NOVPUB"He doesn’t care about any worldly matters, he does everything based on his mood."
"If his mood is good, he might save an ordinary person, but if not, he won’t hesitate to kill a Saint Heir from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect."
"Is he really that strong?" someone beside asked.
Hearing this question, the person who had been answering fell silent for a moment.
Eventually, he lifted his head and gazed into the distant horizon, speaking faintly, "In our Nine States Domain, the younger generation universally acknowledges two great sword experts.
One is called the Sky-reaching Sword God, whose swordsmanship is domineering and incomparable, never sheathing his blade until blood has been spilled.
The other is Xiao Mo, it’s said that during a battle, he only needs to utter ’Sword, come,’ and his longsword will traverse the Endless Void, descending from the Other Shore to this place.
No one has ever seen his sword, because anyone who has seen him draw his sword is already dead.
Do you think he’s strong? Even Nanmen Tianhong pays him respect."
"What about compared to Xiang Kunlun?" The person, hailing from the Tianluan Domain, asked with apparent dissatisfaction.
"I’ve heard of Xiang Kunlun’s reputation. Without fighting, it’s hard to compare, but I still favor Xiao Mo," the man said with a smile.
As everyone was discussing, they saw Demon Thirteen, driving the Nightmare, slowly approaching.
The Nightmare stopped below the Vast Expanse Building, and Xu Zimei slowly descended.
At the sight of Xu Zimei, everyone around felt a bit unfamiliar.
"Who is this?"
"I don’t know, but it seems he should be a talented disciple from some other place."
"Nevertheless, since he can come to this Vast Expanse Building, he must have some abilities."
People around didn’t speak anymore; the stir that the previous few had caused made Xu Zimei seem somewhat ordinary.
After alighting from the carriage, Xu Zimei headed straight into the Vast Expanse Building.
The two guards at the door blocked Xu Zimei’s path.
He chuckled, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but may I know from whence Young Master hails?
Today, this Vast Expanse Building has been reserved by our Saint Heir, and only talented disciples are to be received."
Xu Zimei didn’t say a word, as Demon Thirteen wrinkled his brow.
He saw Demon Thirteen’s right hand lift slightly in mid-air, and as Demonic Qi swirled, the two men were lifted into the air.
"Does my young master also need to report his name to you?" Demon Thirteen said indifferently.
"In this vast world, is there a place my young master can’t go?"
The two guards, lifted up and struggling, had no chance to answer.
At that moment, a cold snort was heard from nearby.
"It’s really a bunch of strays, not even checking what place this is before daring to cause trouble?"
Xu Zimei turned his head to look, and saw a young man in blue robes approaching from the side.
Seeing this young man, Xu Zimei hadn’t yet inquired when the crowd discussing around had already recognized his identity.
"That’s Shen Panshi, isn’t it?"
"It must be. While his reputation isn’t as great as the few before him, his Pan Stone Sect is also a first-rate power.
Moreover, his ’Immovable as Mountain’ has been cultivated to the seventh level; when fully defended, even fighters of the Emperor Pulse Realm would find it hard to injure him."
"Kid, do you know what place this is? If you don’t have the ability, don’t come here just to join the excitement," Shen Panshi said with contempt.
Xu Zimei gestured slightly with his hand, signaling Demon Thirteen to put the two guards down.
After landing, the guards lay on the ground, gasping for air in an undignified manner.
"You dare to cause trouble in the Vast Expanse Building?" one of the guards said angrily.
"What qualifies one to enter your Vast Expanse Building?" Xu Zimei asked with a light chuckle.
"Our Saint Heir has ordered that one must either be famous or sufficiently strong," the guard on the right answered.
"Does he have the right to enter then?" Xu Zimei asked, pointing at Shen Panshi with a smile.
"Of course, Young Master Shen is the Saint Heir of the Pan Stone Sect. Although he’s not considered a top-tier Talented Disciple, he still has some fame in our Great Liang," the guard nodded in response.
Upon hearing the guard’s words, Shen Panshi arrogantly snorted in disdain.
Xu Zimei smiled and nodded slightly, then suddenly sent a palm strike toward Shen Panshi.
As the palm descended, its momentum was like a rainbow, and Shen Panshi screamed in alarm.
"You shameless wretch, all you can do is launch a sneak attack."
His figure hurriedly dodged to the side, followed by him standing on the ground in a horse stance.
His limbs were positioned at odd angles, surrounded by a dark yellow Spiritual Energy.
He brought his hands together above his head, as if his posture were a towering mountain.
His legs were deeply rooted in the ground, the pale yellow Spiritual Energy merging with the earth as one.
It was as if he himself was a part of the land.
"Immovable as Mountain?" Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.
Then his palm descended once more, the surrounding space compressed, beginning to collapse and shatter.
That palm strike didn’t seem very powerful, but even so, it hadn’t fully landed yet.
Even though Xu Zimei’s palm was still some distance from Shen Panshi, the oppressiveness it brought was already quite intense.
With the palm falling, Shen Panshi’s clothing began to rip and tear gradually.
Veins bulged on his forehead, and the blood vessels on his body started to show.
The Spiritual Energy within him boiled like hot water, bubbling furiously.
His eyes bulged as if they were about to explode at any moment.
At this instant, everyone felt as if the space before them shifted, followed by a loud "boom."
Shen Panshi’s body exploded, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
At that moment, Xu Zimei’s palm had not yet fully fallen, with several meters separating the two.
Looking at Shen Panshi’s dismembered corpse, Xu Zimei turned his head and wiped his hands.
Smiling, he asked the guard, "Can I go in now?"
"Ye—yes," the guard took a deep breath, stammering somewhat dumbly as he nodded.
Xu Zimei shook his head slightly and, together with Demon Thirteen, walked into the Vast Expanse Building.
......
The Vast Expanse Building had thirteen floors, and now Nanmen Tianhong had reserved the entire building.
Floors one through thirteen were all used to entertain the Talented Disciples.
However, the lower floors were somewhat deserted, as most people had gone to the thirteenth floor.
The real Talented Disciples of this feast were all gathered on the thirteenth floor.
Entering the Vast Expanse Building, the first floor was splendid and luxurious, with worldly gold, silver, and jewels visible everywhere.
Xu Zimei did not like this kind of atmosphere.
Walking up the stairs, the stairs were made entirely of Heaven South Wood, with "Stairway to the Clouds" inscribed on them in small characters.
With nine twists and eighteen bends, he ascended to the second floor.
The decor of the second floor was somewhat elegant and refined.
In the center was a clear lake.
The lake’s lotuses emerged from the mud unsoiled, and fish swam through the green waters.
Surrounding the lake, countless pavilions had been built.
The pavilions enclosed the lake, with a gentle breeze softly blowing from all around.
"Let’s find a place to sit," Xu Zimei said.
"Aren’t you going to the thirteenth floor, Young Master?" Demon Thirteen asked curiously.
"There’s no point in going now. I don’t know any of the Talented Disciples from the Nine States Domain," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
