Two heavily injured figures fell from the stone platform in the distance.
Along with it came the scornful mockery of Profound Heaven Holy Son Yuan Ying.
A white jade-colored boot landed on the ground, and Yuan Ying stood alone in front of the stone platform, her eyebrows raised, her gaze sweeping over the entire scene with a hint of sarcasm.
Everyone was stunned by his attack.
So strong!
That's incredibly powerful!
With a single strike, he could severely injure two Half-Saint. The strength of this Yuan Clan Holy Son the Profound Heaven Holy Land is simply too great!
An ominous premonition spread through everyone's hearts.
Such strength, such talent...
Among those present, was there truly anyone who could compare to him?
The two elders coughed up a mouthful of thick blood, which splattered on the ground, creating a stark and glaring spectacle.
Supporting each other, they dared not speak their anger, and under the gaze of the crowd, filled with shame, they walked back to Wu Liang's side, their voices dejected.
"Young Master... we have done our best..."
The two looked at the bloodstains on each other's lips and the paleness that had drained all color from their faces, and both felt lingering fear.
It should be noted that among the Chongming Bird Clan, as elders, their strength is definitely not among the weak.
However, now, given the inaccessibility of the Saint Realm, they, who should be the strongest, cannot even withstand a single move from Yuan Ying, the Holy Son of the Profound Heaven Holy Land...
Their hearts were filled with nothing but shock and horror.
Although Wu Lie was not directly affected, his heart sank at that moment.
He hadn't expected that this Holy Son of the Profound Heaven Holy Land was truly formidable and possessed immense power!
certainly...
He also did not feel that he belonged to the category of "useless".
Therefore, he watched Wu Liang's humiliation with a good mood, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
" Wu Liang, didn't I tell you long ago? A piece of trash should know what it means to be trash. This Vast Sea Secret Realm is not a place for you in the first place. Now, do you finally understand?"
"That's incredibly foolish of him; he's just asking for trouble!"
The ridicule made Wu Liang's face turn extremely ugly.
He pursed his lips and remained silent.
The two elders behind him, though still able to stand, knew that they were now truly at their last gasp.
The Half-Saint elders were all seriously injured by Yuan Ying, and he had no one else he could use.
This not only means that he is more passive in the Vast Sea Secret Realm, but also that, as Wu Lie said, he has completely lost the right to compete for this fortuitous opportunity in this valley.
Wu Liang was naturally unwilling to accept this.
However, he also knew very well that no matter how unwilling he was, the matter was already settled.
Therefore, for the first time, he lowered his head, revealing a rare bitter expression, and whispered to Lin Xuan.
"Sect Master... never mind, let's go."
Lin Xuan remained unmoved.
He merely glanced calmly at the Yuan Clan Holy Son, a slight smile playing on his lips, "What's the rush? Perhaps things will take a turn for the better."
"Besides, what they're fighting for right now is merely the qualification to open the inheritance gate. What if the remnant soul inside doesn't choose them?"
A turning point... no matter what...
Upon hearing this, Wu Liang could only manage an endless bitter smile.
He wanted to sigh, but he didn't want to show it too much in front of the Pavilion Master.
But what he really wanted to say was, things have already come to this point, what hope is there for a turnaround?
His only two Half-Saint elders, whom he could rely on, were both severely injured. It could be said that he had no hope at all now.
As for whether the lingering, obsessive spirit of that ancestor inside will choose him?
That's impossible.
As Chongming Bird, Wu Liang knew this very well.
He knew exactly what kind of people his clansmen were.
As is well known, not only the Chongming Bird, but also other Holy Spirit place great importance on bloodlines, with the Chongming Bird being especially so.
He wasn't a pureblood, and had already fallen behind in this battle.
Now, they've suffered their first defeat.
It can be said that he has suffered defeat after defeat in this battle for succession.
There was absolutely no possibility left.
Even if the remnant soul of the ancestor does not choose the person who opens the stone platform, it will choose one from among the powerful, pure-blooded descendants of the Chongming Bird.
Not him.
He didn't even know what his mother's clan was.
But the Pavilion Master...
Glancing at Lin Xuan's indifferent expression, Wu Liang sighed inwardly once more.
That's enough.
Both sides have already embarrassed themselves.
I don't mind waiting here a little longer.
Moreover, he genuinely wanted to see what this inheritance was all about.
In this short period of time, the struggle on the stone platform had already intensified once again.
The elders on Wu Liang's side were defeated, but those on Wu Lie's side were not.
The several Half-Saint elders behind him exchanged glances and, without hesitation, chose to gang up on Yuan Ying.
In the face of tradition, anyone who insists on those useless rituals and morals is a fool!
But what was unexpected was that even when the five Half-Saint Chongming Bird elders attacked Yuan Ying together, they couldn't force him to retreat a single step from the stone platform!
He even stood alone on the stone platform, growing stronger with each battle, his smile undiminished, becoming even more unrestrained.
He fought against multiple opponents without being at a disadvantage!
The howling wind gathered around the stone platform, driven by Yuan Ying. He didn't even draw his sword, but with just his fists and palms, he forced the five elders to retreat, preventing any of them from climbing onto the stone platform.
So powerful, so domineering!
Wu Lie's expression grew increasingly grim.
He was seething with anger, so much so that he felt like he was going to vomit blood.
I really don't know what price the Wu Huan paid to get such a person to help them!
The strength of this Yuan Clan Holy Son was simply the strongest he had ever seen among those at the same Half-Saint level; it was ridiculously strong!
So many Half-Saint ganged up on him, yet they couldn't do anything to him.
hateful!
This can't go on any longer!
Seeing that his elders were about to be defeated, Wu Lie took a deep breath and couldn't help but speak.
"Your Excellency, you hail from the Profound Heaven Holy Land, so what right do you have to interfere in the affairs of my Chongming Bird Clan?"
"If you withdraw today, I, Wu Lie, will surely repay you handsomely!"
He emphasized the words "generous reward" in an attempt to move Yuan Ying.
Unfortunately, Yuan Ying did hear his words, but even if she did, she ignored them.
After Wu Lie repeated himself, he glanced over as if condescendingly, but only a cold smile played on his lips.
"A generous reward?"
"Ha... No need. What the Wu Huan can give me, you can't."
A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in Yuan Ying's eyes as she looked at Wu Lie.
No reward can compare to the loyalty of a people to the Holy Spirit.
Wu Huan had personally promised that as long as he fully supported the other party to ascend to the position of Demon Saint, he would bring the entire Chongming Bird Clan to become his vassal...
This is what he wants most!