Outside the Immortal Falling Cliff.
The cold wind howled.
Heavy snow fell.
The marketplace bustled with crowds.
Upon seeing the young man clad in nine-dragon imperial robes, many faces changed.
In this current great era, ordinary mortals were protected by the Dragon Country's Sword Holder system. As for common lone cultivators and small families, they needed to rely on major powers for survival.
Among the major powers, the most renowned were the Five Great Sacred Lands, the Nine Demonic Sects, the Dao Sect, and Buddhism. The Longevity Families, Immortal Families, and Forbidden Families could not compare to these sixteen powerful sects.
Three years after the former King of Qian of the Dragon Country abdicated and massacred Kunlun, he disappeared. Rumors circulated that he had died, but a few days ago, the new Sect Master of the True Demonic Sect, one of the Nine Demonic Sects, was named Qian Yang, whose common name was Chen Jiuyang.
Now, his figure reappeared in the marketplace outside the Immortal Falling Cliff, how could it not cause a stir?
Cold, calm words spread through the marketplace. Chen Jiuyang stood with his hands behind his back, a long saber hanging from his waist, his expression indifferent as he looked at Zi Su Ye, the senior disciple of the Sacred Land of Shu Mountain, before him.
"Come, I will stand here and let you kill me."
"Your life is laid out here, for you to take."
The moment Zi Su Ye saw Chen Jiuyang, his face paled, and cold sweat broke out.
No matter how weak Chen Jiuyang was, he was a Venerable Realm cultivator to hold the position of Sect Master of a sect, while Zi Su Ye was only at the Heavenly Realm.
Not to mention Chen Jiuyang's infamous name within Shu Mountain.
If he dared to attack Chen Jiuyang, it would be courting death.
He never expected that Chen Jiuyang would appear when he was humiliating Han Cang Mu. If he didn't act, his title as the senior disciple of the Sacred Land of Shu Mountain would become a joke, and the world would mock him for fearing a demonic cultivator.
This put him in a difficult position.
Chen Jiuyang looked at him, his eyes like a still well: "What, not attacking?"
"Since you are not attacking, do not blame me for making the first move."
"You attacked first and killed my True Saint Sect disciple, so you must be prepared to lose your life."
Zi Su Ye was covered in cold sweat, his mind racing with calculations.
Damn it.
He had just fought a fierce battle with Han Cang Mu, and there was not much true qi left in his body.
Even if he turned around and fled, he couldn't escape.
What should he do?
Chen Jiuyang slowly raised a finger, and a sliver of his powerful, abyss-like aura was suddenly released.
"Boom!!!"
Terrifying spiritual energy erupted from his finger, a golden-red stream of light accompanied by sacred demonic energy of pitch black, shooting towards Zi Su Ye.
"Bang—"
"Damn it!!!"
Zi Su Ye's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected Chen Jiuyang to attack directly. The overwhelming sense of mortal danger made him immediately pull out the protective talisman bestowed upon him by the Sacred Land of Shu Mountain.
"Ching-zi—"
The protective talisman emitted a powerful force that enveloped him, but Chen Jiuyang's single finger strike instantly shattered the talisman and pierced through his body, creating a bloody hole.
The wound also emitted a sizzling sound of being scorched.
"Ah!!!"
Zi Su Ye let out a piercing scream.
"Hmm?"
"Interesting, to withstand one of my moves and not die. It seems the title of senior disciple of the Pseudo-Dao Shu Mountain is not just for show." Chen Jiuyang's eyes showed a slight flicker of emotion.
A Heavenly Realm martial artist could withstand a move from a Venerable Realm Great Master who had already achieved Dao condensation. Chen Jiuyang was no ordinary Venerable Realm Great Master.
This was somewhat unbelievable.
"Sect Master's divine might!!!"
Han Cang Mu immediately shouted excitedly, his eyes filled with fervor.
Zi Su Ye had been so arrogant just now, but with the Sect Master's appearance, the power of a single finger had beaten him into a corner. The pseudo-dao was still pseudo-dao, inferior to their sacred path.
The surroundings fell silent, with only the whistling of the cold wind.
Venerable Realm Great Masters were transcendent and attained sainthood, truly a power beyond their reach.
However, more people were silently observing this Sect Master of the True Demonic Sect.
"Swish!"
Chen Jiuyang's figure vanished from his spot, suddenly appearing before Zi Su Ye. He looked down at him from above, his expression indifferent, and said in a flat tone:
"Even if you have a treasure that can withstand the first move, at such close range, I'll see what other tricks you have."
He slowly raised his finger. Zi Su Ye's eyes were filled with terror, his heart overwhelmed by the fear of death.
That small finger blocked all his vision. The scorching stream of light instantly melted the surrounding ice and snow.
"I'm going to die here..." Zi Su Ye roared in despair.
"Boom!!!"
Chen Jiuyang unleashed his finger strike.
In that moment, it was too late.
Dozens of figures suddenly rushed out, appearing in the marketplace outside the Immortal Falling Cliff.
A sharp long sword materialized.
"Clang!!!"
"Bang!!!"
Chen Jiuyang's attack was blocked by this sword. At such close range, the attack was blocked, and Zi Su Ye's life was protected.
This scene startled countless people. Then, sensing the emerging figures, their faces turned pale, cold sweat trickled down, and their steps began to retreat silently.
The Immortal Falling Cliff was truly about to descend into chaos.
"Bullying the young and taking out your anger on a junior is not like your usual style."
The one holding the long sword was a young man wearing ancient, elegant robes of pale blue and white, with a handsome appearance. His voice carried a hint of vicissitude, and he said to Chen Jiuyang with a complex expression:
Chen Jiuyang looked at him, his expression indifferent: "He killed my sect's disciple first. If I take his life, how is that taking out my anger?"
Then Chen Jiuyang glanced around: "It seems you have all gone to great lengths to wait for me here."
Chen Fengge looked at Chen Jiuyang with some guilt and said, "You shouldn't have come here. If you had continued to hide, or stayed within the demonic territories, we wouldn't have been able to scheme against you."
Chen Jiuyang's expression remained unchanged: "Three years ago, during the Kunlun massacre, I have been contemplating when the retaliation from your pseudo-dao would come."
"You scheme against me, yet I use you to overcome a tribulation."
Ever since Chen Jiuyang learned that Ancestor 'Qing Jue' had instructed him to go to the Immortal Falling Cliff, he had a premonition. Coming to the Immortal Falling Cliff, he had another premonition, that he was to face the second tribulation.
"Let me see."
"Shu Mountain's Sixteen Clans, Kunlun's Twelve Palaces, Bai Yu Jing, Penglai, Forbidden City..."
"Your pseudo-dao's primary powers have all gathered here to kill me."
Chen Jiuyang slowly nodded. The Five Great Sacred Lands attacking him together was truly a disaster.
He hadn't expected that two of the three disasters and nine tribulations would occur among the Five Great Sacred Lands. Or perhaps, because he had joined the demonic path and become the Sect Master of the True Demonic Sect, his fate had changed, leading to the Five Great Sacred Lands becoming the target of the second tribulation.
"Demonic scoundrel, if not for Emperor Yan's decree three years ago, how could your life have been spared until today?"
"The day our righteous sacred lands wash away our humiliation is today!"
Chen Jiuyang looked at them, a mocking expression appearing on his face: "Speaking of demonic path and righteous sacred lands, it truly is laughable."
"Years ago, you massacred my wife's clan and abducted my wife and daughters to achieve ascension to the immortal realm. Why don't you mention such despicable acts?"