Walking out of the Thousand Beast Cave, Twelfth Brother left Wutian and Tian Gang behind and left with Tian Gang, saying that he wanted to heal him.
"Old man, why are you so worried about the Frog Lord? Am I really that shameless?" Little Rascal muttered unhappily. He lowered his head and looked at himself. He grinned, feeling pretty good about himself.
"Son Of Heaven, according to Di Tian, the little girl is still in closed-door training. Do you think we should go and see her?"
Wutian thought for a while and shook his head, "Forget it. She might be at a critical moment. If we go there, we might disturb her. Let's go back to the Emerald Mountain Residence!"
"You're right. But after not seeing her for a few years, I miss her a lot." Little Rascal nodded, sounding a little disappointed.
After cultivating in the Sacred Ground for a few years, the two were not in a hurry. They walked slowly towards the Emerald Mountain Residence. On one hand, they wanted to relieve the boredom of the past few years. On the other hand, they wanted to see what the Asura Palace looked like.
Ever since they entered the Asura Palace, Wutian was either busy or in closed-door training. Other than the Emerald Mountain Residence and the Great Honored Master's palace, he knew nothing about the other places.
Along the way, they saw all kinds of buildings. They were majestic and magnificent, causing the two to gasp in amazement. The Asura Palace was indeed much more powerful than the Yan Sect.
The average strength of the disciples was a few levels higher than the Yan Sect. The people they met along the way were all at the Small Success Stage of Rebirth. Moreover, they were young, and some were even young boys and girls. Obviously, they were the newcomers to the Asura Palace.
The newcomers' strength was already at such a level. No wonder they were one of the top three forces.
The older generation disciples were at the Initial Channel Opening Stage on average. Such strength was a few times stronger than those of the top sects.
Thinking back, most of the direct disciples of the Yan Sect were at the Large Success Stage and Great Circle Stage of Rebirth. In comparison, the two were not even comparable.
The two walked on the small path with their auras restrained, just like ordinary disciples. Therefore, no one paid much attention to them. They only glanced at them briefly before looking away.
Ever since he had entered the Asura Palace, other than the twelve Venerables, the Elders, and the disciples of the Asura Palace, no one else had seen Wutian. The older generation disciples might have heard of his name, but for the new disciples, they might not even have heard of him.
After all, Wutian had been in seclusion for too long. It had been so long that people had forgotten about him. Even if those who had participated in the Hundred Sect Competition were to appear, even Shan Youde and the others would not be able to remember him.
"You know what? Yesterday, Senior Apprentice Brother Min Yang challenged Senior Apprentice Brother Shan. If he wins, Senior Apprentice Brother Min Yang will officially become an Asura disciple. "
"It can't be. Didn't Senior Brother Min Yang just defeat Senior Brother Wu Hen a few days ago?"
"It's absolutely true. My cousin's friend's cousin's brother's brother is a disciple of the Asura Hall. I personally witnessed it yesterday. There's no way it's fake."
"I really envy Senior Brother Min Yang. He has only been in the Asura Palace for four years, but he has already defeated dozens of Asura disciples. According to my estimation, Senior Brother Shan might lose this time as well."
"Shh! Lower your voice. Don't let Senior Apprentice Brother Shan's confidants hear you. Otherwise, when you wake up tomorrow, you will be like Senior Apprentice Brother Mi and the others. You won't even have your underwear left. "
A few young men and women gathered together and whispered to each other. Although their voices were very soft, Wutian and Little Rascal's cultivation were very high. Thus, they couldn't hide their conversation from their ears.
The two of them looked at each other with curiosity in their eyes. Walking forward, Wutian asked, "My friends, the Senior Apprentice Brother Shan you're talking about, is his name Shan Youde?"
Hearing this, the few of them looked over with vigilance. One of the young girls walked out from the crowd and carefully observed Wutian for a moment. Then, she asked with doubt, "Senior Apprentice Brother Shan's name is known by everyone in the Asura Palace. You don't know him? Could it be that you're a new disciple?"
Wutian smiled faintly and didn't answer. In the eyes of these people, they really thought that he was a new disciple. Thus, they let out a sigh of relief and lowered their vigilance.
A young man walked forward and said, "Junior Apprentice Brother, you're new here, so you don't know. In the future, don't call Senior Apprentice Brother Shan's name in public. Otherwise, you'll get into trouble."
"What do you mean?" Wutian was puzzled.
The few young men chattered non-stop. Half an hour later, Wutian cupped his hands and left.
"Son Of Heaven, I didn't expect Shan Youde and the others to become so powerful after not seeing them for a few years. Especially that damn fatty, he's still as wicked as ever." Little Rascal said in a low voice.
Wutian shook his head and sighed.
Time could really change a lot. In the past, Shan Youde and the others had followed the elders of the Asura Palace to the Asura Palace. In just a few years, they had made a name for themselves.
From the few young men, he learned that Shan Youde, Wu Feng, Zhang Ting, Xu Yan, Lan Miaomiao, Han Ning, the tall and sturdy man, and Xiao Ai, the three girls, after a few years of cultivation, had surpassed the original disciples of the Asura Palace and entered the top ten. Together, they were called the Asura Ten Heroes!
As for the rest, they had also entered the Asura Palace with their own efforts. However, their strength was slightly weaker than Shan Youde and the others.
As for Di Tian, Ye Tian, Tian Gang, and the young master of the Asura Palace, they had already become the legends of the Asura Palace. Normally, they would be in seclusion and rarely appear in public. Many new disciples had only heard of their names and had never seen them in person.
In addition to them, there were also many new rising geniuses. For example, Min Yang, who was mentioned by the few young men, was a genius that was hard to come by in a hundred years. He was only twenty years old, but his cultivation had already reached the Channel Opening Stage. He had defeated dozens of Asura Palace disciples in a row.
As long as he defeated Shan Youde today, Min Yang would officially become a disciple of the Asura Palace.
The Asura Palace was the Genius Camp of the Asura Palace. Each and every one of them was a rare cultivation genius.
The Asura Palace also represented the highest honor. It had resources and status that were several times higher than ordinary disciples. Only by becoming a disciple of the Asura Palace would one be able to attract the attention of the twelve Honored Warriors.
Wutian changed his mind and decided to go to the Asura Palace to see his old friends.
Along the way, more and more people appeared. They were whispering to each other, discussing who would win and who would lose.
Wutian remained silent and followed the crowd. He slowly walked towards his destination. Little Rascal's golden eyes were rolling. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Get lost!"
"Get lost! Senior Brother Min Hao is here. Rookies, get out of the way!"
Suddenly, numerous shouts sounded out from behind, and the originally noisy path instantly quieted down. All of them retreated to the sides, and their faces were filled with dense fear.
Seeing this, Wutian was curious. He couldn't help but turn around. He saw a blue-haired youth walking with a majestic gait. He was about eighteen years old and six feet tall. He wore a purple robe and had an arrogant expression on his face.
In front of the youth, two red-clothed youths cleared the path. Their faces were filled with arrogance as they continued to shout. They looked at the surrounding disciples with disdain.
Little Rascal said, "This person's cultivation is only at the initial stage of the Channel Opening Realm. Yet, these disciples are so afraid of him. It seems like his identity is not simple."
Wutian nodded. The disciples on both sides of the path were mostly in the initial stage of the Channel Opening Realm. However, when they looked at the blue-haired youth, they didn't dare to look him in the eye. Their eyes were filled with fear. Obviously, this person had a strong background.
"I hate this kind of puppy who bullies others. Son Of Heaven, do you want to teach him a lesson?"
Wutian shook his head and took two steps back to make way. It was not because he was afraid, but because the strength of the young man was not worth his time, or rather, he disdained him.
That was what he thought, but it didn't mean that others thought the same. A red-clothed youth stepped forward. His eyes were filled with anger as he said, "Brat, who did you call a puppy? Say it again if you have the guts! "
Little Rascal didn't lower its voice, so the three of them heard it clearly. However, they all thought that it was Wutian who said it because no one would believe that a palm-sized beast could speak human language.
"Are you talking to me?" Wutian frowned.
"Haha, the little rookie actually frowned. Are you angry? Haha. " The red-clothed youth laughed. Then, his face darkened as he shouted, "Kneel down and kowtow to Senior Brother Min Hao. If you bark like a dog a few times, I'll spare your life."
Little Rascal's golden eyes flashed with killing intent. However, it was calmed down by Wutian and quietly sized up the three of them.
Seeing that he didn't move, the red-clothed youth's eyes flashed coldly. He said sternly, "I told you to kneel. Didn't you hear me? Don't force me to make a move. It won't be as simple as kneeling. "
The red-clothed youth's companion sneered, "You really don't know what's good for you. How dare you insult Senior Brother Min Hao? Don't you know what you're worth? Kneel down and kowtow nine times. Otherwise, no one will be able to save you today."
"Haha, it seems that my prestige has weakened after I, Min Hao, didn't show up for a few days. There are even people who dare to disobey me. It seems that I have to rebuild my prestige!" Min Hao stepped forward with a cold smile on his face.
He stretched out a finger and pointed at Wutian. He said indifferently, "Kneel down and kowtow until it's loud. Every time you kowtow, you have to say that you're a dog until I come out of the Asura Hall."
Arrogance, despotism, and arrogance were displayed vividly on this person.
"Kill them all." Wutian only said these three words and turned to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
The two red-clothed youths stretched out their arms and grabbed at Wutian's head like eagle claws. However, before they could get close, three rays of golden light shot out and pierced through the air.
Little Rascal attacked continuously with its little claws. Then, without even looking at the result, it turned around and rested on Wutian's shoulder, leaving with him.
"Ah!!!"
Three consecutive screams rang out. The three rays of golden light pierced through the three youths' foreheads. Blood spurted out like arrows and shot a few meters away. They fell to the ground and died on the spot!
Until death, the three youths didn't know that they had offended someone they shouldn't have.
Until death, they didn't know that they were dead!
"Gasp …"
Immediately, the crowd gasped as they stared at the white-haired youth in disbelief. Three Channel Opening Stage disciples had been killed so easily and easily. It was simply too inconceivable.
"Who is he? Since when did the Asura Hall have such a terrifying god of death?!"
Everyone was guessing the white-haired youth's identity, but they had never seen such a person. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air.
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