The sword light spread.
The Saint Realm realm of Profound Heaven Holy Land died instantly.
The other two Saint Realm of the Chongming Bird Clan were not deliberately targeted, but they were still severely injured and sent flying backward, coughing up blood, because of Lin Xuan 'One Sword.
Compared to that Human Race Saint Realm, they were merely a little luckier, managing to escape with their lives.
Their fighting strength is completely gone.
To fully recover from the injuries, a great deal of time and valuable resources are needed to heal oneself.
It is by no means an easy task.
But that's not something Lin Xuan needs to worry about.
He looked calmly at the two white-haired, white-eyed people, his tone laced with hidden killing intent.
"Not killing you is an act of respect for the Vice Pavilion Master of my Sword Pavilion."
"From now on, I think you should know what to do."
After he finished speaking, the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Countless people were completely stunned.
They stared blankly at the white-clad figure not far away, only one word in their minds to describe the other person.
monster.
That's right, it's a monster.
This is a naked monster!
No one has ever been able to do that.
Is he really just an Thearch Realm?
With One Sword, he defeated three Saint Realm experts, and it seems that he held back slightly; otherwise, it wouldn't have been a defeat, but a killing.
fear!
That's absolutely terrifying!
They never imagined that a Human Race could achieve such a feat.
The secret realm that had just emerged behind them was the Vast Sea Secret Realm. Its original master, the Vast Sea Saint King, probably couldn't have achieved such monstrous talent even at his peak.
The old master from the Divine Firmament Holy Heaven felt his scalp tingle.
The face of this Mie Xuan was unfamiliar, but the Sword Intent and aura felt strangely familiar to him.
Coupled with the unrecognizable face during their parting in the illusion, he pondered for a moment and gradually became certain of Mie Xuan's true identity.
Mie Xuan...
Like the spoiled brat from the Lin Clan in that illusion, it must all be Lin Xuan, right?
Originally, he thought he knew very well how strong Lin Xuan was, and where Lin Xuan's limits were. He even felt that he had overestimated him by a lot.
But now he suddenly realized it.
Overestimated?
This is by no means an overestimation!
He clearly underestimated Lin Xuan by a lot!
The opponent's strength was simply beyond his... no, he was certain it was beyond the imagination of everyone present!
Throughout the Holy Heaven Domain, the Luo Heaven Domain, or any other region, over millions of years of recorded history, the Old Saint Master could not imagine anyone who could achieve a level of monstrous talent surpassing Lin Xuan.
First, he killed the Wolf Ancestor of the Saint Realm with One Sword strike; then, in the illusion, he defeated the seemingly invincible Vast Sea Saint King; and now, he has directly defeated three Saint Realm with One Sword strike...
Does he have no limit to his strength?
At this moment, the old master felt a deep sense of relief.
He was glad he had made the right choice; in the Vast Sea Secret Realm, he chose to befriend Lin Xuan.
Even if you can't befriend such people, you absolutely mustn't become enemies with them.
That's absolutely terrifying!
The old master made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.
Once he returns to Divine Firmament Holy Heaven, he must persuade the academy master to do everything in his power to befriend Primordial Holy Heaven!
With Lin Xuan present, the Primordial Holy Heaven is practically invincible!
The other members of the Chongming Bird Clan, seeing the two heavily injured and nearly dead Saint Realm elders, finally came to their senses.
Their eyes were strained and stiff, and they slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great effort.
The shock that Lin Xuan 'One Sword brought them was almost indescribable.
Even the elders of the Saint Realm were no match for Lin Xuan; they were only fighting because of that so-called Vice Pavilion Master...
The Vice Pavilion Master's face...
Deputy Pavilion Master...
Many clansmen saw the black-haired, black-eyed figure following Lin Xuan.
How could they not recognize Wu Liang, the mixed-race young master of their clan who had always been treated with contempt?
In an instant, they had a flash of inspiration.
"We... we are willing to follow the Third Young Master!"
"Third Young Master, we know we were wrong. Please allow us to follow you!"
"Yes, yes, Third Young Master, from now on we will follow your lead without question. Please accept us as your followers!"
After the first clansman swore an oath, the others, seeing that Lin Xuan remained silent and watched the scene with tacit approval, immediately realized what was happening.
The deputy pavilion master is indeed Wu Liang!
They immediately forgot everything else and began to switch sides.
Are you kidding me!
The person the Third Young Master found could defeat their clan's strongest fighter with One Sword strike.
Such strength is probably only comparable to that of the current Demon Holy Clan.
But now, their Demon Saint is seriously ill. If the Demon Saint really passes away, to put it bluntly, the Third Young Master could directly ascend to the Sainthood simply by relying on the Demon Saint!
Who dares to disagree?
Those who disagree, let them withstand One Sword the opponent's swords before they speak!
Not to mention, the other party was also recognized by the Demon Ancestor, and all the sacred artifacts of their clan were on him. Wu Liang's inheritance of the position of Demon Saint was perfectly legitimate!
As for bloodlines?
Does it still matter now?
Strength is what truly matters!
That's what gives you the right to speak!
In the blink of an eye, not a single member of the Wu Huan and Wu Lie clan remained.
In an instant, their expressions turned extremely grim, especially Wu Huan's.
"You, all of you!"
Not long ago, the two of them were the center of attention and admirers.
He was regarded by his other followers as a sure thing for becoming the future Demon Saint.
But in such a short time, they found themselves all alone.
After they emerged, they announced to their clansmen the matter of the Sun-Setting Bow and the legacy of the Demon Saint. What did these clansmen say?
They all agreed, saying that people of mixed race were not qualified to inherit the legacy, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.
But what about now?
This group of people actually has two faces!
This wasn't the most unacceptable thing for Wu Huan; what truly pained him was the fact that he had paid a significantly higher price than Wu Lie, and if he failed to seize the throne...
He could already imagine how the Profound Heaven Holy Land would retaliate against him!
The Wu Huan's faces turned somewhat pale.
Not far from him, an elder of the Chongming Bird sighed slowly, his face showing a resigned and dejected expression, and softly offered advice.
"Young Master, Second Young Master, stop struggling..."
"The current situation is clear; if we don't admit defeat now, the consequences may be..."
He didn't say the rest explicitly.
Even without being told, everyone else knew what the elder meant.
Upon hearing this, Wu Huan and Wu Lie felt a chill run down their spines.
Memories flood back at this moment.
They clearly remembered how the two of them had treated Wu Liang.
Sarcasm, belittling, and harsh criticism are commonplace for them.
Humiliation was a frequent occurrence.
Thinking back to Wu Liang's unruly and almost suicidal behavior after returning to the tribe, they couldn't help but shudder.
Circumstances are beyond our control.
The elder is right.
If they admit it now, perhaps the other party will show some mercy because they are of the same race as him.
If we continue to resist...
Wu Huan and Wu Lie exchanged a glance. Seeing the tragic Saint Realm of the Human Race saint, they both thought of the likely fate that awaited them, and they gritted their teeth.
With a thud.
He knelt down immediately.
" Wu Huan, Wu Lie... pay homage to the Holy Son!"