The Bloodthirsty Saint was also an unparalleled prodigy, having experienced hundreds of life-or-death battles, large and small. Each time, he crushed his enemies with his berserk physique and overwhelming power. He was incredibly confident in his physical strength, believing that Yuan Zhexian's attempt to fight him with pure physical power without using spiritual energy was tantamount to suicide.

Then, their fists collided, creating a powerful explosion in the air. The blast wave forced everyone to retreat, their eyes glazed over. When the blast and smoke dissipated, only Yuan Zhexian stood alone in the void, while the Netherblood Saint Son had vanished. Everyone was astonished. At this moment, one of them said, "No! The Netherblood Saint Son didn't disappear. He was simply blasted to dust by this person's punch, leaving no trace of his body."

A collective gasp filled the air, their faces filled with fear. The power of the Bloodthirsty Saint was undoubtedly among the strongest present. Moreover, the physical strength of the Berserker Physique, one of the three thousand physiques, was incomparably formidable, yet it had been reduced to dust by this person's single punch. It was terrifying.

At this moment, the Divine Son of the Fallen Gods Pavilion, his face filled with fear, addressed Yuan Zhexian. "Your Excellency, if you wish to possess the Mysterious Pearl, we are willing to relinquish it. Would you please allow us to leave?" Yuan Zhexian smiled slightly, a smile that appeared demonic to everyone present. He then shook his head and said, "If only you had known then what you know now! I told you to leave in three breaths, but you wouldn't go. Now… it's too late." He then unleashed a punch at the Divine Son of the Fallen Gods Pavilion. The seemingly ordinary punch left the Divine Son feeling as if his body had been frozen in place, unable to move an inch. With Yuan Zhexian's blow, the Divine Son's eyes widened in terror as he slowly collapsed, dying with unfinished business. Then, Yuan Zhexian waved his hand, and a ball of flame incinerated the still-blinding Divine Son of the Fallen Gods Pavilion into ashes.

Then, with a cold expression, he looked at the remaining crowd and asked, "Anyone else want to leave? The Divine Son of the Divine Fall Pavilion suffered the same fate. Don't call me ruthless; I gave you chances, but you gave up your own chances to live. Now let me see what you're capable of to obtain the Mysterious Pearl." At this moment, the crowd looked at Yuan Zhexian, who was about to unleash a massacre, and didn't know what to do. Yuan Zhexian's terrifying strength had just displayed had greatly shocked them, and their hearts were already filled with fear. They couldn't stay, and they couldn't leave. Then one of them said, "Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well all attack together; maybe there'll be a sliver of hope." With that, the remaining hundred people frantically charged towards Yuan Zhexian.

Yuan Zhexian, not wanting to waste any more time, conjured a holy sword in his hand. He uttered a few words, "The Four Swords of Immortal Slaughter—The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation." A massive sword formation barrier then enveloped the entire battlefield. An ancient, colossal divine sword radiating golden light stood at the center of the formation. Then, deafening thunderclaps emanated from around the massive sword, and countless bolts of lightning streaked across the sky. A terrifying pressure pressed down on everyone present. Seeing the power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, everyone felt extreme terror, struggling internally, trembling helplessly against this oppressive force. Then, Yuan Zhexian pointed his sword at the crowd and uttered a single word, "Go!" Countless terrifying sword lights and thousands of terrifying bolts of lightning shot towards the crowd from the massive sword.

While using his ultimate power to create a small barrier to resist the golden sword light, the Holy Son of Lingtian exclaimed in utter shock, "The Four Swords of Zhuxian? The Yuan Clan's peerless sword technique! A member of the Yuan Clan?" Before he could finish speaking, the golden sword light shattered the small barrier and struck the Holy Son of Lingtian. He coughed up blood and collapsed to one knee. Watching the crowd being struck by the sword light and then vanishing into nothingness, a sense of powerlessness washed over him. He gritted his teeth and burned his essence blood, saying, "Illusory Moon Concealment!" He then transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance, vanishing from the battlefield.

Seeing that the Holy Son of Lingtian had actually escaped by burning his own essence and blood using the forbidden technique of the Illusionary Moon Spirit Heaven, Yuan Zhexian stopped paying attention. If he wanted to kill the Holy Son of Lingtian, he would never have been able to escape. He just didn't want to waste time. At this time, the remaining people on the battlefield desperately tried their best to resist the golden sword light and terrifying lightning. In Yuan Zhexian's eyes, all of this was in vain. These people tried everything they could to withstand the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, whether it was their protective barriers, various spiritual treasures, or divine armor. Death itself was not terrible, but the powerless despair and heart-wrenching screams before death were the most terrifying. In the end, under the engulfment of countless golden sword lights and thousands of lightning bolts, everyone died completely, leaving not even a corpse behind. Looking at the cleaned-up battlefield, Yuan Zhexian didn't waste any more words and immediately went to retrieve the mysterious bead.

After obtaining the mysterious bead, he smiled slightly at the King of Quan'an, whose jaw was practically dropping to the ground, and then disappeared in a flash of golden light.

After regaining his senses, Prince Quan'an exclaimed, "Holy crap! I thought he was just some ordinary passerby, and I was even trying to fool him. I never expected him to be such a big shot!" He then roared in the direction where Yuan Zhexian had disappeared, "Big shot, I'm Prince Quan'an! My inside information is the most reliable. Remember to come to me if you ever want to know anything, I'll provide it for free!"

With a flash of golden light, Yuan Zhexian returned to the waterfall where he had first met Jun Yichen.

Ding...

"Congratulations, host, for obtaining the Mysterious Bead and completing the mission. Mission points are awarded."

He eagerly began to examine the mysterious bead before him. Activating his double pupils, he could only discern a few wisps of white immortal energy within. He then tried to absorb it using the supreme power of his Supreme Bone, but to no avail. He then tried using the chaotic power of his Chaotic Body, but it remained the same—like a vast, bottomless abyss. Frustrated, he could only try probing the system to see if he could extract any useful information.

"System. System. Everything."

"I've been studying it for ages and haven't found anything. You're just going to tell me what it is? Why are you in such a hurry for me to get it?"

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