"Lin..."
Qin Yuan was about to ask Lin Xiaotian to go up and test the strength of Patriarch Tianxuan.
But when he turned his head.
Lin Xiaotian was nowhere to be seen...
Qin Yuan was stunned and asked Qiangwei, "Where did Master Lin go?"
Qiangwei's expression was strange, with a hint of disdain: "He said that Patriarch Tianxuan is at least a high-level Grandmaster, and he knows he is far from a match."
"He wants to live a few more years, so he left first."
Qin Yuan's face became extremely interesting.
Yesterday he swore that he would fight Patriarch Tianxuan.
As a result, the moment the opponent appeared, he was scared to death and abandoned his post...
What kind of Grandmaster is this, so unreliable.
"Bai Zihe!"
"How dare you kill my disciple, why are you playing the shrinking turtle?"
Patriarch Tianxuan saw no one coming forward, his face turned cold, and his icy eyes shot around, bringing waves of frost and cold.
"Bai Zihe is definitely scared."
"Patriarch Tianxuan's divine power is unparalleled, who dares to offend his edge?"
"If it were me, I would have run away long ago..."
"Haha..."
The crowd below ridiculed and taunted freely.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a clear voice resounded throughout the venue.
"Old man."
"Since you are in a hurry to reincarnate and hit the road, I will fulfill your wish."
It was Bai Zihe!
He walked towards the high platform step by step, unhurriedly.
There were no fancy moves, but it tugged at the hearts of everyone present, involuntarily drawing their attention.
"Holy crap..."
"This kid is really brave!"
"He still dares to provoke Patriarch Tianxuan at this time, it's so unwise!"
"I guess he won't last three moves!"
Everyone was discussing.
Not a single person thought well of Bai Zihe.
Except for Qin Yuan, Ji Xueyun, and others.
Ji Xueyun sneered on the spot, "This old man looks quite intimidating, don't cry later."
"The Great Demon's strength... need I say more?"
Liu Qianxun was the most relaxed.
A moment later, Bai Zihe arrived on the high platform and faced Patriarch Tianxuan from afar.
One, with white hair and beard, exuded overwhelming power!
One, clad in white, serene and restrained!
Everyone below secretly thought, the show is about to begin!
Patriarch Tianxuan was not in a hurry to kill Bai Zihe.
In his eyes...
Bai Zihe would die sooner or later, and it made no difference whether he died early or late.
He had sent out invitations this time to kill the chickens to warn the monkeys in front of everyone, to deter the heroes, and to spread the majesty of the Tianxuan Sect throughout the land.
"Bai Zihe."
"Kneel before me and kowtow ninety-nine times."
"I can give you a dignified death."
"Otherwise..."
Patriarch Tianxuan's face turned cold, and a fierce wind instantly blew. The weather, which had been sunny and bright, suddenly turned dark and gloomy.
It was a marvel to behold.
"There is no place for you to stand in heaven or earth!"
As Patriarch Tianxuan spoke, a strong gust of wind swept everything away.
The spectators in the front row instantly felt the strong wind, which even messed up their hairstyles.
This is the power of a Grandmaster!
Bai Zihe sneered and said disdainfully, "Aren't you in a hurry to die, why are you dawdling now?"
As soon as he said this, the crowd below erupted in an uproar.
This Bai Zihe...
Is truly outrageously bold!
At this point, he still dares to provoke Patriarch Tianxuan, does he not know the meaning of death?
"Courageous!"
Patriarch Tianxuan was provoked by his sarcasm and was furious.
"You killed my disciple and dare to be so arrogant."
"Today, you will surely die!"
He tapped his toes, and his entire body turned into a black rainbow, like an arrow shot from a bow, flying towards Bai Zihe.
In mid-air.
He formed his right hand into a claw and grasped towards Bai Zihe's throat.
Bai Zihe stood still.
"Hiss..."
"Is he scared stiff?"
"The aura of a high-level Grandmaster is so oppressive even from this distance. It's not surprising that Bai Zihe in the center can't move."
"That makes sense too."
Everyone looked at the center of the arena with cold eyes.
Their gazes on Bai Zihe were as if they were looking at a corpse.
In the blink of an eye.
Patriarch Tianxuan, carrying gusts of wind, arrived in front of Bai Zihe.
Bai Zihe remained calm and collected, raised his hand to block his claw, and immediately changed his move, instead grabbing towards his neck.
Patriarch Tianxuan felt the force from his hand and was greatly alarmed.
This young man...
Is also at least a high-level Grandmaster!
Patriarch Tianxuan immediately put away his complacency and began to parry with Bai Zihe.
In just a few breaths.
The two had attacked and countered each other dozens of times.
The speed was so fast that it created afterimages, stirring up waves of air that spread outwards, dazzling the eyes, yet also shocking the heart.
Bai Zihe could actually exchange blows with Patriarch Tianxuan!
This was something they had never expected.
Whoosh!
Bai Zihe suddenly changed his move and slapped Patriarch Tianxuan's chest.
Patriarch Tianxuan responded in a hurry, always a beat slower, and was sent flying by Bai Zihe. He stumbled back more than ten steps after landing before he could stabilize himself.
This undoubtedly caused Patriarch Tianxuan to lose face.
And Bai Zihe's next words stirred up even greater waves.
"I originally thought..."
"You dare to call yourself an ancestor, you must be some formidable existence."
"But now I realize, you are just a cultivation slave, yet you dare to be so boastful, it's truly laughable!"
As soon as he said this.
The crowd below immediately buzzed.
"What is a cultivation slave?"
"It doesn't sound like a glorious thing."
"Could there be some hidden meaning here?"
"Not really sure..."
Most people were from the privileged class and had never come into contact with the deeper levels of the martial arts world, so they couldn't understand.
Qin Yuan also asked curiously, "What is a cultivation slave?"
"I know this!"
Liu Qianxun giggled, "Simply put, it's like being a workhorse for a stronger person, no different from a slave, in exchange for guidance on their cultivation."
"Generally speaking..."
"Only those with dull talent, or those who have reached the limit of their cultivation, will become cultivation slaves."
"And once one becomes a cultivation slave, this identity is branded, and no matter how heaven-defying they become in the future, it will always be a shackle."
"As the saying goes..."
"Glamorous on the outside, but heartbroken and helpless on the inside."
Saying this, Liu Qianxun clicked her tongue in wonder, "This Patriarch Tianxuan, who seems to be high above and commanding the wind and clouds, is actually someone's dog behind the scenes!"
Liu Qianxun did not intentionally lower her voice.
Many people nearby heard her. They dared not openly mock Patriarch Tianxuan, but their eyes clearly held a more meaningful look.
Patriarch Tianxuan's face turned ashen.
This Bai Zihe had actually exposed his shortcomings.
In the martial arts world, being a cultivation slave was naturally not a glorious thing. Even if he was a Grandmaster, he could not escape the fate of being mocked.
What he could do was to kill Bai Zihe, and kill everyone who dared to mock him!
"Boom!"
"Bai Zihe, die!"
Patriarch Tianxuan now had only one thought in his mind: to kill Bai Zihe at all costs.
"He's anxious, he's anxious, he's anxious!"
Liu Qianxun pointed at Patriarch Tianxuan and chuckled.
Ji Xueyun and Qin Yuan were amused by her tone and couldn't help but laugh.
On the field, Bai Zihe remained calm and composed.
He glanced at the charging Patriarch Tianxuan and said indifferently, "You dare to be a cultivation slave, yet you don't allow others to speak of it?"
The response was Patriarch Tianxuan's earth-shattering punch!
With one punch, the heavens and earth dimmed.
It was as if there was nothing else in the world but this punch.
"Only this level?"
Bai Zihe saw the punch, and his eyes flashed with boundless disdain, "It seems the person behind you is not much either, go die!"
As his voice fell.
Patriarch Tianxuan had already reached him.
Hearing Bai Zihe's words, he was furious, and his fist condensed the cultivation of his lifetime.
Bai Zihe did not dodge or evade, but raised his hand and slapped.
Bang!
A violent roar like thunder resounded throughout the venue.
The powerful airwaves directly blew away countless people in the front row, sending them tumbling and disoriented.
And at the center of their clash, a figure flew backward as if shocked by electricity, spitting out a long stream of blood in mid-air, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
By the time he fell to the ground, he was already lifeless.
Patriarch Tianxuan, dead!