NOVPUBHearing Qinchuan's words, the Jiuli Saint Heir's mouth twitched slightly, genuinely not expecting that someone, at death's door, would still dare to make such outrageous claims.
"Alarming and preposterous, completely nonsensical!"
The grey-robed elder's expression was indifferent, as overwhelming power crushed forward.
Within the crowd on all sides, many women couldn't help but cover their eyes, not wishing to witness the bloody scene that was about to unfold.
And those other martial artists and cultivators also couldn't help but shake their heads.
This fellow would ultimately pay a painful price for his arrogant remarks.
However, at that moment.
A terrible pressure suddenly descended.
Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds changed!
A terrifying dignity, like a tide, spread all over the sky, surging forth.
This dignity made one's spirit tremble, causing countless people's hearts and minds to shatter!
At the same time, everyone only felt an incredibly heavy pressure, born out of thin air, like a mountain suddenly pressing down on their shoulders, causing the bones of many powerful beings in the vicinity to crack and pop.
The fearsome power that was roaring towards Qinchuan and Zhou Xi silently dispersed.
"This is..."
The grey-robed elder, as well as the Jiuli Saint Heir, and the few other elders beside them, all had their expressions drastically change at once, feeling a heavy weight on their bodies as they all looked up together.
"Thud!"
On the streets around.
Many martial artists and cultivators, under this terrifying pressure, began to kneel on the ground one after another.
Some even coughed up blood, sprawling on the ground with cold sweat pouring down.
"The might... of a Saint!"
One cultivator, forehead sweating profusely and crushed to the ground by that pressure, was so frightened that he spoke with difficulty, fresh blood oozing between his teeth.
A blurry figure appeared, as if teleporting, standing in front of Qinchuan, facing the grey-robed elder.
The mighty force unleashed by the grey-robed elder that was crushing towards Qinchuan dissipated, only lifting a strand of his hair.
The blurry figure of the person slowly became clear, surrounded by countless afterimages that quickly overlapped together.
Around his body, the might of a Saint cleansed the area.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
The grey-robed elder was forced to retreat step by step, the blue stone floor beneath his feet cracked and shattered, creating numerous deep footprints on the ground.
"A Saint at the peak!"
The grey-robed elder spoke with difficulty, the terrifying pressure was mainly directed at him, pouring down on him like hundreds of thousands of Immortal Mountains, causing "popping" sounds from his body, like the sound of frying beans.
Those were the sounds of his bones breaking!
Blood oozed from his body, seeping through the skin.
This once unassailable Dragon Transformation Realm powerhouse was now incredibly miserable in this moment.
Merely the might of a Saint was too much for him to bear.
In that instant.
The entire street quieted down.
Han Jiushan lay completely pressed to the ground, unable to move, his body flush against the ground, still feeling as if he was about to be crushed flat.
Jiuli Saint Heir Han Jiuli also had beads of cold sweat on his forehead at this moment.
He, too, felt the immense pressure.
Although, this pressure was not directed at him, he was just affected by the aftermath.
But the might of the Saint was still terrifying.
He felt that this Saint's dignified presence was no less imposing than the several Supreme Saints of the Jiuli Ghost Sect.
His gaze fell upon the figure in front of Qinchuan, and the Jiuli Saint Heir's complexion turned pale. He had not anticipated that by Qinchuan's side there would be a Saint for protection, a Saint to clear the path!
A Saint to clear the path.
Even he did not have such treatment!
At this moment, his attitude toward Qinchuan underwent an immediate change.
Having a Saint for protection.
The other party's background was undoubtedly not weak!
With this in mind, it also explained why the other party dared to be so rampant in front of him.
It also clarified why they had no reverence for his Jiuli Ghost Sect.
Yet, he was still filled with suspicion and curiosity, wondering which power stood behind the other?
In this Tianyuan Nation, what force could afford such grandeur?
To have a Saint protecting a junior disciple?
Even the Crown Prince of the Tianyuan Royal Family might not receive such treatment, right?!
In the vast Tianyuan Nation, the only ones that could contend with his Jiuli Ghost Sect were the Tianyuan Royal Family, the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the Burning Heaven Sect.
But these two sects were equal in strength to his Jiuli Ghost Sect.
The three had always kept to their own, each dominating their territory.
Neither of these sects would likely provoke the Jiuli Ghost Sect like this.
At the same time, disciples of these two sects would not have the luxury of being protected by a Saint!
If that was the case, then it could only be a foreign power.
In an instant, such thoughts burgeoned in the mind of the Jiuli Saint Heir.
He had already pegged Qinchuan as a top-notch scion from a powerful clan on an overseas adventure.
He quickly calmed himself down.
A mighty dragon does not oppress the local snakes.
For a foreign power to dare such open provocation on the turf of his Jiuli Ghost Sect was a grave offense!
However, at this moment, among the few elders standing next to the Jiuli Saint Heir, one of them in a red robe had his pupils tremble slightly, and then his eyes burst into an intense light, shining upon the figure in front of Qinchuan, he uttered each word clearly, "Ye Xuanji!"
The person who came was indeed Ye Xuanji, who had followed Qinchuan's orders to go and gather information!
And this red-robed elder clearly recognized Ye Xuanji.
After all.
Ye Xuanji was not an unknown figure in Tianyuan Nation.
Someone of his stature at the Saint Realm was not to be taken lightly wherever he went.
More than that, Ye Xuanji was no ordinary Saint.
He was the youngest Saint in the past thirty thousand years of Tianyuan Nation.
Moreover, his background was profound; as soon as he became a Saint, he defeated a veteran Saint, making a name for himself and gaining renown throughout Tianyuan.
The Tianyuan Royal Family once tried to recruit him.
But Ye Xuanji chose to decline, eventually founding his own sect and establishing the Taixuan Sect in Shanhe County.
The red-robed elder had briefly encountered Ye Xuanji many years ago.
Despite the passage of time, he still recognized him.
His expression was solemn, with a sharp light flickering in his eyes.
Ye Xuanji had grown even stronger than before!
In the past ten thousand years, Ye Xuanji seldom traversed the mortal world, spending most of his time in seclusion within the forbidden grounds of the Taixuan Sect, pondering over the Dao and the principles of magic.
He was highly talented.
But he was not hasty or impulsive, instead, he solidified his foundation steadily, enhancing his cultivation, which made his realm incredibly stable, and his mana exceptionally vigorous. Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel.com
Furthermore, after listening to Qinchuan's lecture on the Heavenly Dao at the Heaven-Piercing Peak of the Cloud Sect, the exceptionally gifted Ye Xuanji gained immensely, his doubts about the Martial Arts cleared, and it allowed him to deepen his understanding of Dao Magic, further strengthening his foundation.
Do not underestimate Qinchuan's lecture.
As the saying goes, a single conversation with a wise person is worth ten years of study.
Qinchuan's exposition on Martial Arts incisively removed many of Ye Xuanji's inner doubts, and for Ye Xuanji, it was equivalent to his many years of arduous cultivation and dedicated research.
Because, at his level, he needed a deeper understanding of Martial Arts.
If the understanding was not in place, merely persevering in isolated cultivation could easily lead to a dead-end. If the doubts in his mind were not resolved, they could even become lifelong obstacles.
