NOVPUBThis statement was no exaggeration, for assembled in the plaza were the most formidable sects of the Eastern Continent.
With the arrival of Xu Zimei, he had also attracted the attention of many.
"Isn’t that the current Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect?" someone asked in confusion.
"Why didn’t he participate in the Heavenly Martial Convention?"
"The Heavenly Martial Convention has already been going on for quite a while, what is he doing coming now?"
"I wonder if there’s still a chance for him to participate?"
"It’s definitely not possible now, the competition is more than halfway through, and it’s open to the entire Eastern Continent, no one has special privileges.
No matter how strong his True Martial Holy Sect is, the Baili Family wouldn’t dare to change the rules rashly."
"Yes, yes," someone agreed.
"That’s quite a pity. Although Xu Zimei appears rarely in our Eastern Continent, he has always been hailed as the foremost among the young generation. Not participating this time, we won’t be able to witness his true strength to see if he’s truly number one or just a name."
Xu Zimei did not bother with the discussions of the people around him and directly sat down next to Xu Qingshan.
"Why did you only arrive now?" Xu Qingshan asked, frowning.
"There were some delays on the road, and it took longer than I expected," Xu Zimei replied.
"Then you’ll miss the Heavenly Martial Convention this time, they can’t let you join midway," Xu Qingshan stated.
"I know, I’ll just watch the excitement," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"It’s also been a long time since I last sparred with various talents of the Eastern Continent.
The last time was when our True Martial Holy Sect hosted the Six Sects Competition."
"That was just a contest in the Utmost West Region, it couldn’t possibly compare to this Heavenly Martial Convention," Xu Qingshan pointed out.
"I wonder how they are doing?"
"Winning the championship is definitely out of the question," Xu Zimei stated.
He was well aware of the capabilities of Xiang Qianheng, Sword Twenty-One, and Jiang Xier.
Though they were absolutely talented, the competition this time was filled with talents, and each Saint Heir from various Imperial Rule Immortal Sects was stronger than the last.
Breaking through the competition to become the foremost was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
"Winning the championship is secondary; I just hope they don’t lose too quickly," Xu Qingshan commented.
This time at the Heavenly Martial Convention, the strength of the talents caught him by surprise.
Not only those Saint Heirs, but many loose cultivators also shined.
"They shouldn’t be that weak," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
"Young Master Xu, greetings," the Sect Master of Holy Spring Sect, Luo Changhe, said with a smile as he looked towards Xu Zimei.
"Sect Master Luo, long time no see," Xu Zimei nodded.
"Since our Six Sects Contest, Young Master Xu’s youthful vigor has always been clear in my mind," Luo Changhe said with a smile.
"Being unable to participate in this Heavenly Martial Convention and show your elegance to the world is truly regrettable."
"Regrettable is an overstatement; none of these millions have caught my eye," Xu Zimei responded.
"I’m just curious as to who will be the top of this Heavenly Martial."
"Such arrogance," someone coldly snorted upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words.
Mockingly they said, "I think some people are afraid to participate and deliberately arrive late, merely having an empty reputation."
Xu Zimei turned his head to see who was mocking him. It was a burly man.
This man was clad in a black and grey robe and sported long hair and a long beard.
Looking like a savage who had walked out of the mountains, he exuded the most primal, barbaric aura.
"Isn’t this the sect master of the Myriad Beasts Sect," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"I heard your sect’s lineage was contaminated, nearly leading to its annihilation, yet here you are bouncing back."
Xu Zimei clearly remembered that he had almost annihilated the Myriad Beasts Sect using the Pure Moon Altar.
Consequently, what was originally a competition among seven sects in the Extreme West Region became a competition among six.
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, there was a loud "bang" as Li Yunhu, the Sect Master of the Myriad Beasts Sect, fiercely slapped the seat beside him.
He angrily stood up and glared at Xu Zimei.
They, the Myriad Beasts Sect, had suffered heavy losses last time and only after an investigation did they realize that it had been Xu Zimei’s doing.
However, due to their status, they couldn’t directly take action in public, especially since they were no match for the True Martial Holy Sect.
"What’s the matter, Sect Master Li?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
"A nobody who doesn’t even dare participate in the Heavenly Martial Assembly, I can’t be bothered to argue with," Li Yunhu huffed angrily and sat down.
"May I ask, Sect Master Li, who has the Myriad Beasts Sect chosen to participate in the great competition this time?" Xu Qingshan asked.
Li Yunhu pointed to a projection of a young man in the void, proudly saying, "That is our sect’s Saint Heir, Kuang Qianshan."
The young man in the projection was dressed in a black vest, his muscles prominently bulging.
Kuang Qianshan seemed like an unparalleled ferocious beast, possessing absolute strength.
He could almost tear Monster Beasts apart with his hands, and with a punch, he could reduce a tall mountain to dust.
"Thanks to someone," Li Yunhu said, looking at Xu Zimei and sneering.
"When Kuang Qianshan’s bloodline was in turmoil, no one expected an anomaly to occur.
Instead of exploding and dying, his bloodline evolved a level, and now his body is just like that of a Divine Beast."
Xu Zimei smiled and said, "Then congratulations to Sect Master Li."
Li Yunhu huffed coldly and remained silent.
From the projection, it could be seen that the disciples from the nine great Imperial Rule Immortal Sects seemed to have reached a consensus.
They weren’t killing each other but were planning to first clear out some loose cultivators.
Some loose cultivators, knowing their own lack of strength, all huddled together for warmth and began to collectively oppose the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
The entire Heavenly Primordial small world was in chaos.
...
In the Heavenly Primordial small world, Sword Twenty-One was walking through a forest at this moment.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the side.
A young man wearing a coarse white shirt with several patches walked out from the side.
The young man sized up Sword Twenty-One and shouted, "Which sect are you from?
I, Li Mubai, don’t slay the nameless."
"Noisy," Sword Twenty-One huffed coldly.
With a light swipe of his right finger, dozens of sword lights burst out from the void, rushing toward the coarse-clothed young man.
As the sharp sword lights flashed past his eyes,
The young man called Li Mubai sneezed.
With a "Achoo," suddenly "bang, bang, bang," three explosions sounded, and countless sword lights shattered in mid-air.
"Are you from the True Martial Holy Sect?" Looking at the robe Sword Twenty-One was wearing, Li Mubai muttered to himself.
"Defeating a disciple of the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect should also be considered fame, I suppose."
As his voice dropped, his figure also disappeared into the void.
"So fast," Sword Twenty-One’s pupils constricted, and he quickly looked around warily.
"Where are you looking?" A light laugh sounded from behind, followed by a burst of fist wind striking from behind.
Sword Twenty-One hurriedly turned around to face the attack, but in the next moment, he saw Li Mubai’s figure split into four,
Charging from four different directions towards Sword Twenty-One.
