The Terrifying Great Sage Wolf God
"The Northern Desert Sect has quite the appetite! They actually think they can challenge the five major Half-Saint forces all by themselves!"
"What five Half-Saint forces? There are only four. Extreme Cold Mountain Manor is utterly insignificant compared to the other five."
"..."
While the onlookers were buzzing with discussion, the leaders of the other four Half-Saint factions all looked extremely grim.
In particular, Liu, the Sect Master Liu of the Radiant Sword Sect, has seen the Radiant Sword Sect flourish under his leadership in recent years, and he has even developed the idea of unifying the six major Half-Saint forces in the Northwest.
But he also knew that this was impossible, since the holy lands behind the other five families would never allow such a thing to happen.
Therefore, Sect Master Liu on a plan to gradually erode the remaining five families, just as his plan was being steadily implemented.
The Northern Desert Sect suddenly summoned an old ancestor who was on the verge of death and gave him this blow.
If the Northern Desert Sect truly achieves its goal today and obtains the sacred artifact of the Extreme Cold Mountain Manor...
Even if the Northern Desert Sect does not unify the six major Half-Saint forces in the Northwest, a Saint will still emerge, and at that time the Radiant Sword Sect will be left barely breathing.
He, the sect leader of the Radiant Sword Sect, will also become a laughing stock.
"Amitabha."
Jueming of One Heart Temple suddenly let out a long sigh, stood up, and bowed, saying, "Although One Heart Temple does not have such an ancestor, it will not easily admit defeat. Ancestor Wuxiang thank you for your help."
Although he was stating his position, it was clear to anyone with eyes to see that he was referring to the nearby Extreme Cold Mountain Manor.
Many people turned their attention to Bing Yan.
Bing Yan calmly sipped her tea, as if none of this concerned her.
Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Extreme Cold Mountain Manor all revealed expressions of gritted teeth.
If they could, they would love to rush up right now and give her a good scolding. They really didn't know what the elders were thinking, letting such a spendthrift woman temporarily take charge of the Extreme Cold Mountain Manor.
"Amitabha."
The Great Sage Formless slowly emerged from the crowd, bowed towards the blood coffin, and said, "This Wuxiang has come to challenge you, senior. I humbly request that you reveal yourself."
No sooner had the words been spoken than an extremely aged voice came from within the blood coffin.
"Young man, you have only grasped the True Essence of the Great Dao. You are no match for me. It's not too late to admit defeat now."
The person in the blood coffin spoke softly, and each word seemed to drain the last bit of strength from his body.
But every word he said sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.
The two hundred and True Essence of the Great Dao represent an existence from which one can attain sainthood at any time.
Yet, this powerful figure seemed insignificant in the eyes of the people inside the blood coffin, which made everyone even more curious about what kind of being he really was.
Upon Great Sage Formless. It was true that there were differences between Great Sage, but to see through someone's cultivation level at a glance, there were only two possibilities: either the other person had awakened some kind of bloodline, or the other person's path in the True Essence of the Great Dao was more than twice that of his own.
The Great Sage Formless was now hesitant to gamble, but since his junior had already spoken, he could only bite the bullet and say, "It is my honor to witness your prowess, Senior. Please, Senior, lend me your assistance."
"Very well, since you want to see my strength, then go all out."
The one inside the blood coffin spoke in the same tone as before, making it impossible to determine how much strength he still possessed.
"Amitabha."
After Great Sage Formless Wuxiang took a step forward and stood in the air.
He showed no intention of holding back; in the blink of an eye, a hundred-foot -Great Sage Formless Buddha Faxiang appeared behind the Great Sage Wuxiang.
Like his name, it was a dharma Faxiang whose appearance was obscured.
The mere Faxiang of that statue standing in the sky inspired an urge to kneel and worship.
At the same time, the old man's voice came from inside the blood coffin. "A hundred-foot golden Faxiang, I didn't expect you to have received the inheritance of the Great Thunderclap Temple. Well then, this palm strike of mine won't kill you on the spot."
The Great Sage Formless was not angered by these words. Instead, he asked respectfully, "Amitabha, may I ask how you are addressed, senior? So that this humble monk may accept defeat wholeheartedly."
"A name is mostly just a mark. So much time has passed that I can no longer remember my surname and given name. I only remember that when I was young, I followed my grandfather and the army of the Northern Abyss Imperial Dynasty to fight in the Great Thousand Worlds. I always led the charge in every battle, and I always risked my life. That's why I earned the title of Little Wolf God. If you don't mind, you can call me the Great Sage Wolf God."
The old man spoke slowly, but every word he uttered was perfectly clear.
"The Great Sage Wolf God?"
Among the crowd, the older generation of cultivators kept muttering these four words, and soon someone exclaimed in surprise.
"He... he is the direct grandson of the Wolf God Emperor, the most powerful Great Sage of the Northern Desert Sect!"
Divine Emperor!
These two words were names that existed only in legends for everyone present.
They are now actually qualified to witness the direct descendant of a Divine Emperor take action; it's an incredible stroke of luck.
Upon hearing this name, Sect Master Liu the Radiant Sword Sect, looked utterly defeated.
The old man sitting behind him said, "Sect Master, this defeat is not your fault, but rather our own inadequacy. However, I have certainly tarnished the reputation of the Radiant Sword Sect."
Upon hearing this, Sect Master Liu turned to the old man with a worried expression and asked, "Ancestor Wuming, do you really intend to spar with that Great Sage Wolf God?"
"We sword cultivators have always been about advancing without retreating. If we shrink back when facing a strong opponent, what face would I, the number one swordsman of the Radiant Sword Sect, have to live in this world?"
As the Great Sage Wuming spoke, the two figures facing off in the sky had already made their move.
The blood coffin slowly opened a crack, and a hand reached out from inside, striking towards the hundred-foot-tall golden body of the Great Sage Formless.
It was a bloodless, withered hand, as if a gust of wind could break it off.
It's just a single hand, gently slapping the air, yet it gives off a feeling of cataclysmic destruction.
Although the hand didn't actually fall towards the people on the ground, the oppressive aura it exuded made everyone's legs tremble.
Some cultivators with lower cultivation levels fainted on the spot.
Bang!
A loud bang came from the hundred-foot-tall golden body, and in an instant, the hundred-foot-tall golden body turned to ashes.
The Great Sage Formless was sent flying backwards, then fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Boom!!!
The Great Sage Formless smashed a huge crater into the entire martial arts arena, and the billowing smoke made it impossible to see what had happened to Great Sage Formless.
His voice could be heard coming from the thick smoke. "Thank you for your mercy, senior. One Heart Temple concedes defeat."
As soon as he finished speaking, the large hand retracted into the blood coffin.
The cultivators of the Northern Desert Sect began to celebrate their victory.
"Our ancestor is invincible!"
"The Ancestor is immortal!"
"..."
The Northern Desert Sect swept his gaze over everyone present and said calmly, "Next."
"My Clearing Snow Kingdom concedes defeat and is willing to offer up the sacred seed."
"The Cloud Night Kingdom concedes defeat and is willing to offer up the Holy Seed."
"The Stargazing Pavilion concedes defeat and is willing to offer up the sacred seed."
In an instant, four of the five major Half-Saint forces conceded defeat, and all eyes turned to the Radiant Sword Sect...