The cultivators around watched Li Xiaobai’s actions, and the oldest among them couldn’t help but recall the fear that this sword technique had instilled in them back in the day!
Hundred Percent Barehanded Blade Catch, activated!
Li Xiaobai was straightforward, and under the puzzled gazes of the young cultivators, he swung down his longsword decisively.
In an instant.
Using himself as the axis, he directly split the entire Central Origin Realm in two. Behind him, all living things remained unhard, while in front, every cultivator’s knees buckled, and they knelt to the ground, raising their hands high above their heads in submission.
Their bodies were held upright, presenting a posture of worship.
This was not the end. Besides these cultivators before him, many more in the distance collapsed on the ground, worshiping. Within a single breath, half the Mainland’s cultivators had knelt, all spontaneously paying homage toward the direction of the Sword Sect.
"What’s happening?"
"My body won’t move, why am I kneeling to him?"
"The power inside is like a quagmire; is this his thod?"
"I’ve seen it in ancient texts: Sword Imprisonnt, the Demon’s Wicked Sword. This is the origin of the Demon Sword Li Xiaobai!"
"A technique from five hundred years ago is still effective today. Our cultivation level long surpassed all beings, reaching a brand new realm. Why can’t we even defend against just one sword?"
The talents’ faces contorted, eyes filled with fear, unable to comprehend what was happening before them.
With their strength and cultivation level, they fell with just one move, and most importantly, from start to finish, they hadn’t sensed any cultivation fluctuation from Li Xiaobai. They weren’t naïve enough to think his moves required no cultivation support.
There’s only one reason for not sensing it: the opponent’s power is too profound and unfathomable, completely evading their detection because their energies were not on the sa level.
But they all possessed Saint Realm cultivation, even the most skilled experts of three divine flas in the Saint Realm couldn’t possibly accomplish this. How did this mythical figure, resurrected from death, manage this? What is his cultivation?
"I rember now, five hundred years ago, it was this sword that made half of the Central Origin Realm kneel. This sword technique is irrational; it can make people kneel from a thousand miles away!"
The older experts truly revived the fear that Li Xiaobai had instilled. Already invincible during the Saint Realm period, the Hundred Percent Barehanded Blade Catch was now far surpassed by Li Xiaobai. With just a flick of his sword, he could suppress the entire Central Origin Realm.
"How was my lesson, are you satisfied?"
Li Xiaobai laughed rrily and casually, even scratching his butt with one hand, showing no signs of using true effort.
The cultivators present fell into a daze. Whether the young talented powerhouses or the Supre Elders of various super forces, without exception, all kneeled with no room for resistance.
"You... why are you so strong?"
"What sorcery are you using?"
Jin Hu and others frantically circulated their internal strength, but couldn’t mobilize even a fraction of it, rely raging powerlessly. They couldn’t believe what was happening before them, the most brilliant generation of the Central Origin Realm, how could they be dispatched so easily?
Even the top experts within their sects required considerable effort to defeat them. Could a five-hundred-year-old fossil, resurrected, hold such mysterious power?
The gap of five hundred years could still suppress them; it was nothing like their imagination!
"Heh, it’s just a very ordinary sword technique; no need to panic."
"I’m quite surprised. After five hundred years, I expected many talents to erge, but didn’t find anyone who could fight. Thoroughly disappointing, how do you usually train to feel worse than cultivators from five hundred years ago?"
"Is this the golden age you speak of? Is this it?"
Li Xiaobai mocked, each sentence hitting the crowd’s sore spot, breaking their defense instantly.
"With this level of skill and cultivation, you cannot defeat the Immortal Gods. Go back and start over. I’m not targeting anyone; I’m just saying everyone here is trash!"
Li Xiaobai sheathed his sword and pulled up a chair to sit down.
The crowd felt their autonomy return to their bodies, stood up, but no longer as imposing as before. Each hung their heads silently, like defeated roosters, unable to speak. That sword had left an indelible psychological shadow.
Fully controlled and comprehensively suppressed, the feeling was more terrifying than being killed.
This ant that if the opponent wished, they could take their heads at any ti. These insignificant navigators were nothing in Li Xiaobai’s eyes. A profound sense of defeat and sha erged in their hearts.
"You are all junior cultivators, though in this life you won’t have the chance to surpass this Peak Master, I allow you to chase my footsteps."
"But my invitation today isn’t for teaching; as the seniors know, five hundred years ago, all major sects reached a consensus to rge the Central Origin Realm into a solid piece. For this, Old Master Zhang Liancheng personally fused the four pieces of land into one, honoring the Villain’s Guild as supre."
"However, in recent years, there’s been unrest, not just this. More and more sects are becoming restless, with so even attacking the Villain’s Guild in secret. Today, with everyone gathered, I must find and deal with these people, for among us, there are traitors!"
Li Xiaobai waved his hand, and behind him, accompanied by Chen Yuan, a hundred Saint Realm cultivators soared into the sky, surrounding the Second Peak tightly.
Waves of terrifying pressure descended, the obscure aura sent shivers down everyone’s spine.
"Senior Li, what do you an? Over these years, our sects have developed independently and haven’t done anything to wrong the Villain’s Guild!"
An elder of the Golden Blade Sect forced a smile, a very reluctant smile. They were the earliest to leave the Villain’s Guild and had previously received a million top-grade Immortal Stones from Li Xiaobai, feeling uneasy, sensing they might be targeted.
"Indeed, today everyone ca to celebrate the Central Origin Realm and to admire Senior Li’s deanor, without a trace of disrespect. There’s no need for this. Senior, don’t chill the hearts of all cultivators under heaven!"
"You’ve received the money to buy your lives, yes? Leave your lives behind, and I might spare your sects; resist, and I’ll erase your sects from the Central Origin Realm’s map!"
Li Xiaobai spoke uninterestedly, ignoring their words, as he ntally connected to the System Mall.
In an instant, roars continuously emanated from the void, as terrifying gigantic beasts erged from the depths of the void, roaring to the sky, trailing Red Lotus Karma Fire with their tails, turbulent lightning coursing through their spines, extrely intimidating. In the face of these monstrosities, even True Dragons and True Phoenixes paled into insignificance.
These were Saint Realm Godzillas, their power and cultivation, after the shackles of the Central Origin Realm were broken, now within the realm of the three divine flas of the Saint Realm, possessing the top combat power of the Central Origin Realm.
"You’ve all got one thing wrong: this Peak Master never cared for reputation; that’s for future writings. This Peak Master’s actions throughout life never needed explanations to others or regard for their words. Today, I need no reason to kill you, simply because I want to kill for amusent!"
"Will you stretch out your necks for to kill, or do you want to drag each one out to kill? The choice is yours!"
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