Geniuses Since Ancient Times Have Faced This Trial; The Continent's Swords Tremble and Bow to Wuming

Southern Domain, Half-Moon Bay, Flower-Grass Pavilion.

This three-story pavilion was frequented year-round by peerless beauties.

Even Li Fugui, who held the "Eighteen Flower-Grass Orders," rarely had the chance to ascend the pavilion, as he was always away handling affairs.

Thus, it could be said that men were virtually never seen in Flower-Grass Pavilion.

Yet now, accompanied by the tap-tap of footsteps, two men calmly ascended the stairs beneath the gazes of several peerless beauties on the pavilion's second floor.

Men!

One of them had only just entered the Sovereign stage.

The other did not even possess a trace of spiritual essence fluctuation, seeming no different from an ordinary man.

Yet step by step, they advanced as though Holy Emperors had descended, their immense pressure leaving people unable to breathe.

"This..."

The several great beauties were dumbfounded. For the first time, obvious panic appeared within Flower-Grass Pavilion.

Half-Moon Bay did not permit the presence of anyone at or above the level of a demi-saint. Taixu was the highest possible realm, so who could possess such an aura? And if these two men were allowed to walk up to the third floor like this, when the two Pavilion Masters held them accountable, even death would not suffice as punishment! But stopping them...

They could not move at all! Even those in Taixu could not move!

"Sir..."

Someone tried to speak, but the sword at her waist buzzed and trembled, bursting forth with sharp sword aura that actually injured its owner! Everyone's pupils contracted. Only then did they notice the scar on that ordinary man's neck—and that he had merely eight fingers.

At that moment, the red lips of the several great beauties opened in unison, and the second floor of Flower-Grass Pavilion seemed to light up.

"Shh."

Storyteller turned with a smile