Which one of those present was not a formidable force, having gone through countless battles to earn their current status and power? How could they easily submit to others, allowing themselves to be manipulated?
Even though they had felt Pei Xuanjing's Martial Arts will when they accepted the invitation, every Martial Arts powerhouse had reached this point with extreme confidence in their own strength, believing in their own power, and possessing the courage to face other strong opponents. After all, they had experiences of overcoming the stronger by being the weaker on their journey here.
Therefore, when Pei Xuanjing uttered such domineering words, it immediately provoked dissatisfaction among many, and the Mad Saber Guest stepped forward, coming to the center of the high platform to issue a challenge to Pei Xuanjing.
Many Martial Artists are not all that fond of talking; they believe more in their strength, and the Mad Saber Guest was just such a person. He thought it was better to subdue others with force rather than waste words with Pei Xuanjing.
"How dare you disrespect Your Highness, are you seeking death?" the head of the guards said, his expression icy as he rebuked loudly.
As he spoke, several guardians who stood beside Pei Xuanjing also glared coldly at the Mad Saber Guest, ready to execute him at a single command from His Highness.
"Heh, you all stand down for now," Pei Xuanjing signaled.
Although the guards still wanted to take action, they did not have the slightest intention of disobeying Pei Xuanjing's orders. They slowly stepped back, their gaze still coldly fixated on the Mad Saber Guest, their aura locked on him.
As for the current situation, whether it was their vague alliance to exert pressure earlier, or the Mad Saber Guest's challenge, it was all within Pei Xuanjing's expectations. He knew these people had their own will, they weren't chess pieces to be easily manipulated.
While his head of guards could kill this Mad Saber Guest, Pei Xuanjing didn't need them to act. He decided to take matters into his own hands, to give these people a reality check.
"Do you know the consequences of failing in your challenge against me?" Pei Xuanjing asked with a smile, but there was an endless threat of killing intent hidden within it.
Since the other party wanted to challenge him, especially under these circumstances, Pei Xuanjing didn't need to speculate about their intentions, so he prepared to show no mercy.
"Nothing but death!" the Mad Saber Guest laughed openly: "As long as Your Highness is capable, my life is yours to take."
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He seemed to have enough confidence, not believing Pei Xuanjing could kill him.
After all, whether it was confidence in his own power or the current situation, as long as he wasn't instantly killed by the opponent, then if Pei Xuanjing attempted to kill him in defeat, the others would surely intervene to stop it.
Remember, his move now represented not only himself; there was support behind him. With their help, the Mad Saber Guest did not believe Pei Xuanjing could kill him, especially with many strong individuals intervening, so even if he lost, it didn't matter. Thus, he spoke nonchalantly.
"Good, since you are aware, please make your move!" Pei Xuanjing looked deeply at him and said.
Pei Xuanjing had no sympathy for this kind of person. Since they wanted to stand out and fight for a position, they must be prepared to face the consequences. Such fools were not worth pitying.
"Take this!" the Mad Saber Guest shouted, boldly drawing his sword from its sheath.
Clang!
The Long Knife in his hand was unsheathed, and the terrifying Saber Intent blossomed, nearly turning into a tangible blade light that sliced down like the Heavenly River pouring down, aiming to cut Pei Xuanjing into countless pieces.
It had to be said, the fact that the Mad Saber Guest was standing here was proof enough of his extraordinary strength, recognized as one of the contenders in Heaven and Earth, and having the courage to stand out certainly also spoke to his sufficient power; otherwise, he wouldn't even have the qualifications.
The terrifying Saber Intent, combined with the Divine Weapon in his hands, indeed showcased his power as genuine.
Where the blade light passed, even Space shattered, obliterating everything, utterly terrifying, causing the other powerhouses on the high platform to take notice.
Even they had to concede that one should regard a man with a newfound respect after three days apart, as the Mad Saber Guest, having improved his foundation from the Martial Classics, now possessed an even more formidable strength than At first.
"With such a formidable Saber Intent, even I would need to take it seriously. I wonder how he will respond," the Limitless Sect Master pondered as he felt the terror of the blade light, curious to see how Pei Xuanjing would deal with it.
Not just him, but other powerhouses like the Tianwu Pavilion Master, the Qingyun Taoist master, and the Limitless Sect Master also turned their attention to Pei Xuanjing, wanting to see how he would handle this strike.
Every powerhouse who had felt Pei Xuanjing's Martial Arts will through the invitation knew his immense strength, and although the Mad Saber Guest's strike was extraordinary, it definitely would not harm Pei Xuanjing.
Therefore, they were even more eager to see how Pei Xuanjing would handle this move, hoping to gauge his power through his response and decide their subsequent attitudes and stances accordingly.
Pei Xuanjing had of course noticed these gazes, and far from minding, he faced the dreadful blade light without an ounce of worry, simply offering a faint smile to the many observers.
While everyone was shocked by Pei Xuanjing's casual demeanor, Pei Xuanjing finally took action.
Indeed, the Mad Saber Guest's strength was extraordinary, and his strike could be considered a Peak move, strong enough that even among many Supreme Strong in the Daming World, it wouldn't be weaker than the best among those powerhouses.
Unfortunately, the opponent he faced was not someone of the same realm, but a True Immortal descended to the world. It might be possible for someone at the pinnacle of the Human Path to challenge an Immortal Daoist Strongman, but not for the Mad Saber Guest before him.
Pei Xuanjing remained seated there, unyieldingly still, only slowly raising his hand to strike down with his white, slender palm.
Although the palm was not large, the instant it struck down, it seemed as if a hand was covering the sky, enveloping the entire Heaven and Earth. All the Powerhouses present felt as if they were suffocating under an overwhelming force.
Boom!
Others merely endured the aftermath, while the Mad Saber Guest bore the full brunt of Pei Xuanjing's move.
When the hand struck, he felt as if he were being rejected by Heaven and Earth, with the infinite force of the Heavenly Earthly Force converging upon him, steadily reducing his room to maneuver. No matter how sharp his Saber Intent, it was utterly meaningless; he could not break free from the confines.
What he didn't know was that this was the power of the Immortal Dao Realm. Even if the Mad Saber Guest had immense power in his realm, he was still only at the impending cusp of mortal beings, never having undergone the transformation to set foot in the domain of the Immortal Path.
Regarding the hand that Pei Xuanjing struck, he hadn't even used much of his power; it was more about borrowing the force of Heaven and Earth. At this moment, the Mad Saber Guest was not confronting Pei Xuanjing, but was actually contending with Heaven and Earth itself.
How magnificent is Heaven and Earth, how terrifying the force of Heaven and Earth. Even True Immortals cannot contend; much less a mere mortal being like the Mad Saber Guest. The more terrifying his Saber Intent and the more powerful the strength he displayed, the greater the pressure of Heaven and Earth weighed upon him.
Boom!
When the palm imprint finally descended, such terrifying power covered everything. It all happened in the blink of an eye, even the Powerhouses on the high platform hadn't reacted yet.
After the dust settled, the figure of the Mad Saber Guest appeared, now lying there, holding his Long Knife, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The Mad Saber Guest was dead, so easily subdued by a palm strike from Pei Xuanjing. He didn't even have the chance to retaliate, nor did they have any opportunity to intervene.
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At this moment, all the Powerhouses present were deeply shaken, especially those who had previously encouraged the Mad Saber Guest to make a move, promising to be ready to intervene.
Shock filled their eyes, disbelief, even traces of fear.
There is great terror between life and death; even these Martial Arts Powerhouses were no exception. Or rather, with all they currently possessed, they were even less willing to die, to go the way of the Mad Saber Guest.
Fear wound its way through their hearts, and many a Powerhouse, once immune to chills of summer and winter, inexplicably felt a trace of coldness on their backs.
The strength of these individuals, even the mightiest of them, would only slightly surpass that of the Mad Saber Guest. Even if they could kill the opponent, it would not be so effortless, and they too would pay a great price.
If this person had engaged the Mad Saber Guest in several exchanges and killed him with seeming ease, they would not have regarded him with such dread and terror. But what of the Highness before them?
He had done it so effortlessly; it could not even be called effortless as he simply subdued a Powerhouse willing to gamble with their lives with a single move. How could this not provoke fear?
Subduing with one move and killing after several exchanges represent completely different meanings.
The latter means that even if the opponent is strong, there is a limit, and they, united, might have a chance to resist. But the former signifies a world of difference, perhaps even if they joined forces, they would not have any chance of resistance, only futilely courting death.
It must be said, Pei Xuanjing's intention to intimidate was achieved, and even surprisingly well. The Mad Saber Guest's body lay there motionless; no one stirred. The entire high platform was deathly silent, with none of the Powerhouses making a move or even lifting a hand to act.
Instead, Powerhouses with close ties exchanged glances, all waiting for Pei Xuanjing's next move. If the situation changed, they would immediately leave, with no hesitation to linger.
This was the effect of Pei Xuanjing's action to intimidate; if they had contemplated turning the tide before, now that they recognized Pei Xuanjing's terror, no one was willing to gamble with their lives as the stake.
The alliance that had once been in perfect harmony thus came to an end without illness or death; they all were ready to leave at any moment, as nobody wanted to die. Even if they could fight against His Highness by joining forces, such resistance would undoubtedly result in countless casualties. So who would live, and who would die?
The silence from the high platform had such an impact that even the powerful figures from various forces watching from a distance were greatly shocked.
Although the Mad Saber Guest had not established a force, he was a well-known powerhouse between Heaven and Earth, yet he had been so easily suppressed by Pei Xuanjing. Those Martial Arts warriors from the Twelve-Floor Tower who had felt dissatisfied but had not ascended the platform had their upset now dissipate like smoke. Some were even secretly relieved—they were, at least, not on the high platform at the moment.
"Hehe, have someone take the body of this one down for a proper burial," Pei Xuanjing ordered. "Regardless, as a Martial Artist, his courage is commendable; he should not be exposed here."
"Yes!"
Immediately, a guard took action, removing the body of the Mad Saber Guest and cleaning the spot as if nothing had happened.
But how could everything be as if it had never occurred? Even if the atmosphere began to ease and everyone started to smile again at the site, they were all on guard constantly.
Seeing this, Pei Xuanjing wasted no time and said, "You all wanted to know the location of the Human Immortal of the Martial Arts, didn't you? In fact, I suppose many of you here have already made guesses and merely want this king to confirm them. So I will not be stingy in telling you—the location of the resting place of the True Immortal of the Martial Arts is right here in the Burial Immortal Valley."
He unveiled the truth, telling everyone that this place was the resting place of the True Immortal of the Martial Arts.
Seeing Pei Xuanjing reveal this so casually, and considering the death of the Mad Saber Guest, these people could not help but sigh in regret. The Mad Saber Guest had been too impulsive; this His Highness was not as unreasonable as he appeared.
That is the advantage of power—often, reason is not as effective as a fist. The so-called reason is to persuade others, but a fist ensures that others are willing to be persuaded.
Yet these same individuals failed to consider why the Mad Saber Guest had dared to stand up in the first place—if not for their instigation, who would have come forward?
"Burial Immortal Valley, I thought it was merely a legend. Who would have expected it to truly be the resting place of a True Immortal!" the temple master's eyes flashed with a trace of sharpness.
As for what Pei Xuanjing had just disclosed, the temple master did not harbor much doubt, for although the Star Moon Temple, which had inherited the Sanbao Divine Sect's legacy, had not received the complete transmission, some of their fragmentary phrases had led to speculation.
It was these scattered clues that had motivated generations of temple masters from the Star Moon Temple to persistently search—Longevity was a temptation that lay before them, otherwise, why would they be so driven?
Burial Immortal Valley, Burial Immortal Valley—it fit the bill as the resting place of a True Immortal.
At that moment, whether they believed it or not, these Martial Arts powerhouses had already decided to send people to probe the truth; the temptation of Longevity was right before their eyes.
But just then, the temple master spoke up, "Your Highness, you mentioned that this slumbering True Immortal is continuously harvesting our life force to mend his injuries. Thus, after so many years, it's unclear whether the True Immortal has already recovered and is about to awaken."
This was an important issue that occurred to him. The Martial Arts had been flourishing for millions of years, and although it was unknown how grievous the True Immortal's injuries had been originally, the temple master believed that after all these years and the absorption of so much life force, he must have significantly recuperated.
Although the temple master had never encountered a True Immortal, he was certain they were not something they could deal with; the emergence of the other might precipitate an unprecedented disaster.
Besides, even if the True Immortal of Martial Arts had not yet awakened, they continued to have their life force stolen—this was something the temple master did not wish to see continue.
And since His Highness seemed so knowledgeable about this matter, the temple master wondered if perhaps he knew of a solution.