebumps rose across their skin.
Inside the Abyssal Demons Burial, everyone held their breath, eyes filled with boundless terror.
"A Saint King!"
A section of void exploded.
From within, a tall man—handsome as carved jade, wearing a purple-gold crown, long black hair draping over his shoulders—let out a long howl. His voice was filled with disbelief.
He had always assumed Li Xun was just an ant he could crush with a flick of his finger.
But who could have imagined that the seemingly ordinary girl behind Li Xun was actually a Saint King?
No wonder!
No wonder none of them could see through the girl's cultivation. At first, he thought she possessed a powerful treasure that blocked spiritual sense.
But now, everything was clear.
She hadn't used any treasure at all—her strength was simply too overwhelming for them to perceive!
This Spirit Clan Saint was utterly horrified. He soared upward, his entire being transforming into a vast yin-yang diagram that covered a thousand kilometers, imprinting itself across the skies.
Within a single breath, a massive spatial-shifting formation appeared. Like lightning, he plunged into the array, attempting to flee.
If it were only Li Xun, he would still not care.
But with a Saint King present… everything was different.
If he didn't flee now, he wouldn't be able to flee later!
"You cannot escape."
Huang Xi's cold voice rang out—ethereal, divine, like a celestial goddess descending from the Ninth Heaven.
Her speed was too fast. She pierced straight into the yin-yang diagram. The jade ruler in her hand fell like the collapse of heaven itself, crushing the sky and stirring the flow of time.
It was an ocean—a vast sea of Dao itself, grinding everything into nothingness.
Wrapped in unmatchable might, she swept across heaven and earth. In that moment, one could almost mistake her for an ancient divine phoenix revived, dominating the world, plucking stars and seizing the moon.
The white jade ruler followed her like a shadow, striking faster than thought. Everything in its path was obliterated. Within the Abyssal Demons Burial, countless mountains exploded into dust.
With a resounding BOOM—Just before the Spirit Clan Saint could escape beyond the region, the jade ruler caught up, smashing into his shoulder, blowing half of his body apart—then completely suppressing him.
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