There's no need to think at all.
Ye Tian then realized that the immense power that was suffocating him came from that legendary figure in the Imperial Pavilion, whose realm was extremely profound.
The other party assumed that two true immortals could easily control them.
Little did they expect that when Ye Tian was fighting Li Guang during Nirvana, Ye Tian had already completely broken through to the fifth level of the Cloud Realm.
Ye Tian is now capable of fighting against a hundred people at the Immortal Realm.
Let alone two immortals, what is there to fear even if ninety-eight more come?
However, given the current state of this spiritual energy, Ye Tian is no match for it.
Even if they used every ounce of their strength, they couldn't escape.
Its aura was incredibly powerful.
Within the Nine Emperors Universe, a clear, ethereal voice, like the chanting of an ancient Buddha, resounded.
Immediately afterwards, a gigantic hand appeared in the sky.
It seemed as if the attack was directed solely at Ye Tian.
It seemed that only Ye Tian remained in the world.
The palm grew larger and larger, until it could blot out the sky. The bronze-colored palm slammed down fiercely towards Ye Tian's head.
Ye Tian was under immense pressure, his legs felt like they were rooted to the ground, and he couldn't move at all.
Stone chips flew everywhere, and a large hole was torn open in the ground.
If this palm strike had landed on Ye Tian, he would have been dead without a doubt.
Even if Ye Tian had great skills, he could never withstand this palm strike.
The audience held their breath, staring intently at Ye Tian.
Could it be that the genius we just met in the Feiguang Mountains is about to perish here? If that's the case, it would be such a pity.
He was able to defeat a cultivator at the Immortal Realm with the strength of the Cloud Realm, and even kill two Immortals.
Such talent is truly rare and exceptional, and this is no exaggeration.
But now, he is about to be killed on the spot.
With the big shots from the Imperial Pavilion making a move, let alone Ye Tian, even those old guys would probably be unable to withstand it.
Not to mention a mere Ye Tian.
However, for the Feiguang Mountains, this place has lost another unparalleled talent.
Just then, the overwhelming hand was about to land on Ye Tian.
A stern, authoritative voice rang out, reprimanding, "Submit now, and I'll spare your life."
Above Ye Tian's head was this overwhelming palm, and its sheer pressure caused intense pain to his internal organs, making his face contort in agony.
If he does not yield, this slap will surely result in his death.
"He couldn't hold on any longer; he had no choice but to give in. If things continued like this, he would surely die."
"Being recruited by the Imperial Pavilion is quite a stroke of luck for him."
The onlookers pointed and whispered among themselves about Ye Tian.
At this moment.
Despite enduring immense pressure and pain, Ye Tian suddenly revealed a ferocious smile.
It was so cold it sent chills down my spine.
"How dare he laugh? He can still laugh in this situation!"
"Could it be that he has a good chance of surviving?"
"That's impossible! It's all a charade! I absolutely do not believe he could have survived an attack from that big shot in the Imperial Pavilion."
Ye Tian grinned maliciously and said, "Submit? Screw your submission!"
"hiss."
Silence, deathly silence.
The crowd was completely dumbfounded.
There's a saying in the Feiguang Mountains: no one dares to disregard the Pavilion Master of the Imperial Pavilion under the Nine Emperors' Domain.
Wuchen Daoren was no longer ignoring him; he was offending him to the point of death.
To dare to insult the Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion in front of the disciple recruitment competition, with most of the sect leaders of Feiguang Mountain Range present, is nothing short of courting death.
Daoist Wuchen is doomed.
Sikong Yun was a guest elder of the Chengyun Sect, and now he stared blankly at this Wuchen Daoist.
He was certain that Daoist Wuchen was definitely dead.
He even dared to provoke the Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion. Even if Daoist Wuchen has a protective umbrella behind him, it certainly won't be able to shield him.
This made Sikong Yun secretly sigh with regret.
Wuchen Daoist killed the sect leader of Chengyun Sect.
But this has nothing to do with him, a mere guest elder. He's just a high-ranking employee in the sect, and whether the boss lives or dies is of little concern to him.
On the contrary, Sikong Yun believed that Wuchen Daoren was the real pity.
Anyone capable of defying immortals at the Cloud Realm level must have had a powerful mentor who nurtured them. They're likely a formidable figure in the Fei Guang Mountains.
Perhaps they could have saved Wuchen Daoren's life.
Now, Wuchen Daoist has become so foul-mouthed and audacious, daring to insult the Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he absolutely could not protect Ye Tian.
"You're courting death!" The sect leader's voice was slightly cold, mixed with a faint anger and a hidden killing intent.
For the Pavilion Master, whose emotions were usually calm and unperturbed, this was already a sign that he had made up his mind to kill Wuchen Daoist.
Sikong Yun looked at Wuchen Daoist. He was already struggling to resist the pressure of the palm, and his face was extremely ugly, turning an ashen color that was appalling.
But at this moment.
The Daoist Wuchen actually laughed, showing none of the weariness of his white-haired, aged self, but rather like a young man who had just succeeded in his wicked scheme.
This startled Sikong Yun.
Could this person still have some trump card that allows them to escape death?
Immediately.
Sikong Yun shook his head, realizing how naive his thoughts were. He was merely at the Cloud Realm; how could he possibly escape the Sect Master's methods? It was simply impossible.
But at that very moment...
Wuchen Daoist grinned, looked up at the enormous hand in the sky, and spat out a mouthful of saliva, saying angrily, "Go to hell, I'll come back and cripple you sooner or later!"
After saying that...
Sikong Yun's pupils contracted.
Suddenly, a pair of shimmering boots appeared beneath Wuchen Daoren's feet, like wheels of fire. Moving at near-light speed, the hand didn't even touch Wuchen Daoren.
He then ran away.
"Huangyu Pavilion, I'll remember you! As long as I'm alive, I'll tear your damn sect to shreds! I'm Wuchen Daoist of the Wuqing Sect, you better remember my name!"
A powerful shout, seemingly piercing the heavens, was heard clearly and steadily by everyone present.
Awesome!
Almost everyone in the room gave a thumbs up.
This Daoist Wuchen is truly arrogant and domineering. He provoked the Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion and even announced his name, showing no fear whatsoever.
Wuchen Daoren's courage and skills are both first-rate and astonishing.
Almost everyone had this vague thought in their hearts.
"call."
Ye Tian, wearing the Sky-Treading and Earth-Treading Spirit Boots, held Li Xiaoyao and Wuchen Daoren with his left and right hands, and carried his junior sister Gu Nishang on his back.
Exhausting all his strength.
Only after confirming that he was out of danger did he fall to the ground with a thud.
He was panting heavily.
What bad luck! Ye Tian cursed angrily in his heart.
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