In midair, Ling Xian stood with his hands behind his back. Like the God of Heaven, his demeanor swallowed three thousand miles and looked down on all nine levels of heaven.
The Drum of Immortals hung behind his back and the heavenly bow hung above his head. His prowess engulfed all three realms and brightened up all nine levels of heaven.
The elder in green smiled warmly, "You are being too polite. If you need anything, the Meng Clan is willing to help."
"The Taichu Clan is willing to help as well." The elder in grey stroked his beard and smiled. Ling Xian's power was already established. He had to form a good relationship with him to ensure the Taichu Clan doesn't fall.
"The Drum of Immortals is enough."
Ling Xian softly grinned. The Heavenly Bow and the Drum of the Heavens could defend against two immortal weapons, but the remaining one cannot close the gap between him and the three cultivators.
This was the heaven-defying power of the ninth undefeatable realm.
"Old thing, you really want to fight against the Bai Clan?" The elder in white's expression was heavy as water and his killer's intent was cold.
"What right does the Bai Clan have to fight against the Meng Clan?" The elder in green snickered. Even an idiot could tell that Ling Xian had the upper hand and the Bai Clan was about to be destroyed.
"You!" The elder in white's expression was ugly. He wanted to argue but had nothing to say.
The Mo Clan and the Seven Saints Pavilion reacted the same way.
If they were in the elder's shoes, they would've helped Ling Xian as well.
His power was already established and it was a fact that he was going to rule the world. If he doesn't use this last chance to prove his loyalty, then he won't have another chance.
Sadly, the Bai Clan, the Mo Clan, and the Seven Saints Pavilion were going to fight Ling Xian to the death.
"Now that things have gotten to this point, there is no way out. Only by sending him on his way can we resolve this crisis." The Mo Clan's elder's eyes shone with ferocity. The broken sword split open the sky.
HOMMMM!
The giant seal suppressed the world and swallowed all six realms. The cultivators from the Seven Saints Pavilion used their full strength. Like the awakening of an ancient beast, they shocked the world!
However, they could not move Ling Xian.
He used his spiritual energy to fight against the broken sword, and he used the Drum of Immortals to fight against the giant seal. Every move he made was undefeatable.
HOMMMM!
The scarlet red immortal ruler slaughtered over, its matchless might shaking the Nine Heavens Three Realms, killing immortals and slaughtering gods, extremely powerful and unmatched.
Ling Xian was not afraid at all. He pulled his bow back into a crescent shape and the power of the bow shattered the sky.
The white-clothed old man coughed out blood. His muscles and bones were shattered, and his flesh was split open.
It was not that the Scarlet Immortal Ruler was not strong enough, but that he was too weak.
Though he was close to the Dao, before Ling Xian, who had a flawless foundation, he was as fragile as a piece of paper!
"This battle is over. Let's go." Ling Xian's eyes were cold. The Drum of Immortals shook the sky and the Fists of Emperors shook the world.
Bang!
The immortal seal retreated, the divine ruler dimmed, and the three who approached the Dao spat out blood. They were on the verge of collapse.
Ling Xian was far too powerful. His foundation was flawless and his battling abilities were at the peak of the world. Even with the elder in green's help, they were no opponent of his.
Boom!
The Heaven Splitting Divine Axe appeared, and the demonic patterns appeared.
Ling Xian guided the Qi of the Rising Clouds into his body. His Immortal Bones shone brightly, and his Heavenly Hand split open the sky. He unleashed the strongest attack he's ever made.
Tens of thousands of miles of the river collapsed and shook the nine heavens and ten earths. Everyone present coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Even the God of Fortune was no exception.
It was far too terrifying. It was as if God had sent down the first God's Trial. An undefeatable Immortal King made a move with enough power to destroy the world.
The three who approached the Dao began to bleed from all orifices and fell down powerlessly. They had lost the ability to fight.
This meant they had lost. Even though they teamed up and used their incomplete immortal weapons, they still could not win against Ling Xian. They had lost completely!
Everyone at the scene inhaled a cold breath of air. They were all in awe and felt cold all over.
Before, when the three who approached the Dao used their incomplete immortal weapons, they thought Ling Xian was going to die. They didn't think that Ling Xian would still defeat them.
This was far too unbelievable and far too terrifying. Even those who approached the Dao felt their scalp tingle and their bodies shake.
"Ancestor!"
"No! This isn't real! This must be an illusion! "
"It's over, it's all over."
The Bai Clan, the Mohists, and the Seven Holy Pavilions all felt hopeless.
There was no way they wouldn't be hopeless. Even those who approached the Dao were defeated. Who else could fight against Ling Xian?
"Dammit!"
The elder in white howled into the sky and struggled to stand up. However, even moving was difficult.
This made him feel bitter and humiliated.
Those from the Mo Clan and the Seven Holy Pavilions felt the same way. However, there was nothing they could do.
The gap between them and Ling Xian was far too wide. Like the difference between the clouds and mud, they had no right to be mentioned in the same breath!
At this moment, the three of them realized how laughable they were and they all regretted it.
Especially the one from the Mo Clan, his intestines were turning green from regret.
Before, he thought Ling Xian was an insignificant ant. Therefore, he promised the elder in white that he would send Ling Xian on his way.
Now that the ant had turned into a giant elephant with the capability to suppress an entire era, why wouldn't he regret it?
Thinking about how the Mo Clan was about to be destroyed, the one from the Mo Clan felt like he was a sinner and he had no face to face his ancestors.
Therefore, he bitterly smiled and begged, "My death is nothing. I only ask that you don't hurt the innocent."
"You regret it?"
Ling Xian glared at the one from the Mo Clan, "I tried to persuade you. Sadly, you didn't listen."
"I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and let the Mo Clan go." The one from the Mo Clan kneeled on the ground and kowtowed to Ling Xian.
Everyone was shocked at this. They didn't think that the one who dominated the human world would be so shameless as to kowtow and admit his wrongs.
However, after thinking about it, everyone felt relieved.
Only by appeasing Ling Xian's anger could the Mo Clan survive. For the thousands of lives of the Mo Clan, the elder in black couldn't care less about his pride.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its debtor. I will not hurt the innocent."
Ling Xian's expression was emotionless. The one from the Mo Clan had to die, but the rest of the Mo Clan were innocent. He could not kill them.
"Thank you."
The one from the Mo Clan sighed in relief. He stared at Ling Xian and said, "It is not a shame to lose to you."
Then, he cut off his own meridians and breathed his last.
This made everyone in the Mo Clan sad and they wanted to chop Ling Xian into pieces. However, nobody dared to express their dissatisfaction.
Ling Xian was already the undefeatable ruler of the world, who dared to be rude before him?
"Ehem, ehem, the Bai Clan is willing to give up all our treasures. I only ask that you let the innocent go." The elder in white puked out blood. His physical body was in pieces and was on the verge of collapsing.
"The Pavilion of Seven Saints is willing to give up all our treasures as well." The one from the Pavilion of Seven Saints chuckled. No matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit defeat.
Even if he was at his peak, he wouldn't be able to defend against one attack from Ling Xian. If they don't admit defeat, everyone from the Pavilion of Seven Saints will die.
"Kill yourself and I will let bygones be bygones."
Ling Xian's expression was emotionless. The elder in white and the one from the Pavilion of Seven Saints had to die. Everyone else didn't matter. They couldn't do much.
Plus, the one who got close to the Pavilion of Seven Saints had to die. The other leaders would take this opportunity to swallow the Bai Clan and the Pavilion of Seven Saints.
"Thank you. To die in the hands of the ruler is an honor."
The elder in white bitterly smiled and shifted his gaze towards the leader of the Bai Clan, "After I die, I will give all my treasures to the ruler. Do you understand?"
"I understand." The leader of the Bai Clan nodded with tears in his eyes. He knew that only by giving up all his treasures can the Bai Clan continue to exist.
"As long as you understand." The elder in white sighed deeply. He destroyed his own soul and stepped onto the Yellow River.
The leader of the Pavilion of Seven Saints did the same.
Only by killing themselves could they quell Ling Xian's anger and stop him from taking it out on the Bai Clan and the Pavilion of Seven Saints.
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