Chapter 1339: Chapter 1333: Slaying the Saint Heir
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Many people looked at Li Changlin in astonishnt.
Only the people of the Taiyi Sect were absolutely confident in Li Changlin.
In their eyes, Li Changlin’s cultivation had already reached the level of Danjin. This was the Supre Celestial, a figure revered across the entire Upper Realm.
“Interesting. Li Changlin, is it? I’ll rember your na!”
Guo Xu had been taken aback by Li Changlin’s words. Though initially furious, his mood began to settle down at this mont.
“Stop dawdling! I’ll go first!”
Li Changlin let out a cold snort. He had already run out of patience—was this Guo Xu so kind of lunatic, trying to establish rapport with him?
However, it was too late now. There was no way Li Changlin would waste ti discussing camaraderie with him.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Changlin made his move. With a strike of the Nine Yang Finger, he aid directly at Guo Xu.
Guo Xu chuckled faintly, raised a palm, and struck to et the incoming finger wind.
The clash between palm wind and finger wind erupted with the resonance of a great bell, and above the heads of the two, the phantom forms of a hundred dragons materialized.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Even the Taiyi Sect was montarily stunned, wondering how Young Master Changlin, supposedly a Danjin strongman, could only summon the power of a hundred dragons?
But soon, the mbers of Taiyi Sect understood—Li Changlin only needed the strength of a hundred dragons to easily crush Guo Xu.
Although the finger wind and palm wind collided, the residual energy did not dissipate.
The Nine Yang Finger carried imnse, unyielding yang energy—it was not sothing so easily dissipated.
As the palm wind scattered, the residual finger wind persisted, shooting directly toward Guo Xu.
Under the horrified gazes of the onlookers, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in Guo Xu’s throat. The next mont, it violently exploded, and with a loud bang, Guo Xu’s entire head was obliterated.
“Damn!”
“Heavens, he killed the Saint Heir!”
“This is awful! The Upper Realm will be shaken—this is a major incident!”
Witnessing Guo Xu’s death, everyone erupted in screams. The high-ranking disciples of the Pure Yang Palace leapt to their feet, consud with fury.
Standing coldly on the stage, Li Changlin shouted, “The Dragon Transformation Tournant isn’t over yet! Anyone who wants the resources, co challenge !”
For a mont, everyone looked at each other hesitantly. The Elder of Transmission from the Pure Yang Hall roared in fury, “You brat! You killed the Saint Heir of the Pure Yang Hall—that’s a capital offense! How dare you expect to continue participating in the Dragon Transformation Tournant!”
“What? Does the tournant prohibit killing the Saint Heir?” Li Changlin’s cold gaze swept over him as he dismissed him with an indifferent tone, “If you’re dissatisfied, co onto the stage and seek revenge for him yourself.”
Hearing this, the Elder of Transmission was so enraged he nearly spat blood.
Though an Elder of Transmission, his cultivation was far inferior to Guo Xu, rely at the Initial Stage of Gangjin, with power barely equivalent to Fifty Dragons.
Since Guo Xu had been killed with a single finger, it was clear he stood no chance.
“If you don’t have the guts to fight, then get lost!”
Li Changlin cast him a cold glance and let out a disdainful snort.
The Elder of Transmission glared venomously at Li Changlin, then retrieved a talisman from his robes. He wrote several characters in the air with his finger and activated the talisman.
Whoosh!
The talisman transford into a soundwave and shot toward the mid-mountain Pure Yang Hall—it was evident the Elder of Transmission, recognizing his inability to match Li Changlin, had sent out a call for reinforcents.
“Who’s next?”
Unperturbed by the elder’s petty tactics, Li Changlin looked at the remaining families yet to act and asked in a deep voice.
Those questioned felt an overwhelming absurdity—since when had the Taiyi Sect grown so formidable as to leave no one daring to challenge them on the stage?
Yet that was precisely the reality. Having witnessed Li Changlin’s thods, not a single person from the Eight Great Families dared to step forward.
In the end, Li Changlin turned cold eyes to the Deacon overseeing the competition from the Pure Yang Hall.
The Deacon, rely at the level of Inch Strength, might have been considered a significant figure in the secular world. However, in the Upper Realm, he was only a middling figure. Under Li Changlin’s oppressive gaze, he had no choice but to announce the Taiyi Sect as the winners of this Dragon Transformation Tournant.
In an instant, everyone from the Taiyi Sect erupted in exhilaration.
But just then, an ominous voice rang out from afar. “Who dares kill the Saint Heir of the Pure Yang Hall?!”
The voice resounded like thunder, filled with murderous intent—it was clear this speaker’s fury had reached its apex.
The crowd’s excitent imdiately ceased, and everyone turned their heads toward the mountain base.
There, they saw dozens of figures swiftly ascending. Leading them was none other than Hu Ming, the Palace Master of the Pure Yang Hall.
The Pure Yang Hall had been established by the ancestors of the Eight Great Families, and its Palace Masters were always chosen from among these families.
Typically, the current Saint Heir was almost guaranteed to beco the next Palace Master. However, to maintain balance, the reigning Palace Master was forbidden from nurturing their own family’s disciples as the next Saint Heir. The role of Saint Heir and Palace Master alternated among the Eight Great Families by turn.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The wind howled as Hu Ming arrived first, followed closely by the Eight Family Patriarchs—each one an ultimate existence at the Pinnacle of Gangjin.
“A great battle is about to begin!”
Ying Xian exhaled deeply, speaking with tension in his voice.
“What’s there to fear? Young Master Changlin is a Danjin strongman. He can destroy them with one hand!”
Chang Xiuming smiled coldly, his admiration for Li Changlin transforming from hostility into blind fanaticism.
Especially since Li Changlin had already promised to make him the future Sect Leader of the Taiyi Sect. With the ten years’ worth of resources won today, eighty percent would be allocated to him.
Ten years—more than enough ti for him to elevate his cultivation to the Pinnacle of Gangjin.
And by then, he’d only be thirty-four years old.
At this thought, Chang Xiuming felt brimming with confidence and excitent.
“You must be that Li Changlin who stole my Cheng Family’s divine artifact!” Cheng Family Patriarch Cheng Yuankui stepped forward and bellowed angrily.
Standing calmly on the stage, Li Changlin responded indifferently, “What do you an, ‘stole’? I won fairly in an honorable duel. The Cheng Family’s Divine Artifact is to remain in my custody for fifty years—what’s wrong with that?”
“Hmph! I don’t care if you won it in a duel or not—hand over the Zhen Tian Tower imdiately, or you’re dead today!” Cheng Yuankui sneered coldly.
“If you want the Divine Artifact, step onto the stage. If you can defeat , I’ll tell you where the Zhen Tian Tower is,” Li Changlin replied with composure, his voice unperturbed.
“Li Changlin, what’s the aning of you participating in the Dragon Transformation Tournant and killing my Saint Heir?!”
Seeing Cheng Yuankui enraged, Hu Ming imdiately raised a hand to signal silence, speaking coldly.
Li Changlin retorted, “Is killing a Saint Heir forbidden in the Dragon Transformation Tournant?”
“While there is no such rule, the essence of the tournant is restraint and mutual growth. Your wanton killing defies its purpose,” Gao Yutang, Patriarch of the Gao Family, said sternly. “Li Changlin, kneel down and confess your cris, and return the Divine Artifacts of the Eight Great Families. We might spare your life. Otherwise, you will not leave here alive today!”
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