One finger, and a saint was killed.
Saint Xihua looked at the disappearing figure in the void, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly, but he was not as excited or angry as he imagined he would be. He calmed down after a moment of pain in his heart, looking at that incomparably gorgeous and peerless figure.
When the Rain Saint became a saint, Ye Futian was just a small figure.
He remembered that at that time, Xihua Sacred Mountain held the Nine State Forum.
Ye Futian, who was still in the Noble Plane, brought the people of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State who had been in dire straits and came to participate in that Nine State Forum after having missed many.
At that time, there were very few people from the Barren State. For the holy lands of the Nine States, the people from the Barren State were like dispensable existences. They still remembered that they had been placed in the last position and were very dissatisfied with it, thinking that they had been humiliated. The people of the Nine States only laughed and did not really take it seriously. But then the Barren State took the Nine State Forum, which made many people look at them differently.
But even so, the holy lands still did not really take the Barren State seriously.
However, how many years had passed since the Nine State Forum of Xihua Sacred Mountain?
A figure who had once been a noble had killed a saint that he had to look up to with one finger, making him accept his fate. If it had not happened in real life, even he would have felt that it was ridiculous.
The old man next to him trembled when he saw the scene in the void. Several of them knelt on the ground. Everything that happened today had subverted their imagination.
Before, Saint Xihua had saved them from the storm, like a god.
But in the blink of an eye, the person who was like a god in their eyes had been killed just like that?
What kind of existence was that incomparably gorgeous figure?
And that woman, even Xiweng called her princess. Was she a princess from the Nine Heavens?
Above the sky, Ye Futian looked down and stared at Saint Xihua.
"Boom!" Another figure shot up into the sky. It was Saint Xihua's junior, another cultivator of the Saint Plane of Xihua Sacred Mountain. He had been a saint for many years, but he was still at the first level of the Divine Path.
When they were fleeing in the Upper Worlds, they had thought that such a day might come in the future, so they had all left their descendants in the Upper Worlds.
The reason why they did not go back this time and came to the Endless Sea to avoid implicating their descendants.
Since the outcome was already decided, there was no point in struggling. They could face it calmly.
When he saw Ye Futian obliterate the Rain Saint with a single strike, he understood that while they were both at the first level of Saint Plane and had been saints for many years, there was still a gap between them that time and plane could not make up for.
Some people were destined to be different from others. Even though he had not been a Saint for long, the combat power that he could unleash was not something that the Saints of the Nine States of the Lower Worlds could compare with. Back then, they had relied on external forces to become Saints.
As for Ye Futian, before he became a saint, there was no one else in both the Upper and Lower Realms of Emperor Xia's Realm other than Princess Xia Qingyuan.
They even guessed that even Princess Xia Qingyuan was no match for Ye Futian. The brilliance of the battle at the Holy Zhi Palace that day was like that of a human emperor, unparalleled in the world.
Ye Futian watched as his opponent charged straight into the sky. His body was surrounded by an overbearing aura, and his sword will whistled through the air.
He stepped out with the Footwork of Xuanyuan, and the air shook. His finger fell down again, and it seemed that there were billions of sword auras piercing through the sky and shattering everything. Looking from above, it seemed that there was endless light of the sword falling, and in the center, there was a giant divine sword that cut through the sky and the sky, killing the cultivator of the Saint Plane who was charging at Ye Futian in mid-air.
A second cultivator of the Saint Plane had fallen.
It was still just one strike.
Of the three saints of Xihua Sacred Mountain, only Saint Xihua was left.
Saint Xihua felt a little sad. Once upon a time, Xihua Sacred Mountain had intimidated the Nine States, and in the Eastern State, they had surpassed the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
However, because of him, they had finally been destroyed by the hands of one person.
How sad.
He raised his arm, and suddenly, a terrifying airflow appeared between heaven and earth. In front of the coast, reefs were uprooted, and a violent rumble was heard. The cliffs seemed to have been uprooted. In just a short moment, there were countless boulders floating in the air within a radius of a hundred miles. The old man's body was trembling, and his heart was numb as he looked at the unparalleled scene.
Saint Xihua's body slowly rose into the air, and countless boulders followed him up into the sky. In the boundless sky and earth, Ye Futian and his party still stood there quietly. Their bodies were all dazzling, and they looked at the scene calmly.
Several figures stepped out at the same time, blocking the way below.
Yaya's long hair billowed, and there was endless sword will falling from the sky above her, whistling towards the boulders. A giant sword matrix was formed, and the dazzling matrix swallowed and spat terrifying light. It was as if there were endless shadows of swords shining on Saint Xihua's body.
Several figures behind the Glass Saint and Xia Qingyuan stepped out and looked down at Saint Xihua indifferently.
Saint Xihua was still moving up, and the void between heaven and earth shook. He shouted and shook the sky with one hand, and the world seemed to be buried.
"Take him," Xia Qingyuan ordered coldly. As soon as she finished, several cultivators of the Saint Plane acted at the same time.
Saint Xihua was the only cultivator of the Saint Plane left in Xihua Sacred Mountain, and naturally, he could not die.
In the sky above the small island, a short but shocking battle erupted, causing the entire island to shake. Countless people raised their heads to see this short but beautiful battle.
In the end, Xi Weng, who had been fishing in front of the cliff, was taken away, leaving only ruins.
In the ruins, the old man's family got up. The waves came crashing, making them shiver. They looked at the figure that had long disappeared in the sky, and their bodies were still trembling.
What did they see today?
Perhaps they would never forget it in this lifetime.
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The Barren State, the Holy Zhi Palace.
Today, the Holy Zhi Palace could be called the most famous holy land in the Nine States, second to none.
The Sacred War back then had really shaken the Nine States. Ten holy lands participated in the war, and it was a grand occasion. Later, in the Battle of Proving Holiness, the Holy Zhi Palace had five saints, and it was a grand occasion.
Coupled with Ye Futian's name, countless people of the Nine States rushed to the Barren State, wanting to enter the Holy Zhi Palace to cultivate.
Later, there was even a rumor that in the Upper Worlds, Ye Futian helped Emperor Xia win the Battle of Empty Realm and was rewarded handsomely. The cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace brought ten top-notch Saint-level methods to the Lower Worlds and taught them to the most core disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Even the Moon Saint of the Yue Clan of the Summer State let the most outstanding young people of his family join the Holy Zhi Palace. One could imagine how others would feel.
Because there were too many cultivators who wanted to enter the Holy Zhi Palace, the Holy Zhi Palace could only continue to raise the bar. The talents of the disciples became more and more outstanding, and in just a few years, there were batch after batch of outstanding people.
At this time, the Holy Zhi Palace was bustling again, and countless disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace were cultivating.
In the sky above the Holy Zhi Palace, there was suddenly a vast divine might descending. Many people faintly felt it and looked up into the void.
Douzhan stepped out of the palace and looked up into the sky.
A dazzling light descended, and then a group of people descended from the sky.
The two people at the front were peerless, and they were Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan.
Behind them, many cultivators were there, and there was also Saint Xihua, who was seriously injured.
"The Palace Lord is back." Many people looked up into the void, and there was a look of worship.
Now, Ye Futian had long become a totem of the Holy Zhi Palace, and an existence of faith.
"Greetings, Palace Lord." Many people bowed in Ye Futian's direction, so much so that Xia Qingyuan, who was next to them, was forgotten. In the past, this would have been absolutely impossible. With Xia Qingyuan's status, she would have been the most dazzling person when she appeared.
But in the Holy Zhi Palace, Ye Futian was the one and only. His reputation was unparalleled. Not even the Little Princess Xia Qingyuan could compare.
He had once turned the tide and saved the Holy Zhi Palace. He had been undefeated in the Sacred War and had single-handedly forged the Holy Zhi Palace's current glory.
Ye Futian nodded at everyone, then stepped down towards Douzhan and called out, "Master."
Douzhan stared at Ye Futian, then smiled and said, "The Palace Lord has entered the Saint Plane."
"Mmm." Ye Futian nodded. Everyone in the Holy Zhi Palace shuddered.
The Palace Lord had entered the Saint Plane. No wonder his temperament was so outstanding. Many of the disciples had vaguely sensed that something was different.
The Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace had finally stepped into the Saint Plane.
Furthermore, Saint Xihua, who had launched a surprise attack on the Holy Zhi Palace not long ago, had been taken down.
Many stared at the heavily injured and dispirited figure behind them, and their hearts were filled with emotions. That was the former Lord of Xihua Sacred Mountain. Before him, the Holy Zhi Palace back then was insignificant and could be easily crushed.
Now, he was captured by the Palace Lord and brought back to the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State.
This was the Holy Zhi Palace of today. Who would dare to violate it?
"Continue doing your own thing." He led his people down and came to a peak. Saint Jiang's body flashed, and he brought Little Butterfly and Xu Chehan to this place.
Seeing that Ye Futian had become a Saint, Little Butterfly's beautiful eyes also revealed a bright smile.
"Senior," Ye Futian called out.
"Palace Lord," Saint Jiang called and looked at Xia Qingyuan. "Greetings, Princess."
"Mmm." Xia Qingyuan nodded lightly. Ye Futian, who was beside her, said, "Senior, please interrogate someone for me."
Saint Jiang naturally knew what Ye Futian meant and looked at Saint Xihua.
"Ye Futian, how dare you humiliate me like this?" Saint Xihua glared at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian ignored him. Douzhan said coldly, "You have probably forgotten what you have done."
"If he refuses to speak, then I'll make his life a living hell," Ye Futian said coldly.
Was it enough just because he didn't say anything?
"Please give me a quick death, Princess." Saint Xihua looked at Xia Qingyuan and said. As Saint Xihua, how could he endure such humiliation?
"I know that you have children in the Upper Worlds, and I have already sent people to watch them. I will do my best to ensure their safety. If someone is threatening you in the dark, they will not dare to do anything," Xia Qingyuan said, vaguely guessing Saint Xihua's concerns.
Saint Xihua's face was pale and he felt a little powerless.
He sighed and said, "Princess, even if I tell you everything I know, it will still be useless."
He did not know the identity of the other person, but he could be sure that this was not a coincidence, but someone's deliberate plan!
PS: I just arrived in Shanghai tonight, so the update is a bit late. Please forgive me!
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