A Saint King expert!
Unlike them, who were at the late Saint level or the peak of the late Saint level, that black-robed man might have looked flippant, but he was a genuine Saint King expert!
And right now, the happiest people were the Eastern Wasteland cultivators below.
Although this was also their first time seeing a cultivator from the Valley of Devouring, his appearance had clearly bolstered their side's spirits and crushed the other side's swagger.
Any Eastern Wasteland cultivator would have delighted in such a turn of events. They could hardly keep themselves from cheering aloud.
Whether it was the Supreme Sword Sect or the Valley of Devouring, both were solid sources of confidence and backing for ordinary Eastern Wasteland cultivators like them.
They wanted those arrogant sects from outside to know that their Eastern Wasteland was not without anything to its name!
An indescribably awkward expression crossed Su Bowen's face.
He had spoken with such absolute conviction just now, only for the Valley of Devouring to step forward and slap him in the face in the blink of an eye.
Did that mean the Eastern Wasteland Faction Rankings were actually genuine?
The Supreme Sword Sect only ranked somewhere in the teens, not even making the top ten.
And that was without even mentioning the mysterious Short Sky Island in first place.
The leaders of the major factions could not help exchanging glances. They could all see that the others no longer looked as relaxed as they had at the start.
They had originally thought this trip to the Eastern Wasteland would mainly involve competition between outside factions. After so many years of silence, the Eastern Wasteland had long since declined. Who would have thought that, even during those quiet years, it still held so many experts?
It seemed the outcome of this struggle for the inheritance really was uncertain!
Up in the air, Gu Yongchun remained as flippant as ever, his smile brimming with mockery.
The Valley of Devouring had been rooted in the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years. Although it had always remained secluded from the world, it still counted as one of the Eastern Wasteland's factions.
Su Bowen of the Nine Heavens Pavilion had clearly offended Gu Yongchun with his indiscriminate "barrage" just now, so Gu Yongchun intended to take him down a peg.
"Humm..."
The majestic palace began to shake uncontrollably. Su Bowen's expression turned ugly. The palace was linked to his divine sense, so how could he fail to feel that Gu Yongchun was tripping him up?
"You?!"
Gu Yongchun shrugged indifferently, perfectly imitating Su Bowen's earlier arrogance.
He raised his chin and declared with overwhelming dominance, "What, you don't even have Saint King cultivation, yet you have the nerve to come to the Eastern Wasteland and compete with me for a Saint King's inheritance?"
Su Bowen was so furious that he nearly tore out his own white beard.
Those words struck the same note as what he had just said to the Eastern Wasteland cultivators, but now that they were directed at him, every word grated on his ears!
"Long live the Valley of Devouring!"
"Long live the Valley of Devouring!"
"Long live the Valley of Devouring!"
Seeing Gu Yongchun vent their pent-up anger so thoroughly, the Eastern Wasteland cultivators immediately cheered.
Su Bowen had long since withdrawn his oppressive might to contend with Gu Yongchun and the others. Now the Eastern Wasteland cultivators were so delighted that they were just short of dancing with joy.
Despite being a dignified Saint King, Gu Yongchun had the temperament of a youth and was an utter show-off in front of a crowd.
Hearing the waves of cheers from below, Gu Yongchun grew even more enthusiastic and immediately added, "You have half an incense stick's worth of time. If I still see anyone from your Nine Heavens Pavilion after that, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Once again, he had copied Su Bowen's earlier words. Hearing them, Su Bowen's face turned completely dark, no different from the bottom of a pot.
"Fellow Daoist, our Nine Heavens Pavilion is not without Saint King experts. Please do not speak so arrogantly. Could it be that you intend to make an enemy of our entire Nine Heavens Pavilion for the sake of these ants?"
Gu Yongchun chuckled at that and merely said, "It looks like you don't intend to leave, then?"
With that, Gu Yongchun dispensed with courtesy. He condensed his vast oppressive might into a single force and sent it straight at the Nine Heavens Pavilion's majestic palace.
"Humm..."
Light flashed over the Nine Heavens Pavilion's palace, clearly resisting Gu Yongchun's attack.
Within just a few breaths, the palace itself began shaking uncontrollably, looking as though it would fall at any moment. From inside came repeated sounds of shattering.
At this moment, the outside factions, including the Sea Blue Pavilion, Lingye Island, and the Three Swords Sect, merely breathed sighs of relief. Thankfully, Su Bowen of the Nine Heavens Pavilion had been the one to step forward, while they had said nothing out of turn. Otherwise, their own sects would have been the ones suffering now.
Although the Eastern Wasteland cultivators saw them all as outside sects, there was truly little friendship between the individual sects. Watching the Nine Heavens Pavilion's treasured tome teeter on the verge of collapse, none of the other sects had any intention of lending a hand.
Some cultivators even tucked their hands into their sleeves without the slightest reserve, settling in to watch the spectacle.
After all, the other party was a Saint King expert whose every movement could shake heaven and earth. There was truly no need to offend him for the sake of the Nine Heavens Pavilion, with whom their relations were nothing special.
At the sight, Su Bowen's expression turned utterly cold. He stopped holding out and drew a token, pouring spiritual power into it.
"Bowen, what do you have to report?"
"Reporting to the Pavilion Master, a Saint King expert has appeared in the Eastern Wasteland and is acting against our Nine Heavens Pavilion. Please intervene and rescue our disciples from this predicament."
As soon as Su Bowen finished speaking, the words "Nine Heavens" on the token blazed with light. They projected into the air and actually formed a gate through space and time.
Footsteps sounded one after another from the other side of the gate, and soon a figure of light appeared.
The moment the newcomer appeared, his gaze landed on Gu Yongchun, an intrigued smile on his face. "A Saint King expert indeed, and a demonic-path Saint King at that! Interesting."
"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong target when you attacked our Nine Heavens Pavilion."
The Nine Heavens Pavilion Master's voice sounded refined and easygoing, but his attack showed no courtesy. The moment he finished speaking, a wave of oppressive might bore straight back down.
Boom!
Unwilling to show weakness, Gu Yongchun likewise summoned his spiritual power to resist.
Their powers collided, erupting in bursts of brilliant light. The various sects that had gathered nearby to watch the spectacle now fled faster than anyone.
With spiritual power clashing on this level, only a fool would run slowly!
A Saint King's power was utterly beyond measure. If they truly fought here, never mind Saint King Yunteng's Tomb-even half the entire Eastern Wasteland would sink.
Gu Yongchun and the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master had merely been exchanging courtesies just now. With their strength at this level, they naturally would not attack recklessly in a place crowded with cultivators. But now that nearly all the cultivators had fled, neither had any further reservations.
Gu Yongchun's black hair danced wildly in the gale, but the smile on his face had not changed in the slightest. He still looked as irreverent as ever.
Boom!
The two then turned into streaks of light and shot straight ahead.