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Zhai Liancheng's entire body was broken into pieces, with severe injuries everywhere.
The lightning of heavenly tribulation that filled his whole body bound his body and strength, but at the same time also gave him protection and would definitely not take his life.
The worst thing was that he was still conscious, but his eyes were dull and his heart was as dead as ashes.
He couldn't make any sound, and even shouting out the most humiliating word "surrender" was a luxury. Now he could only wish to faint quickly to end this humiliation, imagining that when he woke up, he would find that everything was just a nightmare. "Zhai Liancheng," Yun Che's voice, which was a million times more terrifying than the devil's low moan, came from his soul: "Be careful when you speak next time. Fortunately, I have a good temper and don't hold grudges. If I met someone with a bad temper, I'm afraid
I've already smashed your head, how could I be so kind as to reward you with such great prestige."
The lightning from the calamity on Zhai Liancheng's body quickly dissipated, and the severe pain overwhelmed his senses, but it did not only relieve the humiliation and hatred in his heart.
His lips finally moved, but they only opened and closed with a trembling sound. No sound came out, and then he fainted completely.
Yun Che kicked out, sending Zhai Liancheng flying towards Zhai Kenxie, whose face was covered in blood.
Zhai Kexie hurriedly reached out and took Zhai Liancheng in his hand. Before he could check on his injuries, Yun Che's leisurely voice came to his ears: "Master Panxuan, you should announce the results of this battle."
Zhai Kexie raised his head, staring at Yun Che with a vicious gaze... His most proud son was finished, completely finished.
Today's humiliation will forever be his mark of shame. No matter how brilliant his achievements are in the future, he will never be able to get rid of it. Even more, when anyone sees or mentions him, the first thing they think of is always today.
How cruel and vicious this is.
While Zhai Kexie was extremely angry, he also felt an increasingly chilling chill in his heart.
Such a sinister method did not leave even the slightest room for maneuver. This also meant that Yun Che... did not take the Panxuan Sect seriously at all.
He was even not afraid of the Abyss Knight.
The cultivation level of the Divine Sovereign Realm is so terrifying that it is beyond comprehension... What kind of terrifying origin could be behind the name "Yun Che" that is destined to be a false name?
Lie Qianhong of Liesha Sect stepped forward and said, "Since Sect Master Panxuan is inconvenient, I will make the announcement on your behalf."
"In the first battle of the Kirin God Conference, the Wanren Sect was the first to lose, ranking last, the Panxuan Sect... ranked second, and the Helian Imperial Family won all the battles, ranking first!"
With this result, the Helian royal family has firmly entered the Lin Divine Realm, but no one in the Helian family cheered. Some were dazed, some were confused, as if they were still in a dream and had not woken up.
Compared to before the war, the way everyone looked at Yun Che had changed drastically, and their hearts were twitching continuously under the continuous violent tremors.
And in their eyes, Yun Che… his expression did not change much from beginning to end, as if he was not torturing the strongest disciples of Panxuan Sect and Wanren Sect, but just casually pinching a grasshopper jumping on the side of the road to death.
Ximen Boyun didn't speak and had nothing to say.
And now his attention was almost entirely on Yun Che. Those eyes that seemed calm and cold... the rest of their light was always fixed on Yun Che.
Yun Che turned around and patted Mo Cangying on the shoulder: "Brother Mo, the Panxuan Sect and the Wanren Sect are just two of us. It turns out that the two of us are enough."
"..." Mo Cangying looked at him blankly, his throat twitching but he couldn't speak.
After leaving the battlefield and returning to the Helian Imperial Family, Helian Lingzhu rushed over. She stood in front of Yun Che, her eyes filled with mist and tears, like crystals stained with dew: "Master Yun Che...you...I..."
“Princess, I have fulfilled my mission.” Yun Che smiled and replied, “It seems that this time Helian will have to prepare more candidates to enter the Kirin God Realm.”
Helian Lingzhu nodded vigorously. The way she looked at Yun Che at this moment was as if she was looking up at a god sent down from heaven for her.
“Yun Che,” Ku Xian said, his old eyes filled with amazement: “Who on earth… are you?”
Yun Che shook his head: "I am just a person who has temporarily lost his past."
"Hehe." Kuxian smiled faintly and didn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, Yun Che suddenly turned his head and looked at Helian Linglang and the Helian Xuanzhe who were surrounding him.
Under his gaze, Helian Linglang's whole body trembled violently, she staggered back a step and almost fell to the ground.
A pair of shrinking eyes filled with fear.
“Speaking of which,” Yun Che glanced at them calmly, as if he was looking down upon an ant: “When the Kirin God Realm opens, do you have the nerve to go in? I’m looking forward to it.”
With just one sentence, the Helian disciples were shaken and blushed.
If Yun Che had dared to say such things before the battle, they would have been furious. But now… their heads were lowered more and more, not to mention saying a word, not even one of them dared to meet Yun Che’s gaze.
The dignified Young Master Panxuan was turned into a humiliating human stick in his hands, so they were nothing.
On the other side is the Bailin League.
Ximen Qi's legs were shaking, and his hands, which had not yet fully recovered from the injury, were shaking so much that they were about to fall apart again. His face was even paler than the day he was severely injured and humiliated by Yun Che.
"Did you see that?" Ximen Borong said in a deep voice, "You were lucky that only one of your hands was broken that day!"
Ximen Qi's throat made a heavy "gurgling" sound.
Putting himself in Zhai Liancheng's shoes, he suddenly felt that Yun Che that day was as kind as the Heavenly Father. "At the Divine Sovereign realm, with such strength... the Abyss Knights are not afraid at all." Ximen Borong took a deep breath: "His origin is probably far more terrifying than previously guessed. Maybe... he is from some Divine Kingdom who came to the mortal world to play.
The Son of God!"
Ximen Qi's pupils suddenly dilated and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Ximen Boron is not the only one who thinks this way.
In Chi Wuyao's life experience, there is a saying: What people fear most is often not an enemy that is too powerful, but an enemy that knows nothing.
The greatest fear is the unknown, and this applies to any field.
The three major sects were truly giants in the Linyuan world, but they knew very well how terrifying the outside world was. Once touched, the other party only needed to snap their fingers to turn their accumulation of dozens of generations into dust.
As they were completely unable to uncover any details about Yun Che, or even his origins, the more powerful he became, the more suspicious and fearful the three major sects became.
And if they knew that Yun Che was actually just a rootless duckweed, their revenge would not wait until the next hour.
As all the Nanming Divine Sources were destroyed in the battle with Mo Beichen, Yun Che could no longer support the Divine Ashes state. Even with his ultimate strength, he could only barely match a Half-Step Divine Destroyer, and could never directly contend with any of the three major sects.
But now, Yun Che’s extremely ruthless means and extremely arrogant bluffing attitude have frightened the three major sects and made them tremble with fear, and they have all kinds of imaginations.
Before thoroughly finding out Yun Che’s identity and background, I’m afraid they would never dare to touch him at all.
The second battle of the Kirin God Meeting, Liesha Sect versus Bailin League.
The disciples of Liesha Sect entered the battlefield first, including six lower-level gods and four kings, with no external support.
In comparison, the disciples of the Bailin League seemed much more miserable.
Among the nine disciples who entered the venue, there were only two first-level God Lords, and the other seven were all God Sovereigns.
However, Lie Qianhong, the leader of Liesha Sect, had a serious look on his face.
The Bailin League had found a powerful foreign aid... This was known to all three major sects. However, no one in the three sects knew who this foreign aid was.
Until... a gray figure slowly fell from the sky and stood behind the nine Bailin disciples.
This person was wearing an exceptionally large and thick-looking gray-white robe that wrapped his entire body, reaching all the way to his ankles, making it difficult to discern his figure.
The gray-white robe seemed to be made of the roughest cloth, with no mysterious patterns of power engraved on it, and not even the slightest decorative pattern could be seen.
What's even more bizarre is that its head and even its neck are completely covered by a gray-white hood made of the same material, with not a single bit of skin or hair exposed.
Obviously, this person doesn't want to show any of his external appearance in this Linyuan world.
Including... before this, his presence was extremely low. Before he showed up this time, few people noticed his existence.
Everyone's eyes were focused on this gray-clothed man who was obviously out of tune with the other Bailin disciples, and everyone was talking about it.
Zhai Kexie and Wan Wei also noticed the man in gray for the first time, and their expressions were surprisingly consistent… they frowned at first, then became puzzled, and finally turned into deep shock.
At the Helian Imperial Family's place, Kuxian also had a look of shock on his face, and his aura was momentarily disturbed.
Mo Cangying suddenly realized something and asked with a sidelong glance, "Master, what's the difference?"
Ku Xian exhaled lightly and whispered: "This is... an eighth-level Divine Lord."
"...What!?" Mo Cangying was shocked and speechless.
An eighth-level God Lord under ten generations...what does this mean?
In the history of the Linyuan Realm, the most outstanding genius who has appeared in the past ten generations is the seventeenth King Helian... Helian Kunlun.
He obtained a god-given object [Lin Gu Ling Lan] from the Lin Shen Realm, and was reborn from then on, becoming a sixth-level God Lord at the age of ten generations.
After that, he even broke through to the God Lord realm and became a Demigod.
The Helian Dynasty of that generation was an era of prosperity that no force could shake.
[Lin Gu Ling Lan] transformed him and significantly increased his lifespan. He should have died long ago, but he survived to this day by sealing his breath and became the last guardian of the Helian Imperial Family.
The three major sects are also aware of the existence of Helian Kunlun, which is their biggest... or only fear of the Helian royal family.
Since then, [Lin Gu Ling Lan] has become the most coveted divine object for the Lin Yuan Xuan practitioners. The greatest desire of every person who enters the Lin Shen Realm is to find a [Lin Gu Ling Lan]. But unfortunately, [Lin Gu Ling Lan] only appeared once. In the following eras, the Lin Shen Realm was explored by generations of people, but no trace of [Lin Gu Ling Lan] was found. Only the records and legends about it will be forever forgotten.
Constantly piercing the deepest desire of every Linyuan Xuan person.
And this gray-clothed man was actually an eighth-level God Lord... far superior to Helian Kunlun, who was born from the [Lin Gu Ling Lan] and became the legend of Lin Yuan.
Such a person must be from a very high plane. What method did the Bailin League use to invite such a person to work for them?
“……” Kuxian stared at him for a long time without saying anything.
In fact, what surprised him the most was that an eighth-level God Lord... he had not even noticed his existence before.
Yun Che’s gaze rested briefly on the man in gray, his brows slightly furrowed.
Why would such a person, who is so afraid of having his identity known to others, come to this Linyuan Realm to fight for a small Bailin League?
Ximen Boyun's face? Humanity?
Judging from his secretive attitude, it must be neither.
Then there is only one possibility.
This person, like himself, wants to enter the Linshen realm.
I have my own reasons for having to enter the Linshen realm, but why does he… There is not a trace of earth power on his body.
etc……
This seems... to be a woman! ?
When his eyes fell on the man's hood again, his sharp vision, which was not eroded by the abyss dust, faintly saw two...
Deep black lines crisscrossing the face.
Scarface?
She covered her face so tightly just to hide the black marks?
Watching the gray-clothed man enter, Ximen Boyun was calm, with a smile on his face, looking very confident.
After being shocked, Lie Qianhong's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
He already knew that the Bailin League had foreign aid, but he never imagined that this foreign aid would be so terrifying.
In the last battle, the Helian Imperial Family not only did not suffer a crushing defeat, but instead severely abused the Panxuan Sect and the Wanren Sect. Their final ranking was the lowest at second.
Among the three major sects, his Liesha Sect is the weakest.
And if we lose to the Bailin League again...
Then, it would not be the Helian royal family that would lose the qualification to enter the Linshen realm, but his Liesha Sect!
Lie Zhuoyang, the young master of Liesha Sect, was burning with fighting spirit when suddenly he felt an inexplicable feeling of suffocation and the atmosphere around him became extremely weird.
He turned his head to look at the sect, only to find that his father's face was a frighteningly pale color.
Sensing Lie Zhuoyang's gaze, Lie Qianhong let out a long breath and said in a voice transmission: "The person opposite... is an eighth-level Divine Lord."
"What..." Lie Zhuoyang's face changed drastically and he blurted out.
"Give up." Lie Qianhong said weakly, "That gray-clothed man can crush all of you by himself. You have no chance of winning."
“Although it would be embarrassing to admit defeat directly, I should retain all my strength and condition. While Panxuan Sect and Wanren Sect are seriously injured by Yun Che… maybe there is still a chance.”
"..." Lie Zhuoyang gritted his teeth, and the fighting spirit that had just ignited in his heart was completely suppressed by the four words "Eighth Level God Lord".
However, he did not admit defeat immediately. Instead, he pointed at the man in gray and asked in a deep voice, "Since you have already stepped into the battlefield, why do you have to hide your head and show your tail? At least... you should let us know your name."
The gray-clothed man's figure and breath were completely calm, as if he were dead.
Just when everyone thought that she didn't want to pay attention to Young Master Liesha, she slowly spoke:
"Chilong clan, Long Jiang." The voice was cold and hoarse, but it was still recognizable as a woman's voice.
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