The difference of a major realm was like the difference between heaven and earth. It was not something that could be made up for by numbers. Otherwise, why would the dozens of Demon Kings not dare to say anything when Yang Jian attacked the Weiyang Palace? That was the suppression of cultivation. It was also the truth that the strong were respected.
"East Emperor, please spare Junior Brother Yang Jian's life for the sake of the Chan School."
Grand Preceptor Wen's face turned red. He knew that he was no match for Ye Xuan, so he could only lower his stance and plead tactfully. He hoped that Ye Xuan would let Yang Jian survive this calamity on account of the Chan School being a sage orthodoxy.
"East Emperor, Senior Brother Yang Jian has already been defeated. As the saying goes, one should spare people wherever possible. Please have mercy." Nezha also lowered his head towards Ye Xuan on his Windfire Wheels. However, the anxiety in his eyes was extremely obvious. It was as if he was stalling for time and waiting for someone to arrive.
"What a joke. Yang Jian caused a ruckus in the Weiyang Palace and even killed several people. He only has himself to blame for his current situation."
Suddenly, golden clouds rose in the distance. The Heavenly Roc King and Zhao Gongming led fifty thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals over. Before they arrived, their cold voices could be heard.
At this moment.
Yang Jian was ashamed and angry. He only had a little bit of Essence Spirit light left. As long as Ye Xuan attacked gently, he would be completely annihilated and cease to exist in the world.
His eyes were filled with despair and extreme indignation. However, when he met Nezha's eyes, a hint of joy flashed across his eyes. He seemed to have understood something.
"Emperor East Pole, it's all my fault. I, Yang Jian, am here to apologize to you. Please let me live." Yang Jian lowered his stance and pleaded to Ye Xuan. However, killing intent flashed across his eyes.
No!
Ye Xuan's expression changed drastically. A great sense of terror suddenly attacked his mind. He suddenly restrained Yang Jian's Essence Spirit in his hand. Then, he looked into the distance with a gloomy look in his eyes.
He knew Yang Jian's temperament too well. Even if he died, Yang Jian would never bow his head to him. But now, Yang Jian was shamelessly begging him. There must be a big conspiracy behind this.
Furthermore, Ye Xuan had cultivated the Primordial Spirit Void before and was extremely sensitive to auras. He could faintly sense an extremely terrifying wave of energy rushing over.
"Daluo Jinxian?" Ye Xuan murmured gloomily. He suddenly came to his senses and his expression became extremely heavy.
It was also at this moment that the world suddenly changed, and an extremely terrifying scene appeared.
Time seemed to stop and space seemed to be frozen. The Origin Immortal Light blotted out the heavens, causing the entire world to freeze and become motionless.
"Little friend, please calm down. For this old man's sake, please spare my disciple's life."
In a speck of immortal light, a figure strolled out from the clouds. However, the Origin Immortal Light around him was slightly rippling, causing Ye Xuan's eyes to narrow and even his own immortal light to become somewhat unstable.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master Yu Ding."
"Greetings, Ancient Golden Immortal."
"Greetings, Immortal Yu Ding."
When Immortal Yu Ding appeared, the Immortals of the Chan Sect were overjoyed and bowed in the void. Zhao Gongming and the dozens of Demon Kings were pale, but they still bowed to Immortal Yu Ding.
Daluo Jinxian!
He was beyond heaven and earth, not in the Five Elements, not in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, not in the Three Books of Heaven, Earth, and Man. He was an existence that was revered in the Earth Immortal World.
Even though Zhao Gongming and the others were of the Jie Sect, they still had to bow in the face of an existence like Daluo Jinxian. This had nothing to do with the battle of orthodoxy, but was a kind of respect for Daluo Jinxian, and more importantly, a reverence for the strong.
"Little friend, my disciple is arrogant and domineering. It's my fault for not disciplining him well. I hope you can form a good relationship with me and let my disciple live. It can be considered that I owe you a favor." Immortal Yu Ding looked kind and did not use his power to suppress others. His voice was extremely sincere.
As Immortal Yu Ding's words fell, the Immortals were shocked and silent. They looked at Immortal Yu Ding with puzzlement.
Daluo Jinxian's favor?
This was simply unimaginable to the Immortals. One had to know that Immortals were most afraid of being tainted by karma, especially owing others a favor. This was a great hindrance to one's cultivation.
This was equivalent to Immortal Yu Ding promising to do something for Ye Xuan. As long as it was not related to his own safety, as long as Ye Xuan made a request, Immortal Yu Ding could not refuse.
At this time, Zhao Gongming and the others shook their heads helplessly. There was a hint of disappointment in their eyes because they knew that Yang Jian's life was saved in the end.
Daluo Jinxian was detached from worldly affairs. He was the supreme existence in the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. Now, Immortal Yu Ding had lowered his posture to plead with Ye Xuan. This was already giving Ye Xuan a lot of face.
This was something that had never happened since ancient times. Moreover, he had also made a promise to Ye Xuan.
Moreover, Immortal Yu Ding was not only Daluo Jinxian. His master was Yuanshi Tianzun, and he himself was one of the Twelve Ancient Golden Immortals. If Ye Xuan did not give Immortal Yu Ding this face, it was simply an act of seeking death by becoming an enemy of the Twelve Ancient Golden Immortals.
At this time, the Immortals of the Chan Sect were glowing. Although they did not understand why Immortal Yu Ding had lowered his posture, it was certain that Yang Jian would survive. This also made them sigh in relief.
"Master, you …?"
Yang Jian did not expect his master to plead with Ye Xuan, which made him extremely unwilling. But before he could continue to speak, Immortal Yu Ding's cold rebuke followed.
"You evil creature, I have told you long ago to concentrate on cultivation and not to make things difficult for little friend Ye Xuan. This time when you return to the Golden Clouds Cave, you will be punished by closed-door meditation for 100,000 years. Without my permission, you are not allowed to take a step out of the Golden Clouds Cave." Immortal Yu Ding rebuked coldly.
"I know I was wrong!"
Yang Jian was unwilling to speak. His life might be saved, which was a blessing in disguise. However, his hatred for Ye Xuan did not decrease but increased. Next time, he would definitely step into Daluo Jinxian and take Ye Xuan's life.
"Immortal Yu Ding?"
In the void, Ye Xuan's face was calm. His posture was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was calm. "Logically speaking, you are Daluo Jinxian and one of the Twelve Ancient Golden Immortals. I, Ye Xuan, must give you face …"
When Ye Xuan said this, his voice paused slightly, and his calm face suddenly became gloomy. An extremely terrifying murderous intent suddenly erupted, which also made Immortal Yu Ding's face change greatly. When he waved his hand, he grabbed at Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit.
"Unfortunately, Yang Jian must die. Even if you are Daluo Jinxian, you can't save his life."
Ye Xuan roared viciously, his face ferocious and fierce. A terrifying force erupted from his palm and fingers, crushing the last trace of Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit. Yang Jian let out a shrill scream before his soul was annihilated.
"No, my disciple!"
Daoist Yu Ding's gentleness was gone, and the Origin Immortal Light around him was raging. His eyes were red, and he wanted to save Yang Jian even more, but he was still a step too late. He could only watch as Yang Jian's soul scattered and died.
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