The Target of a Joint Assault

Zhang Xuezhou had made many plans, including using elixirs to pave the way and achieve some small goals in the shortest possible time.

But his thinking couldn't keep up with the changes.

When faced with the two leaders of the Western Sect, Zhang Xuezhou found it as difficult as a courtier who rarely entered the imperial court to guess the emperor's thoughts, and he had no idea what he would be facing.

He had no idea that these two cult leaders would set such a question.

If this were when he was sober, Zhang Xuezhou would feel that this kind of question was a godsend. He might not be good at anything else, but being beaten was never a problem for him, and he could endure for a long time no matter how dangerous the environment.

But the problem is that he has to return to the real world in half a day.

If Zhang Xuezhou cannot defeat all fourteen opponents single-handedly and eliminate the others in the early stages, he will have no chance of ending this competition.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't possibly fight against multiple opponents, not even with Cai Ma's help.

When some contestants glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Xuezhou was also glad that he was wearing the divine robes and a mask, which made people keep their distance from him and prevented him from being targeted rashly.

"The contestants from the Yedie River Holy Land are all shrouded in black veils. I wonder which two mages have arrived?"

Zhang Xuezhou had limited time, and he only hoped to produce a decisive action so that he could completely settle what he wanted.

He is most likely to defeat the sorcerers of the Yedie River Holy Land, followed by the mages of the Zoroastrian Church. As for other forces, their cultivation is not so specialized, so they are not easy to target.

"Once the time is approaching, I'll just laugh it off and say that this test of willpower is meaningless and I might as well go down the mountain and sleep. That way, I can easily leave the fighting area without losing the intimidation I've built up in Kunlun, thus maintaining a certain advantage in the Immortal Court arena!"

Zhang Xuezhou kept devising ideas in his mind, seeking the optimal solution for himself.

He has always been able to take things in stride and seek the greatest benefit in making choices, so this approach is not surprising.

"Team leaders may only attempt to rescue a player after the player has declared surrender. Rescue efforts must not interfere with others. Any team leader who violates these rules will have their entire Western Sect's points reset to zero!"

After the two leaders made their announcement, they welcomed the leaders of the various factions to discuss the matter.

Although there was talk of negotiation, the two people's decision would clearly not change because of it.

The most frequently asked question was about safety issues related to the wind cave.

The emperor and empress could use water curtain magic and the Tongtian Rope to bind people and ensure their safety in most situations. The Western Sect, on the other hand, let nature take its course. Who survived and who did not depended on their own abilities and the predictions of the leaders of the various forces.

"Since there are no objections from any party, this grand event commemorating the centennial agreement shall proceed according to these regulations!"

With the Sect Master Jieyin and Zhunti sects each speaking, the already quiet hall fell silent, followed by the emergence of the various team leaders.

"The Wind Cave is a sacred place on Spirit Mountain, and only a select few with exceptional talent can enter to cultivate and temper their physical bodies. Every so often, a fierce wind will arise within this cave. Proceed with caution and do not push yourself to the limit, lest your physical body collapse!"

Xuan Nu gave a brief instruction, and Cai Ma, who had been warned by Zhang Xuezhou, nodded repeatedly with a bitter face.

Compared to Zhang Xuezhou's thinking, Xuan Nu still believed that this kind of concentration question was a real test of a cultivator's concentration.

"Keep an eye on that guy with the chicken feather in his hair. Launch a spell attack on him as soon as you enter the Wind Cave, and eliminate him first!"

With the schedule finalized, it was time for everyone to head up the mountain and begin the competition. Some team leaders and contestants were communicating with each other, making the noise a little louder.

Zhang Xuezhou whispered, and the Demonic Sound Technique echoed back and forth, accurately covering the surrounding area.

His Technique Method skills would be fine to show off elsewhere, but they are somewhat inadequate in the Sacred Land of Spirit Mountain.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xuezhou felt more than a dozen gazes directed at him.

But compared to the embarrassment of having his origins exposed, his words caused a slight change in the expressions of everyone present.

Many people have guessed the true nature of the 'sense of composure' question, but it is rare to hear it so bluntly, and even more so to see the target of the agreement.

"This isn't a chicken feather; he's not referring to me!"

Zhang Xuezhou was referring to Buddhist followers of the Western Sect.

This Buddhist disciple was not one of the three figures Zhang Xuezhou was familiar with Rulai, Shi Gong, or Wu Chao. Instead, he was a tall, muscular man with thick arms and broad shoulders.

Perhaps in preparation for this grand event, they even went so far as to wear a feather headdress.

Like Zhang Xuezhou and others, this Buddhist disciple also wore a straw helmet, perhaps to protect against any unexpected influences.

But the unexpected happened much faster than he had imagined.

Pointing out Zhang Xuezhou's remarks, some of the contestants participating in the event turned their attention to him, prompting him to repeatedly defend himself, even removing the feather headdress from his head.

"Keep an eye on that disheveled guy!"

The evil Demonic Sound Technique was no longer effective, so Zhang Xuezhou coughed and had no choice but to open his mouth to indicate that he was the one targeting him.

"Everyone has long hair, there's no need to stare at me. The Kunlun Holy Son wasn't saying I had disheveled hair!"

"Keep an eye on that Western Sect disciple who speaks fluent Eastern Land languages!"

When the Buddhist disciple tried to explain himself again, Zhang Xuezhou continued to stab him in the back, his words and actions directly targeting the man, almost to the point of killing him.

As Zhunti, the leader of the Zhunti, was slowly flying through the air aboard the Peacock Great Wisdom King, his right hand moved slightly, and the magic sword on Xuan Nu's back emitted a sword cry like a dragon's roar as a warning.

"It's normal for the younger generation to discuss matters, why should the leader get angry?" Xuan Nu called out, looking up.

"I was simply pleased after hearing about Zhang Shengzi's words and actions, and felt that this child had an affinity with the Western Sect!"

The Master Zhunti spoke in mid-air, glanced down, and slowly lowered his outstretched right hand.

"Holy Son, that Second Master seems to have a problem with you," Cai Ma whispered in alarm.

"Master has cultivated for a thousand years and is just looking for a reason to test his Technique Method," Zhang Xuezhou casually remarked. "I, on the other hand, hope to have a connection with Spirit Mountain!"

Wearing the armor of the divine robes bestowed by the Emperor, Zhang Xuezhou didn't hesitate to offend people, and even pulled the Emperor aside to take the bullet for him.

His nonchalant attitude coincided with the Kunlun Sacred Land's first appearance in the century-long agreement after centuries of silence. His words silenced the Zhunti Leader, while the Jieyin Sect Master Jieyin, who was slowly ascending into the air on a nine-petaled lotus, looked even more bitter.

A grand event during peacetime is fine, but if the various factions have ulterior motives, the purpose of the event becomes questionable.

The three major powers of the Immortal Court, the Heavenly Court, and the Western Sect are vying for power. The grand event of the Centennial Pact is just a small part of the main event, where the big shots from all sides personally take the stage.

It's not difficult to make a fuss about the grudges within such a grand event and seek justice, thus providing a legitimate reason for action.

For example, the Western Sect could use the injury of the Buddha Son Shigong, to go to Kunlun to demand an explanation, thus keeping the power struggle at a small-scale stage of mutual testing and probing.

The only drawback is that the Western Sect is indeed the third largest, and it doesn't dare to challenge the once glorious Heavenly Court.

However, things would be completely different if Kunlun were given a legitimate reason to launch a campaign, which would lead to the Emperor ascending Spirit Mountain, and the course of events would become uncontrollable.

Although the two leaders held supreme authority and status in the West, they were genuinely unwilling to accept this challenge, lest they get themselves into trouble in the future.

The two leaders privately instructed the Buddhist disciple Brahma, who was being targeted, to run as far as possible after entering the Wind Cave and disappear before Cai Ma could unleash his Fate Technique, so as to avoid being attacked by the combined forces of the Kunlun Holy Son and Holy Daughter.