NOVPUBThe Jiuli Saint Heir walked with the vigor of a dragon and the stride of a tiger, emanating a noble aura, with his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he carried himself with the grandeur of those who belong to the upper echelons.
He glanced indifferently at the cultivator who had exclaimed the words "Jiuli Saint Heir." That casual look dramatically changed the cultivator’s complexion, draining his confidence and making him tremble like chaff in the wind.
This was the kingly aura he had cultivated within the Jiuli Ghost Sect.
As the Saint Heir of the Jiuli Ghost Sect, his status was exalted and dignified. Even princes of the Tianyuan Royal Family had to treat him with courtesy.
His gaze merely brushed over the person.
The Jiuli Saint Heir then moved past the crowd and entered the arena.
With his distinguished presence, he entered, standing out like a crane among chickens. The masses around him lost their lustre because of his arrival.
Some female martial artists and cultivators couldn’t help but feel ripples in their hearts upon looking at the Jiuli Saint Heir, their minds fluttering and swooning over him.
This was the perfect male deity in many women’s eyes.
Tall and handsome, with immense talent and potential, limitless prospects, and a background incomparable to ordinary people, being the Saint Heir of the Jiuli Ghost Sect.
He was indeed a flawless being.
Such a man would naturally attract countless women’s admiration.
"Big brother..."
Upon seeing the newcomer, Han Jiushan’s face immediately lit up with joy.
Han Jiuming had arrived.
His life would be saved.
The Jiuli Saint Heir just looked at Han Jiushan with a detached expression, his brows slightly furrowed, showing none of the deep affection one would expect between siblings, but instead a hint of disdain.
"You’ve nearly tarnished all of the Jiuli Ghost Sect’s reputation!"
That was the first thing the Jiuli Saint Heir said upon seeing Han Jiushan.
Hearing his elder brother’s words,
Han Jiushan’s face turned pale; the smile vanished from his face, and he lowered his head.
He regarded his elder brother as an idol and role model, admiring him to the greatest extent.
But it seemed that his elder brother held him in contempt.
Or perhaps, was this a case of being disappointed because he had failed to meet expectations?
The Jiuli Saint Heir did not look at Han Jiushan again.
His gaze was sharp like a knife, penetrating and authoritative, embodying a majestic and kingly aura!
Just standing there, he drew everyone’s gaze.
At that moment, his stare fixed on Qinchuan, the sharpness in his eyes falling on Qinchuan as he spoke in a deep voice, "Just now, it was you who called my Jiuli Ghost Sect insignificant dust, you who said that my Jiuli Ghost Sect is nothing but flickering dust?"
These profound words, brimming with authority, even affected Zhou Xi, restricting her movements.
She was inwardly alarmed, with a shifting expression, as the kingly aura made it impossible to resist.
The previously noisy crowd around them also fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with not even the sound of birds or insects.
The atmosphere turned oppressive and stifling with the arrival of the Jiuli Saint Heir and his profound interrogation.
Just when everyone thought that with the appearance of the Jiuli Saint Heir, Qinchuan would back down, they saw Qinchuan still appearing nonchalant, still exuding a composed demeanor.
Even facing the overwhelming presence and potent energy of the Jiuli Saint Heir, he made no effort to hide his amusement.
He glanced at the Jiuli Saint Heir and said at his own pace, "The Jiuli Saint Heir, huh? Over thirty years of age, possessing the cultivation level of the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, just one step away from stepping into the Dao Palace Realm, your talent is quite impressive indeed. Alas, you’ve chosen the wrong path."
Upon hearing his words, everyone around was momentarily stunned.
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This guy, he dares to criticize the Jiuli Saint Heir to his face?
The few elders following the Jiuli Saint Heir couldn’t help but frown slightly upon hearing this.
The Jiuli Saint Heir’s eyes narrowed into a sharp gaze.
One of the young martial artists from the Jiuli Ghost Sect following him shouted at Qinchuan, "Insolent! What are you to criticize the Saint Heir, speaking so boldly in his presence?"
Qinchuan glanced at the person with disinterest. "Where did this mangy cat or dog come from, yapping here? Can’t their master teach them any manners?"
Once Qinchuan said this, the people around immediately twitched their cheeks, speechless.
How dare he be so audacious in front of the Jiuli Saint Heir? Had this kid no sense of life and death?
Sure enough, the Jiuli Saint Heir’s expression darkened upon hearing Qinchuan’s words.
The young disciple by his side had an even uglier look on his face. As a disciple of the Jiuli Ghost Sect, who was always superior wherever he went, when had he ever been subjected to such insults?
Unable to bear it, he stepped forward and pointed at Qinchuan with a grim tone, "You ignorant fool, how dare you disrespect the Jiuli Ghost Sect..."
"Zhou Xi, since the master doesn’t know how to discipline, perhaps you should do it for him."
Qinchuan gave the man a sideways glance and yawned.
Zhou Xi hesitated a little, considering the overwhelming authority of the Jiuli Saint Heir and several powerful elder cultivators present.
But in an instant, Zhou Xi made her move.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The longsword in Zhou Xi’s hand slapped straight across the man’s face.
The man had not expected Qinchuan to be so defiant, let alone Zhou Xi actually heeding Qinchuan’s order to strike. Caught off guard, both sides of his face swelled up from the impact of the Evil-Suppressing Divine Sword.
"Aaah!"
"I’ll kill you!"
The young disciple immediately lost his mind in anger and, with a roar, drew his sword to kill.
However, the young disciple was merely at the Eighth Layer of the Meridian Opening Realm, similar to Han Jiushan—no match for Zhou Xi.
Zhou Xi’s Taiyin Treasure Body was activated, frosted the world around her, freezing the martial meridians of her opponent, stiffening his movements and exposing countless flaws.
With a sweep of her longsword, a cold flash of sword light swept out. "Bang!" It struck the opposing longsword raised in defense, not only breaking it but also sending its wielder tumbling through the air with a slash. Continue reading on freewebnovel.com
The man screamed as he landed on the ground, blood gushing from his chest. Had the sword cut a fraction deeper, it would have ended his life.
Feeling the severity of his injuries, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He hadn’t anticipated the woman’s power to be so terrifying.
Even though they had the precedent of Han Jiushan.
But who was Han Jiushan?
Nothing but a profligate.
He had a decent talent, also at the Eighth Layer of the Meridian Opening Realm.
But Han Jiushan was addicted to pleasures and neglected his cultivation. That’s why he never took Han Jiushan seriously.
Seeing that a young disciple from the Jiuli Saint Heir’s side was also no match for Zhou Xi and was defeated by a single sword strike, everyone around was shocked, and their eyes twitched.
"Another defeat with a single sword! Even the opponent’s weapon was severed. This person has profound foundations. That True Qi of the cold attribute is so pure and powerful, and the sword in her hands, could it be a top Spirit Treasure Level Spirit Sword?"
Many were astonished.
The other young disciple beside the Jiuli Saint Heir was utterly horrified, and a hint of wariness surfaced in their gaze towards Zhou Xi.
The Jiuli Saint Heir’s face turned ashen. To think someone dared to move against his people in front of him—it was a blatant disregard for him, a challenge!
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