At the sight, the elder from the Carefree Holy Land practically went mad, becoming hysterical.
A hundred Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators-what a formidable lineup that was.
Yet Ye Xuan had now cut down ten of them with two sword strikes, a full tenth of their number.
What enraged him most was that those ten had accomplished nothing at all. They had barely depleted any of Ye Xuan's Spiritual Qi.
They had truly died humiliating deaths.
The other ninety-odd Essence Condensation Tianjiao were also stunned by the sight.
Earlier, all they had thought about was slaughtering a Holy Son under the eyes of the masses. Once they succeeded, they would surely win fame and make their names.
They had been basking in the glory of all that attention.
Who could have imagined that Ye Xuan would attack right then?
Wasn't he supposed to wait until they stepped onto the martial platform and exchanged introductions with cupped fists before fighting?
That bastard really had no regard for the rules.
They needed no reminder. By the time the elder spoke, they were already all flying toward the martial platform.
Over a dozen of them even charged furiously at Ye Xuan.
Among those dozen or so, some were thrilled, others excited.
Slaying a Holy Son-what an incredible feat that would be!
But their excitement soon vanished.
"What a bunch of trash!"
Ye Xuan's maddening voice rang in their ears. In the next instant, all 108 spiritual meridians in his body opened, and he charged straight at those dozen or so people.
He was like an enraged savage beast, his charge raising a thunderous roar, the churning currents making the air crack and explode without end.
In a mere instant, Ye Xuan reached them. The Yaoguang Sword swept in every direction, raising towering waves of sword strikes.
The dozen or so cultivators were prepared and swung their magical artifacts at Yaoguang.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out one after another, but by the time they subsided, all dozen or so had been sent flying.
Their magical artifacts had all been severed by the Yaoguang Sword. They lay on the ground, wounded or dead, utterly unable to fight.
They could not withstand a single blow!
Below the platform, everyone's eyes widened once more, their minds trembling violently.
One strike. Yet another single strike!
One sword strike had actually cut down over a dozen peak Essence Condensation Realm cultivators, including an extraordinary Tianjiao whose name they had shouted earlier. It was simply unbelievable.
His sacred robes fluttering, Ye Xuan stood proudly on the martial platform and chuckled. "A hundred Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators, and this is all you've got?"
"You haven't put even the slightest pressure on this Holy Son. You think you're worthy of being called Tianjiao, of being called monsters?"
His calm words struck like thunder.
Many of the powerful faction leaders on the raised dais looked utterly grim.
Among those dead Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators were their disciples.
Some of those disciples had truly been outstanding, figures of some renown in the Eastern Wasteland.
Yet compared with Ye Xuan today, they suddenly seemed like utter trash, unworthy even of being the green leaves that set off a flower.
With another dozen or so of the hundred Tianjiao gone, fewer than eighty remained capable of fighting.
By now, those eighty had surrounded Ye Xuan on all sides, but their earlier excitement and exhilaration were gone.
Anger welled in some of their eyes, while fear rose in others.
Could they really kill such a powerful Ye Xuan?
Even if they could, what a terrible price would they have to pay? How many would have to die?
Most infuriating of all, Ye Xuan had humiliated them before the world. What a slap in the face!
Seeing the two sides at a standstill, with no one attacking even after so long, the Carefree Holy Land elder grew even more furious.
He snapped in exasperation, "Trash! Fools! Hurry up and attack! Are you giving him time to recover so he can kill you?"
A single remark woke the dreamers!
The nearly eighty Tianjiao's expressions changed at his words. In the next instant, they charged at Ye Xuan in a ring.
Nearly eighty Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators attacked Ye Xuan in the center from every direction. It had to be said that the sight was visually overwhelming.
Looking at that dense mass of eighty people, everyone broke into a cold sweat for Ye Xuan.
Han Bingning's beautiful face, however, was icy.
She swept a cold gaze toward the Carefree Holy Land elder. "If you dare utter another word, if you dare interfere with the battle on the platform again, I will kill you outright!"
Her icy voice held not a trace of emotion.
The Carefree Holy Land elder's heart jolted, and cold sweat involuntarily seeped from his entire body.
At that moment, he truly felt her killing intent.
Though inwardly frantic and stifled, he dared not show it, nor did he dare speak again.
His conduct did indeed count as interfering with the battle.
It was a matter that could be treated as either major or minor.
If no one pursued it, it was nothing serious. But if someone did, it would become a serious matter.
Given Han Bingning's domineering ways, he had no doubt that if he dared speak again, she would kill him, and no one would be able to protect him.
On the martial platform.
Facing the cultivators closing in to kill him from all directions, Ye Xuan sneered inwardly.
A bunch of trash. Do you really think you can trap and kill me like this?
He did not even need to activate his Divine Eyes. With a thunderous boom, he shot forward.
As Spiritual Qi surged wildly, his speed broke past its limits. He swept his sword out, Sword Qi illuminating heaven and earth.
Wet slicing sounds rang out in succession. Before three Essence Condensation cultivators could even react, their bodies were already falling, their eyes wide in death.
After killing three with a single slash, Ye Xuan instantly broke through the encirclement and appeared outside it.
The next instant, he put Yaoguang away. His body moving like a dragon, he charged straight at several people who still had not recovered their senses and still had their backs to him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A single collision sent four or five Essence Condensation peak cultivators flying, every inch of their bones shattered.
At that moment, Ye Xuan's body was like a dragon, his might shaking all directions!
"Kill!"
"Kill!!!"
From the side, over a dozen people wielding magical artifacts frantically drove the Spiritual Qi within them and lunged at Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan sneered, met them head-on without fear, and unleashed several punches.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Those people were instantly smashed to the ground, their heads pulverized.
At that moment, Ye Xuan was like a god of slaughter, an incomparably domineering god of slaughter, unmatched and imperious!
"Kill me? Are you worthy? This Holy Son was only talking, yet you actually dared step onto the platform! Do you really think I'm so good-tempered? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Sneering, Ye Xuan darted among those Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators like a tiger among sheep.
He was showing everyone below the platform what it meant to utterly overwhelm, what it meant to slaughter.
To him, Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators truly were no more than ants.
Against this trash, he did not even need to use the Deadly Sword Strike, the Azure Dragon Roar, the Emperor Formula, or the Thunder God Palm.
Bang!
Ye Xuan threw another punch, sending a young man flying backward to the ground, his dantian shattered.
The young man stared at that proud, imperious figure with a complicated expression, fear and venom in his eyes.
He, Zhuo Yao, had been the undisputed best among the Carefree Holy Land's disciples at his cultivation level. No one could rival him.
He had felt honored and proud of that, even arrogantly believing himself the strongest Essence Condensation cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland.
And now?
Before Ye Xuan, a Holy Son who was only at the Essence Condensation Realm sixth layer, not even at the peak, he was so much child's play, so laughable, so unable to withstand a single blow.
Was he still worthy of being called a monster?
If he was a monster, then what was Ye Xuan?
Ye Xuan, however, did not even look at Zhuo Yao.
There was nothing for it. He really did not know him, and he had not found Zhuo Yao particularly powerful, either.
He was already charging at the others again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With one sweeping blow, another dozen or so people flew backward and fell to the ground.
They rolled about, wailing in agony, while the blood on the ground grew ever thicker.
Watching this scene, everyone below the platform was nearly numb.
In less than a few short minutes, fewer than twenty of the hundred Essence Condensation Realm peak cultivators remained standing.
Moreover, all twenty were pale-faced, without the slightest will to fight left.
Only despair and fear remained in their eyes. Their psychological defenses had been utterly battered into collapse.
The rest lay on the ground, most of them dead beyond doubt. Even those who were not dead were completely or partially crippled, barely clinging to life.
Ye Xuan, meanwhile, remained just as elegant and poised, his sacred robes fluttering, untouched by dust.
The fellow had rather ostentatiously formed a protective barrier around his body, keeping every drop of blood from staining his sacred robes.