NOVPUB"Saint Heir, it’s bad," the disciple exclaimed in a panic.
"What’s the hurry?" Xu Zimei sat up, chuckling lightly.
"People from the Divine Sun Holy Sect are at our doorstep," the disciple said quickly, "The Sect Master wants you to go over."
"It seems to be about the Drowning Pearl," Xu Zimei mumbled to himself.
He stood up, gazing deeply into the eastern skyline.
He then followed the disciple to the eastern side of the Sect Gate.
Under the Heavenly Curtain at the moment, aside from the rulers of the four Imperial Rule Immortal Sects, the space was secretly brimming with others.
This situation had already attracted the attention of other people and forces from the Eastern Continent.
At this moment, many people’s attention was on the True Martial Holy Sect, which had remained silent for an era and was now facing a challenge.
Especially by the two top-notch powers from the Extreme West Region, the Immortal Spirit Sect and the Holy Spring Sect.
...…
Xu Zimei arrived at the eastern side of the Sect Gate unhurriedly, where others were now observing his arrival.
With a fierce shout, Cang Songlin bellowed, "Xu Zimei, do you admit your guilt?"
"What do you mean, Elder Cang?" Xu Zimei slightly furrowed his brows and countered.
"You injured the disciple of our Divine Sun Holy Sect and snatched our treasured artefact. Shouldn’t you offer an explanation?" Cang Songlin asked loudly.
"And what does this have to do with you?" Xu Zimei looked at the three Imperial Rule Immortal Sects represented by Purgatory Holy Sect and asked indifferently.
The Sect Master of Purgatory Holy Sect, Yan Hong, chuckled lightly and said, "We are close friends with Elder Cang, and he asked us here to see justice done."
"Xu Zimei, are you still not admitting it?" Cang Songlin snorted coldly.
"You want an explanation? I’ll give you one," Xu Zimei replied coolly.
"The truth is, I obtained the Drowning Pearl from the hands of the Southern Heaven Four Demons, and your Divine Sun Holy Sect disciples, upon finding out, attempted to rob me but ended up being slain by me in retaliation."
"Nonsense! The Drowning Pearl is originally a treasured artefact of our Divine Sun Holy Sect; there’s no such thing as the Southern Heaven Four Demons," Cang Songlin rebuked sternly.
"See, you don’t believe what I say and still insist on an explanation from me," Xu Zimei spread his hands, helplessly responding.
"Still so defiant when death is at your doorstep," Cang Songlin’s aura surged around him.
Although he had only recently entered the Divine Vein Realm, he had truly opened the Eighth Vein Gate, with a tremendous aura flowing from his entire body.
Just then, Xu Qingshan also arrived from within the sect, stepping through the air, with the formidable aura of the Divine Vein coalescing around him.
He looked at Cang Songlin with a deep gaze and said coolly, "Touch my son, and try it."
"Sect Master Xiao, are you protecting him now?" Cang Songlin asked, frowning at Sect Master Xiao.
"Elder Cang, perhaps you shouldn’t be so hasty. Why should the words of your sect’s disciple be right and our Saint Heir’s be nonsense?"
Sect Master Xiao shook his head and said, "We can investigate the matter slowly, but if you’re thinking of using your power to bully us, you’re welcome to try.
Our True Martial Holy Sect has been passed down since the Era of Emperors, surviving all kinds of turmoil.
When our ancestors roamed the Yuan Central Continent, I’m afraid your sects had not even been founded.
Although their descendants may be incompetent, they do not wish to lose the pride of our ancestors."
"In that case, let’s fight," Cang Songlin uttered sharply, his aura becoming even more forceful.
The rulers of the other three Imperial Rule Immortal Sects also exuded an overwhelming Divine Might.
The Firmament seemed to be torn apart as their auras subtly connected and converged, causing a vast portion of the Firmament behind them to collapse.
Endless spiritual energy surged all around.
Xu Zimei slowly raised his head and looked at Cang Songlin. "Do you want to kill me?"
"Hand over the Drowning Pearl, and I will let bygones be bygones," Cang Songlin said indifferently.
"Just a mere ant who has just entered the Divine Vein Realm, why be so arrogant?" Xu Zimei slowly shook his head.
The next moment, the endless Creation Force around him spread out, and his figure disappeared into the void.
His speed was extremely fast, causing ripples to spread through space, catching most of the onlookers off-guard.
In an instant, Xu Zimei appeared behind Cang Songlin and struck down with his palm.
A thunderous explosion resounded all around; his palm strike was immensely powerful, shattering the space around him.
Creation Force filled half the firmament; Xu Zimei, now at the peak of the Divine Vein Realm, naturally was not comparable to Cang Songlin, who had just stepped into the Divine Vein Realm.
The gulf between them was as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.
When Xu Zimei’s palm struck down, Cang Songlin also instantly reacted.
"So fast," he hastily turned around to meet Xu Zimei’s palm with his own, trying to defend.
With a boom, half the firmament collapsed, and spatial turbulence whipped around them.
But Cang Songlin couldn’t even defend against a single move, as he was blasted backward.
In the instant that Cang Songlin was sent flying, thunder surged in Xu Zimei’s eyes.
Wisps of purple lightning crackled out, followed by another thunderous boom.
Two extreme thunderbolts, carrying the wrath of the Thunder God, descended from the sky and directly struck the very center of Cang Songlin.
The rumbling sound continued to echo across the firmament, and the onlookers were already stunned in place.
"Is the Saint Heir this strong?" Within the True Martial Holy Sect, the watching disciples still couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
"Doesn’t that mean that even our Sect Master Xiao is no match for the Saint Heir," someone murmured.
…
When the dust settled, at the center of the explosion, Cang Songlin, covered in blood with his flesh split open, knelt on the ground.
He swiftly healed his wounds, looking up at Xu Zimei with a difficult expression.
"Peak Divine Vein Realm!"
Xu Zimei chuckled, his figure once again disappearing into the void.
The next moment, he appeared behind Cang Songlin, with the Tyrant Shadow drawn from its sheath.
The Curved Blade, carrying endless might, fell from the sky, and it was about to slice through Cang Songlin’s neck.
Suddenly, a deep cold snort emerged from the void, and then a giant hand reached out from the void towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei’s blade continued its course, but the hand reached faster, grabbing hold of the Tyrant Shadow.
With a boom, the hand was disintegrated by the blade’s force, exploding, and Xu Zimei himself was forced back several steps.
He focused his gaze towards the horizon, where space tore open and two elders stepped out.
One of the elders was Thundercloud Elder, who had just stepped into Immortality, and the other, with a blazing sun behind his head, radiated an extraordinary might—he was one of the old ancestors of the Divine Sun Holy Sect and a War General of the Divine Sun Emperor, the Red Crow Elder.
"It seems the Divine Sun Holy Sect has indeed turned out in full force this time," Sect Master Xiao said with narrowed eyes, his tone indifferent.
"Heavenly Curtain, won’t you come out?"
