“Wang Xuanyi, who on earth are you?”
Long Zitian stared at the emperor-like figure above, a true dragon circling around him and immortal energy diffusing as he killed three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in a row.
Long Zitian was bewildered.
The weakest, most insidious villain of his past life had vanished in this lifetime, replaced by a massive mountain standing in front of the younger generation.
Among all his past enemies, Wang Xuanyi had undoubtedly been the weakest; before being slain, his highest cultivation had only been the Nascent Soul Realm, and even that was eighty years later.
Now, everything was different.
“A reincarnator? No, who on earth are you!”
Long Zitian's pupils were gradually replaced by dragon eyes. Just like Wang Xuanyi, his draconic aspect was fully displayed, radiating majesty without anger as he stared intently at the emperor-like figure above.
Sensing the strange gaze, Wang Xuanyi ignored it, though he knew exactly where it came from.
But he didn't care anymore. Since things had come to this, he would no longer hide his strength, nor would he avoid that so-called tragic ending; he would face it head-on.
If the end was still as tragic as in the original novel, then it could only be blamed on fate.
“Half an incense stick's time.”
Wang Xuanyi spoke coldly, his aura surging wildly. The true dragon circling around him roared, its voice piercing the mountain range and echoing throughout heaven and earth.
Such a powerful pressure and sense of humiliation made these self-proclaimed ancient geniuses deeply uncomfortable. A few with weaker mentalities even showed signs of their Dao Hearts cracking.
“Everyone, we cannot let this boy continue to act so insolently. Otherwise, the geniuses we have nurtured for hundreds of years will have their Dao Hearts damaged and be suppressed for an entire generation. Our sects will also be overshadowed by the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect in the years to come.”
A powerhouse transmitted his voice into the ears of the Sect Masters of the various forces.
No matter what, this boy must not be allowed to live.
Having cultivated for only a decade or so, yet able to kill Nascent Soul cultivators with hundreds of years of bitter cultivation and suppress hundreds of sect geniuses—if he was allowed to cultivate for another few hundred years, there would probably be no one left who could suppress him.
This boy was even more terrifying than Xiao Hongye.
At the same time, the Sect Masters of the various forces nodded in tacit agreement. Out of respect for the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, they could not take action themselves. However, since this boy had openly allowed Nascent Soul Realm cultivators to join the battle, they could not be blamed for being ruthless.
“Kid, we will fight you!”
“Arrogant!”
“We shall suppress you for a lifetime!”
With the tacit approval of the various sects, twenty-three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators stepped into the space where Wang Xuanyi stood one after another.
Since one person could not win, they would win by numbers.
“You people are simply shameless! He is but a junior, yet you send twenty-three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.”
Seeing so many Nascent Soul cultivators, Xiao Hongye and Shen Shi could no longer remain calm. They instantly appeared in front of Wang Xuanyi, shielding him behind them.
No matter what, Wang Xuanyi had displayed enough talent. He must not die here; he was the future of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect.
“That's where you're wrong. The boy himself said that Nascent Soul cultivators could join the battle, and he didn't specify the number. We are only doing this to protect our own juniors,” a Nascent Soul cultivator said.
Facing Xiao Hongye and the others, though they were slightly weaker, they still maintained basic courtesy.
“Then you...”
Just as Xiao Hongye was about to speak, Wang Xuanyi interrupted her directly: “No matter, come at me together. If you think you can gang up on me, feel free to send more Nascent Soul or Golden Core cultivators. I can accept it all.”
“Little Yi-Yi, have you gone mad?”
Su Qian also suspected whether this kid's head had been beaten silly by her and Mo Yan, actually choosing to face a group attack.
“Indeed, you kid. You clearly know that I'm only at the Soul Formation Realm. Why provoke so many people? What if I can't protect you?” Mo Yan, who had been silent, spoke up.
“Old geezer, you don't believe in me?”
In such a serious atmosphere, Wang Xuanyi picked his nose and responded nonchalantly.
This scene instantly let Su Qian and the others breathe a sigh of relief. Wang Xuanyi was still Wang Xuanyi.
“It's not that I don't want to believe you, but since ancient times, how many powerhouses have died from being ganged up on? Two hands cannot fight four. What you're doing is undoubtedly driving yourself into a dead end.” Mo Yan was a bit frustrated; this kid was too stubborn.
“Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.”
Wang Xuanyi patted the old geezer's shoulder, cast a reassuring look at Su Qian, and then stepped out from behind Shen Shi and the others.
He swept his gaze over the twenty-three Nascent Soul cultivators of various shapes and sizes, and said indifferently, “Is it just you few flies?”
“Arrogant junior!”
A Nascent Soul cultivator immediately attacked. His magic power was boundless, his body glowing with a faint light. He gathered the power of heaven and earth into a fist print, blasting toward Wang Xuanyi.
At the same time, ten of the twenty-three Nascent Soul cultivators attacked together. Their magic power surged—sword qi that could cleave mountains and sever seas, ancient and mysterious runes, great handprints that made heaven and earth change color, and ancient pagoda treasures that suppressed all...
Ten different laws appeared simultaneously, pressing down on Wang Xuanyi at the same moment.
Heaven and earth changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, rolling thunderclouds gathered, wild winds raged, and countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky.
“Go!”
Wang Xuanyi formed a hand seal. The true dragon circling by his side roared and rushed out, hot air constantly billowing from its mouth. A dragon roar was on the verge of erupting as boundless dragon flames spewed out, forming a scorching wall of fire dozens of zhang high.
A pagoda hovered overhead. As magic power poured in, it projected a phantom hundreds of zhang tall with a bang. Countless laws spewed from the pagoda, and one suppression rune after another poured down.
“Dominating Heaven Seal!”
A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator from Yinyang Valley swooped down from above. Accompanied by the great power of heaven and earth, a massive handprint carrying the suppression of laws struck down.
The true dragon circled, blocking all the direct attacks outside the fire wall, but it could not protect against the two supreme attacks above Wang Xuanyi's head.
Wang Xuanyi was fearless. Looking at the pagoda runes locking him down and the impending destructive strike, his pupils began to change strangely.
His heterochromatic eyes opened and closed, black and white rotating within his pupils, a red flower pattern engraved inside them, and chaotic energy diffusing from his eyes.
Swoosh!
Two beams of light shot from his eyes like two peerless, lethal weapons, carrying immortal runes. With a bang, they shattered the pagoda runes and pierced through that cultivator's chest.
“That is...”
“Netherworld Immortal Eyes?!”
A powerhouse narrowed his eyes, recognizing Wang Xuanyi's heterochromatic eyes. Not only him, but all the Sect Masters, elders, and the ancient geniuses below finally see it clearly.
That extremely strange, demonic pair of eyes.
Mo Yan, Su Qian, and the others were stunned. Having spent many years with this kid, this was the first time they had learned that Wang Xuanyi possessed such pupils.
“Not good, that kid is a possessor of immortal eyes! Kill him quickly!”
The ten Nascent Soul cultivators who attacked first shouted. The remaining thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators no longer watched and attacked together to suppress and kill him.
Wang Xuanyi snorted coldly and rushed straight toward the twenty-two Nascent Soul cultivators.
“Dao Destruction Fist!”
Wang Xuanyi suddenly appeared in front of one of the Nascent Soul cultivators. Before the latter could react, he clenched his right hand into a fist. Covered in laws, Great Dao runes manifesting, and chaotic energy diffusing, he punched the man's head, causing blood to splatter across the sky.
The white soul tried to escape, but a blast of dragon flames incinerated it.
“Three Absolute Sword Style: Heaven Severing!”
A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect wielded his sword. The raging, surging sword intent sliced through the sky, actually splitting it in two, as endless sword intent surged forward.
Hmph!
Wang Xuanyi's eyes opened and closed. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect cultivator immediately froze on the spot, as if immobilized by something, unable to move.
In his perspective, the entire world had turned pitch black, with only that pair of eyes devoid of seven emotions and six desires staring down at him.
Seeing this, several Nascent Soul cultivators attacked simultaneously. Various ancient runes and secret techniques manifested behind them—some were giant beasts that swallowed the sun and plucked the moon, some were deities with mouths full of fangs, and others were the manifestations of innate treasures...
“Go!”
“Slash!”
Several law powers emerged. Under the spiritual pressure of this strike, the countless mountains and valleys were flattened. Countless geniuses covered themselves with magic power to protect themselves and avoid being affected.
“Paramita Flower Mirror!”
Wang Xuanyi formed a hand seal, and a simple, ancient red flower mirror stood before him. Countless paramita flowers bloomed, and the aura of life diffused, completely blocking the attacks of several Nascent Soul cultivators.
Crack!
The flower mirror shattered, dispersing into a sky full of falling petals, drifting across the sky. Wang Xuanyi reached out with his large hand, and the void warped and shattered, swallowing the remaining attacks and reducing them to nothingness.
For a moment, the sky was filled with runes, and endless laws interweave, locking down this space and halting Wang Xuanyi's movements there.
Swoosh!
Bloody tears overflowed from Wang Xuanyi's eyes. His figure strangely appeared behind those few Nascent Soul cultivators, his abdomen bulging high, hot air diffusing from the corners of his mouth.
“Dragon Breath!”
As the two words left his mouth, the true dragon Dao flame carrying chaotic energy spewed out, engulfing several of them in the boundless fire at close range.
The dragon breath was scorching hot, causing the temperature of this space to rise by several degrees.
“Haa...”
White mist constantly poured from Wang Xuanyi's mouth. His heterochromatic eyes looked at the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators. He charged forward, wielding his Dao Destruction Fist, with the true dragon circling and swinging its tail closely behind him.
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