It was blazing hot like fire yet also brimming with vitality.
The powerful aura virtually caused everyone present to feel suffocated as illusions arose before their eyes.
It was as if a treasured Wutong tree towered into the heavens amidst boundless blazing flames, the clear cry of a phoenix resounding from its top.
Then, that treasured Wutong tree was about to descend from the heavens, descending upon the peak of Vast Spirit Mountain.
While no words were spoken, everyone already knew the identity of the newcomer.
A longtime Elder of Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope, a late Immortal Bridge Martial Saint, 'Treasured Branch Suppressing Peak' Zhang Shuren.
The martial practitioners of the south all felt joyous and elated.
While they had already known from Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Zhen's conversation earlier that Zhang Shuren was rushing over.
Still, seeing was believing.
Even if Zhao Zhen had not been bluffing and Zhang Shuren was really rushing over, if he had arrived late, everyone here might already have died at Yan Zhaoge's hands.
Now that Zhang Shuren had truly appeared, all the martial practitioners of the south felt reassured.
Yan Zhaoge naturally sensed Zhang Shuren's approach.
Of everyone present, he was the first to discover Zhang Shuren, even earlier than Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen.
Facing the arrival of this ninth level Martial Saint, Yan Zhaoge's reaction was to not pause in the slightest after severing Zhao Zhen's hand with a single sword as he struck out once more.
Zhao Zhen whose hands had been crippled, his sword arts broken and his protective true essence having collapsed could only watch helplessly as Yan Zhaoge's sword arrived before him.
A low roar resounded from within the sky, a streak of fiery light rapidly descending.
The target of this fiery light was not Yan Zhaoge but Zhao Zhen.
A thread of white qi surged amidst the blazing flames, guiding Zhao Zhen towards a chance of survival as he fled.
Yet, Yan Zhaoge extended his other hand, bringing his index finger and thumb together in mid-air as he pinched downwards.
That thread of white qi of nether virtue that implied endless life was instantly severed, Zhao Zhen's path of survival completely severed as well.
Light circulated on the tip of the Cloud Circulating Heavenly Light Sword as a great head flew straight into the skies.
The head rose to its highest point before descending, flipping over as it revealed a face that had yet to die in peace.
One of the few experts of the east of the southern Blazing Heaven Territory, a mid Immortal Bridge Martial Saint who reigned supreme over the Bright Connection Sea, Zhao Zhen, had perished beneath Yan Zhaoge's sword today!
Seeing this scene, the hearts of the southern martial artists, who had just calmed down, trembled again.
Everyone subconsciously retreated. Even the precious parasol tree that descended from the sky with its branches and leaves fluttering in the raging flames could not dispel the chill in their hearts.
Seeing that Zhao Zhen was killed, Yuan Xiancheng's expression changed, and he rushed forward.
However, that vigorous, domineering Extreme Yang Seal smashed downwards, firmly blocking Yuan Xiancheng as he could only watch helplessly as Zhao Zhen's head was separated from his body.
"Oh, interesting?" Yan Zhaoge acted as if nothing had happened at all as he casually turned around, looking at Yuan Xiancheng.
However, the reborn Yuan Xiancheng was different from before.
Apart from his right eye being tightly shut, Yuan Xiancheng no longer looked like an old and frail man like before.
He now looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
From his facial features, he could still vaguely make out the appearance of an old man from before, but he had suddenly become much younger.
The first time he was reborn, his appearance did not change.
Having sacrificed the clone that he had refined with his right eye this time to be reborn from the ashes, Yuan Xiancheng's appearance had changed as he seemed to have returned to his youth.
It was just that while he looked like he had returned to his prime, Yuan Xiancheng's cultivation base had clearly weakened somewhat.
He was still a mid Immortal Bridge Martial Saint, still powerful. Still, of the true intent of the four Virtues, the thick earth of meritorious virtue had become much thinner.
Thinking of how two phoenixes had flown out of Yuan Xiancheng's eyes when he had first attacked, one bearing the white qi of nether virtue and the other bearing the thick earth of meritorious virtue, Yan Zhaoge clicked his tongue in wonder, "If I blind your remaining left eye or force you to sacrifice it for a third nirvanic rebirth, would you return to your youthful appearance?"
Yuan Xiancheng's actual age was greater than that of Zhuang Shen's son, the 'Phoenix Prince' Zhuang Chaohui.
Still, he was far younger than the likes of 'Treasured Branch Suppressing Peak' Zhang Shuren and 'Blazing King' Peng He.
Of course, Yuan Xiancheng would definitely be very old in terms of the longevity of ordinary people.
Still, if one were to calculate it in terms of the longevity of Immortal Bridge Martial Saints, Yuan Xiancheng would be extremely young.
It would not be too much to call him a youth.
From the looks of it now, his previous old appearance was related to him refining his pupils into a phoenix clone.
The phoenix clone refined from his right eye bore the thick earth of meritorious virtue while the phoenix clone refined from his left eye bore the white qi of nether virtue.
With this, Yuan Xiancheng had only needed to painstakingly cultivate in the blessed purple light of fortuitous virtue and the water ripples of holy virtue earlier on, allowing him to be bolstered by four Virtues at the Seeing Divinity stage.
Now, as Yuan Xiancheng's cultivation base rose higher and higher, he had begun cultivating in the true intent of meritorious virtue and nether virtue as well.
With the assistance of his two clones, his accumulations would be more solid than those of other Wutong Slope martial practitioners.
Still, before he truly had any results, as soon as one of his clones vanished, his strength would be affected as well, plummeting greatly.
Having lost the clone refined from his right eye, his attainments in the thick earth of meritorious virtue would plummet sharply.
If the clone refined from his left eye vanished as well, the white qi of nether virtue would similarly suffer a great loss.
Yuan Xiancheng's right eye was tightly shut as his left eye glared unblinkingly at Yan Zhaoge who had just slain Zhao Zhen.
At the same time, an old man descended from the heavens, appearing beside Yuan Xiancheng.
The martial practitioners of the south all recognised this old man as a longtime Elder of Wutong Slope, the 'Treasured Branch Suppressing Peak' Zhang Shuren.
"Even Xiancheng was actually not your match?" Zhang Shuren looked earnestly at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge spread his palms apart, "Bullying the weak and relying on numbers to bully the few are all not in line with the true intent of holy virtue. While he joined forces with others to attack me, the power that he could unleash alone would actually be slightly weaker than if he were alone. Still, if he were alone, he would indeed not be my match."
"Even Southeastern Cao probably did not see through your potential and strength." Zhang Shuren did not hesitate as he instead said, "This old man received a message from junior apprentice-brother Peng. You returned to the World beyond Worlds from extradimensional space, and many people of our clan entered the place where you were previously."
Gazing at Yan Zhaoge, Zhang Shuren asked slowly, "How are they?"
"They all died inside." Yan Zhaoge answered calmly, "If we count it, it is all related to me. I was the one who personally slain Zhuang Chaohui."
Zhang Shuren was silent for a moment before he raised a hand, "Since that is so, let this old man see exactly how outstanding you are."
Unlike the others of Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope who primarily cultivated in sabre arts.
Zhang Shuren was proficient in palm arts.
The Wutong Divine Palm that he had created was the first of its generation, adding yet another supreme martial art to the legacy of Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope.
As Zhang Shuren raised his palm, the massive Wutong tree towered into the heavens, turning tangible as it manifested a powerful life force alongside a suffocating pressure.
All the space enveloped by the branches and leaves of the Wutong tree was devoured by blazing fire, reduced to nothingness!
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