On the battlefield, the Vast Sea Saint King was having a blast.
However, upon hearing his words, all the powerful beings in the Saint Realm felt a chill run down their spines.
Are you coming again?
They only besieged seven Saint Realm of the Chongming Bird Clan this time.
But now, three or four of them have already been crippled.
The blood-red halberd in the opponent's hand was extremely strange. Even though the Holy Spirit's body was strong, the injuries inflicted by the opponent were slow to heal, as if they had lost the strong physical body they relied on for survival.
At the very least, these injuries will take decades to heal.
If this continues, they might just die here!
This Human Race... no! It should be called this monster, he has no limits at all!
escape!
We have to escape quickly!
While they were still in some shape and hadn't been seriously injured or rendered unable to breathe or move, they fled!
All the Saint Realm who still had the ability to act had the same thought flash through their minds.
Looking at the Vast Sea Saint King, their gazes were no longer filled with contempt, disdain, or rage, but only with awe and fear.
As for the Chongming Bird Clan they originally intended to exterminate...?
With my life hanging in the balance, how could I care about anything else?
In an instant, the still-conscious Holy Spirit of the Saint Realm exchanged glances.
The next second.
Without hesitation, all the holy Holy Spirit of the Saint Realm retreated and fled in all directions.
Its speed was so great that it seemed to have squeezed out all its Spiritual Power to support itself as it desperately fled.
Xiangliu Clan and the others hardened their resolve and pondered deeply.
They can't win, that's true.
But surely we can't outrun them?
Especially the Xiangliu Clan, who are masters of time manipulation; as long as they can control time, then...
Did I give you permission to leave?
A chilling, unfamiliar voice came from behind them, followed by a beam of white light that seemed capable of piercing the heavens and earth.
The white Sword-Ray, vast and boundless, stretched for thousands of miles, spreading out in an instant and enveloping all the Holy Spirit of the Saint Realm who were fleeing in multiple directions.
In an instant, an atmosphere of deathly silence spread.
The Chongming Bird Clan in the Saint City below didn't even see a single move clearly. They only felt their eyes stinging from the Sword-Ray light, and instinctively closed them. But when they opened them again, all they saw were several corpses falling straight down, already exuding only the aura of death.
Whether they fled in other directions or were already severely injured Holy Spirit of the Saint Realm.
All Saint Realm belonging to the Xiangliu, Ancient Tuo, and Bai Ze Clan.
All seven, without exception.
They all died!
His soul shattered, his Spiritual Power returned to heaven and earth, Sword-Ray swept across a vast expanse, clearing away all obstacles and opposing Saint Realm.
It was just One Sword.
Seven Saint Realm, fallen.
Everyone stared in astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief at the anchored flying boat and the white-clad youth who stepped off it.
He didn't seem to think he had done anything terrible; a slight smile and a hint of apology played on his lips.
Seeing that they were about to leave, I drew my One Sword to avoid any unforeseen complications or unforeseen events.
These words were naturally spoken to the man wielding the blood-red halberd.
All eyes turned to the other person.
But the owner of the blood-red halberd was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, Pavilion Master. I've had enough of this. It would be tiresome to continue entangled with them."
Lin Xuan remained noncommittal, letting out a light chuckle.
But the familiarity between the two, and the imposing presence they exuded, were particularly unsettling to others.
They had assumed that the Human Race wielding the blood-stained halberd was terrifying enough.
Unexpectedly, there was such a young man in white.
With One Sword strike, he could kill seven Saint Realm!
It really is...
There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.
This was truly beyond their imagination.
That Sword Qi, that composure, was not only terrifying, but also made it impossible to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
Sometimes, when something becomes so powerful that even the thought of resisting it seems like a contemptuous and sacrilegious act against its strength.
and...
Pavilion Master!
They knew for certain that they hadn't misheard.
In other words, the Human Race wielding the halberd and the white-robed swordsman belong to the same faction, and the white-robed swordsman holds a more prestigious position.
Looking at it this way...
The high-ranking members of the Chongming Bird in the Saint City had shock, astonishment, and gratitude in their eyes, but also a hint of wariness.
That's incredible.
Both of them are incredibly strong.
Based on the strength they've displayed, they could probably easily annihilate the entire Chongming Bird Clan.
So why would someone like this stand up for them?
Human Race...
Although the Chongming Bird Clan is not particularly hostile to Human Race, they have little interaction with Human Race. The last person to appear in the Chongming Bird Clan's territory was from the Profound Heaven Holy Land, but he was merely a holy son of the Profound Heaven Holy Land.
Even the Profound Heaven Holy Land would not risk offending the other three races by helping them.
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, they saw Wu Liang brush off the dust from his body, grip the Sun-Setting Bow, and walk to the side of the white-robed swordsman beneath the broken Heaven-Imprisoning Lock.
"Thank you for your help, Pavilion Master."
These words immediately surprised many people.
Pavilion Master?
Their useless... no, their third young master also calls this person Pavilion Master?
Does the Third Young Master belong to the same faction as these two?
The Chongming Bird here all know that the Third Young Master was only recently found; before that, he had grown up in the outside world.
But what's going on now?
Could this white-robed swordsman be someone invited by the Third Young Master?
Why hadn't the Third Young Master ever revealed this before?
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't understand it, let alone know that Wu Liang had no idea that Lin Xuan had grown to this level.
In other words...
Lin Xuan is such a prodigy that he cannot be judged by ordinary standards!
But no one expected this.
They were filled with doubt, confusion, and utter bewilderment.
Just then, the Demon Saint, who had been recuperating on the flying boat for a while and was barely able to walk but was still seriously injured, managed to get down on his last breath.
In this formal setting, as his gaze swept over the bodies of the seven Saint Realm, he felt a chill run down his spine and also developed a greater sense of apprehension towards Lin Xuan.
He bowed slightly, showing no arrogance befitting a Demon Saint, only humility and respect.
"I am Wu Jishan, the patriarch of the Chongming Bird Clan. I am deeply grateful for your help. I have not yet had the chance to formally thank you. May I ask your name...?"
Lin Xuan chuckled and waved his hand, saying slowly, "I, Primordial Holy Heaven, defeated Lin Xuan, the head of the Supreme Institute. Demon Saint, there's no need for thanks. Wu Liang and I are old friends, and he is the deputy head of the Sword Pavilion, the force I founded. This time, my intervention was simply my duty."
He spoke lightly and simply.
Little did he know that his words would cause a huge uproar in the crowd.