"Th-this... Holy Son Ye is so strong!"
"The Spiritual Qi in his body actually flows without end! How is that possible?"
"Just how many spiritual meridians did he open, and how vast a dantian did he create?"
Below, as everyone watched that figure standing proudly on the battle platform, disdainful of all, their hearts once again trembled violently beyond their control, pounding like thunder, surging like waves.
This scene was simply too shocking, too unimaginable.
Facing a hundred peak Essence Condensation cultivators alone, he still crushed them like rotten wood before a storm. It was simply unbelievable.
Ye Xuan stood tall and distinguished, his sacred robes fluttering, elegant and disdainful of all.
His gaze blazed like a torch as he looked at the twenty-odd so-called Tianjiao remaining before him and said indifferently, "Will you get off yourselves?"
The twenty-odd Tianjiao looked utterly grim at his words, but none dared voice an angry rebuke.
Weaker than him, they could only endure the humiliation!
Ye Xuan lifted his foot and stepped forward.
His footsteps thudded, sounding like muffled thunder in the ears of those twenty-odd Tianjiao.
They stared fixedly at Ye Xuan, their faces deathly pale, their hearts racing, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
For every step Ye Xuan took forward, they took one step back, moving in perfect unison.
Everyone below the platform found the sight somewhat eerie.
The elders of the Carefree Holy Land and the magnates of the thirty-six factions that had assembled those hundred Essence Condensation cultivators flushed even more deeply.
With every step those twenty-odd Tianjiao retreated, they felt their old faces burn.
It was like one ringing slap after another striking their faces, leaving them so ashamed they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Ye Xuan stopped looking at those twenty-odd Tianjiao. As he advanced on them at an unhurried pace, he turned his gaze toward the Carefree Holy Land elder below.
His gaze was flippant, a playful smile on his lips. "A hundred Tianjiao, a battle to the death, and this is all?"
Ye Xuan extended a finger and pointed straight at the Carefree Holy Land elder who had been taking the lead all along. "Does your Carefree Holy Land have no one left?"
"One of the Eastern Wasteland's three great holy lands, yet among everyone below Golden Core, not one can suppress a mere Essence Condensation cultivator like me?"
The Carefree Holy Land elder's expression turned exceedingly ugly at those words. He snapped, "Ye Xuan, don't be too arrogant!"
Whoosh!
Yet the instant his words fell, Ye Xuan had already slashed out with his sword.
Slice! Slice! Slice!
Before him, another dozen or so Tianjiao fell, their heads severed from their bodies.
At the sight, the remaining dozen or so could no longer withstand the pressure. They collapsed onto the martial platform with a thud, not a shred of fighting spirit left.
Ye Xuan looked at the Carefree Holy Land elder. "Arrogant? This Holy Son is precisely this arrogant. What can you do to me?"
He scoffed. "Not satisfied? Then send stronger ones! Below Golden Core, this Holy Son is invincible. Send whoever you like!"
Ye Xuan's voice thundered, shaking all directions. "A hundred? Two hundred? Send as many as you please. This Holy Son will take them all on."
"Today is the day of this Holy Son's investiture, and the day of this Holy Son's rise. I don't mind stepping over the bones of your so-called Tianjiao to rise and prove myself."
Boom!
The entire gathering erupted.
What was arrogance? What was conceit? What did it mean to disdain the world?
This was it!
Today, this Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land was truly too arrogant, too overbearing.
A mere Essence Condensation cultivator, he intended to tread over the bones of every cultivator below Golden Core to prove himself!
How unrestrained was that?
"You-" The Carefree Holy Land elder was trembling with anger too, his aged face completely contorted.
If possible, he truly wanted to act himself and crush Ye Xuan to death, ending this once and for all.
But he did not dare.
"You what? If you're not satisfied, keep sending people up. Anyone below Golden Core is welcome. Anyone unafraid of death can come."
"If you can't bear that price, if you don't dare, then shut up!"
Ye Xuan showed him no consideration whatsoever, his tone still icy. "You want to kill this Holy Son through sheer numbers? Fine. This Holy Son will give you the chance."
The gathering erupted once again.
Everyone stared intently at that proud figure who disdained all, feeling as though their breathing was about to stop.
Some felt their blood boil, feeling that the Holy Son was truly domineering enough. They believed this was how a cultivator ought to be.
Others felt Ye Xuan was somewhat arrogant, simply too overbearing, acting without restraint.
But whatever they felt, Ye Xuan did not care at all.
The Carefree Holy Land had already made it clear that they wanted to kill him, that they did not want to watch him rise or grow. Since that was the case, why should he feign civility and pretend he knew nothing?
Since you want to kill me, I'll give you the chance. Let's see just how many people you have for me to kill, and whether you can bear that price.
Ye Xuan knew full well that possessing the Chaos Sacred Body and being the Ancient Desolate Holy Land's Holy Son had already thrust him into the eye of the storm.
Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, it was almost impossible, and there was no longer any point.
Since that was the case, why not make a show of himself for once?
Others wanted to step on him to rise, and he too wanted to tread over others' bones to prove himself.
Only by displaying formidable strength, only by displaying decisiveness in slaughter, could he deter some of those petty villains.
He, Ye Xuan, could not disgrace his beautiful master or make the Ancient Desolate Holy Land lose face.
At those words, the Carefree Holy Land elder truly felt ready to explode with rage.
He no longer transmitted his voice, instead turning toward the magnates of the thirty-six factions he had contacted earlier and asking aloud, "Let's send Wheel Sea cultivators directly to kill this wretch. What do you all think?"
The magnates of the thirty-six great factions could not help frowning at those words, inwardly cursing the elder for an idiot.
Who asked something like that out loud? Did he have to be so obvious?
Besides, with so many Essence Condensation cultivators already dead, their losses were considerable. If they sent Wheel Sea cultivators next and those died too, what then?
Their factions were not as powerful as the Carefree Holy Land, nor did they have its deep reserves.
If too many Essence Condensation and Wheel Sea cultivators died, it would leave a gap in their ranks and severely damage their foundations.
Ye Xuan paid the Carefree Holy Land elder no further attention, instead looking at the dozen or so people before him and saying coldly:
"Cripple your own cultivation and get off!"
"Otherwise, die!"
His voice was icy, leaving no room for compromise.
These people had all come to kill him. They had simply failed.
Thus, even though they now appeared utterly helpless and desperate, Ye Xuan would show them no mercy.
For he was certain that if he were the weaker one, these people would absolutely kill him without hesitation.
Since they wanted to step on him to rise, since they wanted to kill him, they had to be prepared to die.
At Ye Xuan's words, those cultivators grew even paler, their eyes filled with despair.
Cripple their own cultivation? How was that any different from killing them?
They could only feel that Ye Xuan was going too far.
One of them abruptly raised his head, looked at Ye Xuan, and roared, "Ye Xuan, we concede! Don't go too far!"
Slice!
Yet the instant his words fell, his head went flying.
Ye Xuan scoffed. "Going too far? I'm bullying you, so what can you do about it?"
Dead silence fell over the gathering.
At the sight, despair also welled in the eyes of the few remaining people.
As for the elders and magnates of their factions, their veins bulged, and fury burned within them.