Hearing the words of the woman in the green robe, the nearby Emperor Pulse Realm expert quickly nodded and stepped sideways into the air, leaving.
The remaining two Emperor Pulse Realm experts looked at Xu Zimei, with spiritual energy swirling around them, staring at him intently.
They didn’t dare to attack first, because they too could feel the disparity in the collision that had just occurred.
All they needed was to hold Xu Zimei back.
"Rest assured, I won’t run away," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"However, before your superior arrives, should I knock you both down?"
Xu Zimei’s right foot bent slightly as he stamped his left foot forcefully forward.
His entire being shot out like a streak of aurora.
The power of creation permeated around him, and the space around him crackled explosively.
An overwhelming aura approached, causing the faces of the two Emperor Pulse Realm experts to change slightly.
But they had no choice but to brace themselves and charge forward.
There was a loud "boom" of an explosion.
The two figures flew backward and crashed heavily into the side of a mountain.
Debris and chunks of earth fell.
The two men slowly stood up, their arms a bloody mess, their sleeves already torn apart.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding people were all speechless with shock.
The two ancestors of the Cloud Imperial Sect, the Emperor Pulse Realm experts, were just trampled by a young man.
"What background does this guy have!" someone whispered quietly.
"Don’t they know this is the Cloud Imperial Sect, a subordinate sect of the Blood Nether Holy Sect?
And he’s also a highly favored person at the side of the Sect Master of the Blood Nether Holy Sect."
"He must have an extraordinary status too!"
Ignoring the discussions around him, Xu Zimei stepped toward the two men from Cloud Imperial Sect.
The woman in the green robe took a deep breath and addressed the onlookers, "During this period, our sects have gathered in Green Stone Valley.
We all agreed to exclude all Loose Cultivators.
Now, with a Loose Cultivator here committing violence, are we to just ignore it?"
Hearing the words of the woman in the green robe, the people around glanced at each other.
They were no fools.
What Loose Cultivator? There must be more to the story.
"I think Sect Master Yun makes a good point. With the facts clear at the moment, perhaps we should cease fighting and investigate further," spoke someone with good relations with the Cloud Imperial Sect, seeking to intercede.
"Young man, why don’t you stop for now," someone beside him suggested to Xu Zimei.
"If you’re a Loose Cultivator, we’ll have no choice but to capture you."
"You can try," Xu Zimei glanced at the man.
The aura of an Emperor Pulse Peak surged torrentially around him.
The power of creation permeated his being, roaring as if to break through the clouds.
Feeling the icy chill in Xu Zimei’s words, the man shrank back his neck.
He looked around and realized no one was speaking up for him.
The man also quickly understood that although everyone spoke as such, they were only trying to use public opinion for pressure.
But in reality, no one actually wanted to make a move.
Moreover, this young man could overpower an Emperor Pulse Realm expert, so the people present were unlikely to be a match for him.
This matter would require the involvement of the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
...
Xu Zimei walked up to the two Emperor Pulse Realm experts from Cloud Imperial Sect.
He twisted his neck, looked at one of the Emperor Pulse Realm experts, and directly punched out without holding back.
The Emperor Pulse Realm expert didn’t even have the time to let out a scream before his head exploded instantly, turning into a mist of blood scattering all around.
The only remaining woman in the green robe retreated several steps.
She didn’t stop until her back was against the mountain side, with nowhere left to retreat.
The people around raised their eyebrows, not expecting Xu Zimei to be so ruthless.
"Do you not know of the Blood Nether Holy Sect," the woman in the green robe swallowed, quickly speaking.
"Offend me, what of the Blood Nether Holy Sect?" Xu Zimei replied indifferently.
"Such big words you have, sir."
Just as Xu Zimei finished speaking, a voice sounded from not far away.
The crowd automatically parted to create a narrow path, and a group of Merfolk entered in single file. n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
The leader was none other than the current Sect Master of the Blood Nether Holy Sect, Xue Zelong.
Xu Zimei turned his head; in that moment, the two men locked eyes from afar.
Xue Zelong frowned, thinking to himself, "How could it be him?"
During the last Six Sects Competition, when Xu Zimei obtained the position of Saint Heir,
It was he who led the team to participate.
He naturally recognized Xu Zimei.
Now, the matter at hand involved the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect, and he felt somewhat vexed.
Although the Blood Nether Holy Sect and the True Martial Holy Sect were both under the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect,
As the ruler of the Blood Nether Holy Sect, he was well aware of the disparity between them.
But now, in the presence of so many people, he couldn’t allow his Sect Gate’s dignity to be compromised.
"Xu Zimei, what are you doing?" Xue Zelong inquired with a cold tone.
Hearing Xue Zelong’s words, those around him were greatly surprised.
Those who were initially eager to enjoy the spectacle were somewhat at a loss for words.
The Sect Master of the Blood Nether Holy Sect actually knew this young man.
It seemed that the youth’s background was not ordinary either.
"Don’t you find the name Xu Zimei very familiar?" someone murmured.
"It seems I’ve heard it somewhere before," another person beside him shook his head, pondering aloud.
"The Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect, isn’t their Saint Heir also named Xu Zimei?" someone nearby exclaimed.
"It couldn’t be a namesake, could it?"
Hearing this, the surroundings instantly erupted with buzz.
As the unquestioned strongest Sect Gate in the hearts of everyone on the Eastern Continent,
every move of the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect could be said to capture the attention of countless people.
Only, this Saint Heir was quite low-profile.
Apart from taking first place in the Six Sects Competition, seldom was news about him spread in the outside world.
...
"Killing a few blind fools, what about it? Do you, Sect Master Xue, have an objection?" Xu Zimei responded.
"Are you aware that the Cloud Imperial Sect is a subsidiary sect of our Blood Nether Holy Sect?" Xue Zelong asked with furrowed brows.
"So what if it is? Even if they were from your Blood Nether Holy Sect, I would kill offenders just the same.
Let alone a subsidiary sect," Xu Zimei replied coolly.
Seeing Xue Zelong’s arrival, the woman in blue robes next to him shouted, "Sect Master, Yihang has been killed by him."
"Since you show no repentance, I shall personally take you down, and seek an explanation from the True Martial Holy Sect."
Xue Zelong narrowed his eyes, eventually speaking indifferently.
The aura of someone at the peak of the Saint Vein Realm surged around him.
A hint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.
Zhuo Yihang, this inconsequential person whom nobody would pay attention to, was actually his illegitimate son.
Although he had no affection for this son in his heart,
the blood that was thicker than water was undeniable.
He had initially placed him in the Cloud Imperial Sect hoping he would live out his days in peace there.
With his own admonitions, Zhuo Yihang should have been treated specially within the Cloud Imperial Sect.
However, Zhuo Yihang was arrogant and domineering and had also practiced a sinister technique that harvested the yin essence of women.
Normally it wouldn’t be an issue with his Suppression in place, and nothing would happen.
But now, he had encountered Xu Zimei just by bad luck.
...
Just as Xue Zelong was preparing to make his move, a group of people suddenly descended from the sky, stepping through the air.
"Since when did my True Martial Holy Sect’s Saint Heir need Sect Master Xue’s discipline?"
Elder Tianzhen, accompanied by a group of disciples, slowly descended from above.