The Identities of the Kunlun Holy Son and the Old Immortal

"Such a fast and ruthless technique!"

Before the water curtain, Hongku suddenly stood up.

There was no sound from the water curtain, Hongku didn't know what Dharma Master Hongyi and Cai Ma were saying, but he could see the brief exchange between them.

Hongyi's response was flawless, and the same would have been true if Hongku had gone instead.

If the entanglement could have lasted just a few more seconds, Hongyi could have returned to Kunlun Ruins and become the winner of Kunlun's home turf.

There are no "what ifs" in life; Hongyi's body had already collapsed, and the emperor and empress even pronounced him dead.

When the Jieyin carried Hongyi's body out of the shuttle formation, Hongku looked at him and saw that Hongyi's body was emaciated and covered with black and gray spots, like an old man on his deathbed.

"It must be Fate Technique!"

Li Jing and the Daoist Randeng exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of unease.

Unlike the ability to manipulate Fortune Technique, which can only be used against Fortune Technique, the Fate Technique can be used against all groups.

Without true immortality, the Fate Technique is a double-edged sword hanging over one's head.

No matter how high one's cultivation level or how powerful one's Technique Method, they cannot outweigh the life-saver trade of life-depleting Fate Technique.

Those who Fate Technique cultivating Fate Technique have significant flaws, but once targeted by one, the older they get, the more likely they are to die.

Of course, the confrontation between Fate Technique can also have a reverse effect. Fate Technique Fate Technique are also prone to death, and even lack comprehensive strength. But this does not prevent those skilled in Fate Technique from becoming a weapon.

Judging from the fact that Cai Ma Cai Ma is still alive and kicking after using his life-saving Fate Technique, the price he paid was very low, and continuing to cast spells will not be a problem.

"Oh no!"

Li Jing saw through Kunlun Sacred Land's desire to exchange lives, while Daoist Randeng felt that the Western Sect's two trump cards were not so safe.

Even the most stubborn Buddha Rulai wither and die Rulai engage in a magical duel with Cai Ma.

Aside from infighting among fellow Fate Technique, no cultivator at the same stage is willing to compete with a practitioner of Fate Technique for remaining lifespan.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Maiden's magical duel is too dangerous; she must leave some room for maneuver!"

Considering Rulai the Buddha was of advanced age and could not withstand further torment, the Daoist Randeng repeatedly tried to dissuade him.

"If Randeng Ran Deng were to engage in a magical duel with Cai Ma, would the Daoist leave room for maneuver or not?" the Emperor and Empress asked with a smile.

"This..."

The Emperor and Empress's questions were simple, but if Daoist Randeng dared to agree today, he might very well have to get involved and fight it out.

They can talk a good game, but when it comes to a real legal battle, anyone who backs down is a fool.

If the Daoist Randeng shows no mercy to Cai Ma, who is skilled in the Fate Technique, then it will be the Emperor and Empress's turn to take sides.

The Daoist Randeng wanted to leave Cai Ma some leeway, but who would leave Cai Ma any leeway?

It's one thing if they don't know the details of Kunlun's home ground this time, but once they enter the Western Sect or the Immortal Court, everyone will either notice Cai Ma from afar or avoid him, or choose to strike immediately, or even seek a fatal blow.

Even in friendly competition, one can easily lose, let alone at a grand gathering of hundreds of years, jointly organized by the powerful figures of the Three Realms.

This was never a good place; people really did die here.

Many people previously harbored deep resentment towards the "old immortal," but now they realize that his way of refusing to back down was just right. Even if they were to get involved, they might not be able to win without suffering any losses, while the losers could still walk away unscathed.

Hongku's face changed from pale to red, and when he stood on the side of Daojun and exercised his right to speak, he found himself unable to refute.

Rules are rules. The grand event of the century-long agreement may have its own agenda, but it is also a real battleground, and it is normal for this group of people to die together.

The emperor and empress warned of the dangers before it began, and even mentioned the possibility of losing their lives.

This is only the first death, and the methods used to kill were far too swift, even for them to react in time.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed. The faces of the many cultivators who had been eliminated earlier were no longer as grim as before; instead, they looked much more relaxed.

Having been completely eliminated from the competition, the Fox King lowered his head and began to focus on eating and drinking. At least for now, he didn't have to worry about the deaths of his own people, nor did he need to feel uneasy.

They lost, but at least no one was killed, and their losses were very limited.

"If you fall out with the Holy Maiden of Kunlun later, you can kneel down and surrender. There's nothing shameful about that!"

Zarathustra's leader, Zarathustra, was instructing Jungal, who was eliminated first. After all, the Zarathustra were just there to make an appearance, and there was no need to kill the people they had painstakingly trained. They would fight for a few rounds if they could, and if they encountered someone they couldn't beat, they would just admit defeat.

"Yes!"

Junger Jia obediently agreed.

Compared to life, face is insignificant; as for benefits, they must be obtained first.

Even if Zoroastrianism produced a superhuman follower who crushed the contestants from Heavenly Court, Immortal Court, and Western Sect, thus winning the title of champion of the Centennial Pact, Zaratu neither had the courage nor the ability to lead the order of the Three Realms.

Fate has already been decided, and being relegated to a supporting role is inevitable.

Among top-tier, large-scale forces, they are already considered fortunate if they can survive by picking up scraps.

While it may seem somewhat frivolous that the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Emperor, the Emperor and Empress, and the Western Sect have relinquished control of the discourse to the Centennial Pact, this is also the best way to prevent the leaders of various factions from personally getting involved.

If it weren't for the younger generation taking the stage, the leaders of the various factions would have been the ones to die.

People become leaders to control power, not to act as vanguards and risk their lives.

Just by putting yourself in their shoes, the whole picture becomes clear, and the younger generation is willing to fight for the benefits of this grand event.

"Is this the Holy Son of Kunlun?"

Given her ability to cultivate the Fate Technique of Kunlun, there is no doubt about Cai Ma's status as a saintess.

When Ao Li cautiously asked the question, everyone quickly turned their attention to him.

Where Ao Li pointed to the water curtain, a lake came into view.

On the shore of the lake, Ao Sheng, who had a slightly eccentric temperament, grabbed a young-looking man and asked him for directions.

This method of asking for directions clearly did not end well; after only a few words, the two sides became enemies.

From the shore to the water, the two sides not only fought fiercely, but also revealed their demonic bodies intertwined.

Seeing that Ao Sheng's dragon body was entangled by the even larger snake body, making it difficult for him to move, Ao Li couldn't help but get up and ask.

Unless one possesses the unorthodox abilities of Buddha Son Rulai, all participants in the centennial gathering are 'young cultivators' around one hundred years old.

The snake demon in the water curtain was not old, but its methods were extremely fierce and ruthless, and it had even bound Ao Sheng.

Ao Sheng is a dragon clan expert who can fight Ao Li. He may not be so outstanding among the general population of the Three Realms, but he is a top figure among the younger generation.

In Ao Li's mind, the only person who could overpower Ao Sheng with his youthful appearance could be the Holy Son, whom he was grooming.

Especially since the other party was located in the Wondrous Dharma Palace, the place where the Emperor and Empress's children once lived, it was even easier for people to make connections.

Compared to the lewd and manipulative "Old Immortal," the Snake Demon is indeed more likely to be the Holy Son of Western Kunlun.

"If he is the Holy Son, then that old immortal is truly an old immortal?"

Li Jing asked in confusion. If the Kunlun Holy Son was a snake demon from the Wondrous Dharma Palace, he felt that his two contestants had been wronged in their recent setback.

It's like the holy son of Kunlun running to the Immortal Court to attend a grand event, only to be knocked out of the game by Li Jing, who casually pressed him down with his Exquisite Pagoda, just because Li Jing glanced at him by the roadside.

"Could the old immortal be Zhenyuan, the foremost deity of Kunlun in this generation?"

Ao Li determined the true identity of the Kunlun Holy Son, and Li Jing also had the old immortal guess, thus confirming the other party's identity.