Sometimes, the truth really was hard to hear.
After the tidal surge of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, the great cultivators upon the land had all vanished without a trace. As the only strongest realm below Spirit Transformation that could be rapidly attained, Purple Palace cultivators were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns throughout the entire cultivation world.
Great cultivators deserved corresponding respect.
That was the rule of the cultivation world.
Under normal circumstances, even when mortal enemies faced one another, sect cultivators would do their utmost to preserve the dignity of the other side's great cultivators.
No one could keep winning forever.
If I gave you dignity today, then should I become the loser someday, someone would naturally give me dignity as well.
This age-old, customary rule was generally not one anyone would break.
Because whoever chose to stand against everyone would inevitably have to face the resistance of the entire world.
Yet there was always a kind of person who stood outside such conventions.
Two soft clicks rang out.
Everyone saw the two Spirit Guns at Ye Xiu's side move without wind.
From within the barrels, which glimmered with peculiar light, two completely ruined spell cores that had been overloaded were replaced.
The crowd fell utterly silent, everyone simply staring at Ye Xiu before them.
Even after he had spoken such words, not a single person dared to voice a rebuttal.
Before those ambitious people had tacitly established that rule, there had actually been an even older, more primitive rule at the foundation of it all.
The strong were honored.
"What? Scared stupid?"
The mockery on Ye Xiu's face was plain for all to see. Looking at the ugly expressions of the Three Realms Sect cultivators before him, he casually threw the longsword and battle