Chapter 579: Chapter 579: No Intentions
When people heard Di Hai’s words, they shook their heads, and some even laughed mockingly.
Who can survive the power of the Soul Burial Ritual of Skywalker?
Even if Yang Tian could survive, in their eyes, he must have been gravely injured. If he could bury his soul under the heavens once, there would surely be a second time!
Therefore, the outcome of this battle is no longer a suspense!
To Tianhang, it felt more like listening to Tian Da telling jokes. He chuckled sarcastically and said, "God’s wrath today – Today is the King’s wrath. But even so, you’re still one of the two kings of this chaotic capital. To say something so ridiculous is outright laughable! Who dares to survive under such burial arts? If that kid can walk out unharmed, I’ll reverse the three characters of Ghost King Sect..."
"Not reverse!"
Before he could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him. It echoed from the Shenjian Gate stationed in the light, causing him to turn his head in astonishment.
Suddenly, a black spot appeared amidst the light, then gradually began to expand, resembling a deep black hole that started devouring the surrounding brilliance!
In that very instant, the light that sent shivers down some people’s spines was consumed, revealing a figure dressed in black clothing, with black hair and a chilling expression.
Yang Tian!
Moments ago, Yang Tian wasn’t sitting on a chair but standing before the Shenjian Gate station. As for the elder of swords or the tables and chairs behind him, they weren’t damaged, not even slightly moved!
"This... How is this possible?"
Watching Yang Tian emerge unscathed under his burial arts, Tianxing’s laughter froze immediately!
The surrounding leaders of various sects and senior figures all displayed expressions of disbelief.
Some even muttered to themselves in confusion, "No intention.
Only this, nothing else?
Is it over?"
Upon hearing those words, the elder participants from the teaching halls furrowed their brows slightly.
Although the sect rivalry had never explicitly set a rule since its inception to leave someone dead on the battlefield, it had long become the unspoken standard practice to annihilate one’s opponent.
This was what all previous challenges had been about. The victor lives; the loser perishes!
After all, cultivators are not ordinary people; with their unpredictable powers and strengths akin to gods and ghosts,
If one party defeats the other in this arena but does not kill them, won’t it create trouble once the defeated recovers and retaliates against one’s relatives or weaker sect members?
Take today’s Tianxing as an example—even though everyone can see he was suppressed by Yang Tian, if he doesn’t die today, upon returning to the Ghost Emperor, he could bypass Yang Tian and target the elder priests with swords or even entangle a group of powerful men to surround Yang Tian. Wouldn’t today’s battle become meaningless?
These thoughts, of course, could only remain private, with no one daring to voice them aloud.
Because the individual speaking was none other than the one sitting at the highest position in the grand stage’s center at this moment—the foremost figure in the cultivation world, Master Li Yicai of Zongjian Ridge, wielder of the Galaxy Sword.
Who among the strongest present dared not heed his words, knowing both his strength and prestige? Who would dare to disobey?
Earlier, when Xiang Tianhang faced Yang Tian’s blade, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness. He even thought he was close to death!
Yet at that moment, Li Yi smashed through Yang Tian’s deadly blade and uttered the words signaling the end of this challenge – bringing Xiang Tianhang’s mind back into reality, followed by a bitter smile.
"Guiyuan Heavenly Venerate? I didn’t expect your divine powers to suppress my Ghost King Sect’s Ghost Cultivators so thoroughly, but it doesn’t matter! Ben hasn’t died! Hahaha, Ben hasn’t died! Do you know what that means?"
He addressed Skywalker Tianxing, slowly standing up from the ground, his eyes filled with deepening pain.
That means, before you die, Ben Song will not let you go! And at this time, this sect will surely not show mercy; this sect will unite all the forces of my Ghost King Clan and some close allies! You will become the last to have the soul of every disciple and elder of Divine Sword Sect extracted!
And this clan will use your souls as flags for summoning spirits, binding you to eternal existence and suffering for this clan, making you unable to live, unable to die, haha!"
As these words fell, though many had anticipated such an outcome, their expressions turned pale at Tianxing’s declaration.
To extract a person’s soul from their lifetime, turning their sacrifice into a ritual flag for summoning spirits, trapping them to endure eternal life and death—is such cruelty truly despicable!
As for Shenjian Gate, Lu Haisheng, belonging to the Mad Sword Sect, Hehuan Sect, Lingyun Sect, Wanhua Valley, and others, gazed at Yang Tian sympathetically and sighed.
Because this result—Lu Haisheng guessed it, and everyone else guessed it too.
The one who faced elimination wasn’t the defeated Ghost Emperor but the victorious Sword Sect God.
This was the consequence of provoking the Three Sects; this was Yang Tian’s arrogant price!
Even they began to ponder, if the Divine Sword Sect were destroyed, which clan would rise to claim the position of Northern Lord?
The real question was whether they could benefit from this.
But just then, Yang Tian’s hand suddenly erupted with a brilliant Sword Light, like a white colt galloping through an opening, abruptly charging into the heavens.
"...You..."
At this most relaxed moment for Tianxing, when no real elemental force was mobilized.
Thus, the blade easily pierced through his entire body, leaving his smile frozen stiff.
"You... you dare to kill me? To kill me..."
With a thud!
At Tianxing’s end, one of the Ghost King Clan’s three leaders, the second most important figure in the clan, with incredulous eyes, tremblingly pointed his finger at Yang Tian before collapsing to the ground, bisected.
Yang Tian declared, "The Ghost King Sect, withdraws from the market today."
Silence!
A deathly silence!
Everyone stared blankly at the falling figure and listened to Yang Tian’s declaration of retreat. All were dumbfounded.
No one could have imagined, no one dared guess.
"Against benevolence, what qualifications do you have to demand obedience?"
Gasp!
When Yang Tian uttered this line, everyone who had previously been stunned by Li Yicai’s sudden dominance drew sharp breaths, staring at Yang Tian in disbelief.
Mad?
Insanely mad!
This was truly the actions of a crazed tyrant—wild and explosive!
Ever since Li Yicai became the Grandmaster of Zongjian Ridge, they had never seen or heard anyone dare to speak to him this way.
Who was Li Yi?
Ning Dan at thirty, Yuan Ying at fifty, mentally unpredictable at a hundred, and undergoing the ninety-ninth Shen Shalei Tribulation at one hundred fifty, thus carving his title as the foremost in the cultivation world of truths!
He was undoubtedly a legend of cultivation—a mythical figure.
In the cultivation realm, mentioning the word "strength" would inevitably conjure Li Yicai as the first thought!
Yet now, Yang Tian had uttered these words to the pinnacle of the cultivation world.
Why should Li Yicai consider obedience?
If this wasn’t the mark of a mad tyrant, then what was?
Yet, in appreciating Yang Tian’s courage, everyone shook their heads, many revealing outright sarcastic and mocking expressions.