NOVPUB"Ye Xuanji, how dare you make a move against us? Are you not afraid of Jiuli Ghost Sect's retaliation?!"
The red-robed elders and such were all infuriated, truly not expecting that Ye Xuanji would actually dare to act.
Not only were they glaring furiously at Ye Xuanji, but their anger towards Qinchuan, who had instructed Ye Xuanji to act, was even greater.
Their gazes at Qinchuan were filled with such hatred that they wished they could tear him to pieces on the spot.
However, with a protector like Ye Xuanji—a peak Saint Realm expert—standing by their side, they dared not act recklessly, even though they were filled with towering rage.
Feeling the murderous glares from everyone, Qinchuan, somewhat bored, couldn't help but frown; his indifferent gaze fell back on them: "Anyone who dares show murderous intent towards me won't meet a good end. Do you really think that I would hesitate to kill you, just because of the words 'Jiuli Ghost Sect'?"
As Qinchuan spoke, the color drained from Zhou Xi's face.
She felt the faint killing intent emanating from Qinchuan.
This made her involuntarily recall the scene in Myriad Spirit Garden, when Qinchuan slaughtered Xiao Motian and others from Taixuan Sect, sending a chill through her heart.
Ye Xuanji also sensed the faint killing intent that Qinchuan was exuding.
His eyes lifted slightly, his calm gaze resting on the Jiuli Ghost Sect members, a heavy, invisible authority radiating outward like a tide, solidifying the air in the entire void and making it oppressive to the point of suffocation.
His hair floated in the air, and the powerful spiritual pressure he exerted oppressed all around, ready to attack and kill those before him at Qinchuan's command.
The people from Jiuli Ghost Sect immediately had their pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.
They naturally also felt Qinchuan's faint killing intent.
Qinchuan's killing intent was not terrifying in itself.
He had not used Emperor Soul.
But this trace of faint killing intent from Qinchuan made Ye Xuanji poised to strike.
It made them thoroughly understand that the person before them was not easy to provoke, and should not be provoked.
At least.
In the current situation, they could not afford to completely turn against him.
Because, if Qinchuan truly gave the order, Ye Xuanji would indeed dare to carry out the annihilation!
At this moment.
Everyone from Jiuli Ghost Sect held their breath.
That gaze, filled with anger and murderous intent towards Qinchuan, was extinguished in an instant, replaced by horror and panic. Stay tuned to freewebnovel.com
In the past, the four words "Jiuli Ghost Sect" were enough to deter all around, allowing them to act with impunity.
No one wouldn't show them some reverence.
Even the Imperial Family had to treat them courteously.
But this young man before them was clearly an exception.
He had not taken them into consideration from the beginning to the end.
At this moment, they chose to be silent, to swallow their pride.
Otherwise, they had no doubt that the other party would truly annihilate them right there and then.
"Let there not be a next time."
Qinchuan's gaze shifted, sweeping over the few people; after leaving behind such a statement, he turned around and left with Ye Xuanji and Zhou Xi.
As for Han Jiushan?
Under the Saint Realm pressure previously exerted by Ye Xuanji, he was nearly half-dead by now, weakened to the extreme.
He had already almost had his arms cut off by Zhou Xi, bleeding continuously.
Now, he was pressed to the ground by the might of a Saint, almost turned into a paste; just being alive was already fortunate.
And for such a lackey, Qinchuan naturally had no interest in deliberately stepping on him again.
Disdain.
The crowd automatically parted to open a path. no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
No one dared block the way of Qinchuan and his companions.
All eyes that looked upon Qinchuan at this moment were filled with awe.
Regardless of whether or not Qinchuan could truly remain unafraid of the colossal entity that was the Jiuli Ghost Sect,
his performance alone was enough to deter these ordinary martial artists and cultivators.
He even dared to trample on the Jiuli Ghost Sect.
If these people offended him, wouldn't the consequences be even more dire?
But what they didn't know
was that in Qinchuan's eyes, the Jiuli Ghost Sect and these common martial artists and cultivators were no different.
When he stepped on people, he never cared about the other party's background.
As long as they didn't provoke him, they could coexist peacefully.
If they did provoke him, no matter how towering the other party's background might be, it would be useless before him—all would be crushed beneath his foot.
There was silence on all sides, everyone watched as Qinchuan and his party left, with no one daring to break the stillness of the moment.
This quiet atmosphere was suffocating and oppressive.
It wasn't until Qinchuan, with Ye Xuanji and Zhou Xi, had walked far away and gradually disappeared from sight that people's suspended hearts finally began to ease.
Yet still, no one dared to discuss the recent events at this moment.
Because the people from the Jiuli Ghost Sect were still there.
At this moment,
everyone from the Jiuli Ghost Sect was pale with anger, their faces extremely gloomy.
As one of the three great overlords of the Tianyuan Nation aside from the Imperial Family, dominating one area and commanding respect in another, when had the Jiuli Ghost Sect ever suffered such a huge loss?
To be challenged and humiliated like this, yet at this moment, they were unable to fight back or retort.
Even being utterly suppressed by Qinchuan, in the end, they didn't even dare to show their anger.
What humiliation was this?
Once the events of today spread, the dignity of the Jiuli Ghost Sect would be utterly lost!
"Damn it!"
The face of the Jiuli Ghost Sect's Saint Heir was ashen as he looked in the direction Qinchuan had left, unable to stop himself from cursing through clenched teeth, his fists tightly clenched inside his sleeves, shaking with rage.
Ever since he became the Saint Heir of the Jiuli Ghost Sect, he had never experienced such humiliation.
This grievance was hard to swallow!
"Elder Hong, who exactly is that Ye Xuanji?"
The Jiuli Ghost Sect's Saint Heir did not recognize Ye Xuanji.
Ye Xuanji had become a saint long before he was even born.
After establishing the Taixuan Sect, Ye Xuanji seldom interacted with others, spending most of his time in secluded cultivation.
Although not a few people knew of Ye Xuanji's name, those who recognized him were far fewer.
And a young disciple like the Jiuli Ghost Sect's Saint Heir had not even heard of Ye Xuanji's name.
"He is someone with great talent, who has been acclaimed as the youngest Saint in the last thirty thousand years."
The man in the red robe also had an unhappy expression, but his face softened a bit when facing the Jiuli Ghost Sect's Saint Heir.
The Jiuli Ghost Sect's Saint Heir was the most stunning talent they had seen in nearly a thousand years, greatly valued and vigorously nurtured by the high levels of the Jiuli Ghost Sect.
Men like the one in the red robe were his Protectors.
"So, this person is a cultivator of our Tianyuan Ancient Kingdom? Not a strong warrior from another ancient kingdom?"
Hearing the words of the man in the red robe, the Jiuli Ghost Sect's Saint Heir's eyes immediately flashed a sharp light, and his expression turned cold.
The man in the red robe nodded and spoke, "This person became a saint ten thousand years ago, the youngest of his time, astonishing the world. Even the Tianyuan Royal Family had invited him, offering a very high position and huge benefits, wishing to win him over, but he refused them."
"Aside from the Tianyuan Royal Family, our Jiuli Ghost Sect, along with the Heavenly Sword Sect and Burning Heaven Sect, had also extended invitations to him at the time, but he similarly rejected them."
"It is said that afterward, he established his own sect and founded one known as the Taixuan Sect."
