403: Brothers, let's go!

The newcomer was dressed in green robes, carrying a sharp intent that seemed capable of severing everything. It was the Peak Master of Jianxiao Peak, Ye Guying.

His gaze swept over the two of them, and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Middle Stage Saint King Realm?" Ye Guying’s voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Shi, this gift of yours is indeed quite good. It wasn't in vain that I rushed here first, even before finishing my sword practice, when the Sect Master sent the transmission."

He spoke calmly, yet there was a hint of delight in finding a worthy opponent, as if the Grey-Robed Saint King were not an enemy, but an excellent whetstone that had delivered itself to his doorstep to sharpen his blade.

Seeing that only Ye Guying had appeared, the Grey-Robed Saint King felt slightly more at ease, but this was immediately followed by a surge of humiliated anger at being toyed with.

He carefully sensed Ye Guying's aura and confirmed that he was only at the Late Stage Saint Realm.

He let out a cold laugh. "I thought you had some incredible hidden trump card here, but it turns out to be nothing more than a mere Late Stage Saint Sword Cultivator."

"Today, this seat shall let you know exactly what kind of heavenly chasm lies between a Saint and a Saint King!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a highly condensed grey finger ray, which seemed capable of swallowing light, pierced silently and faster than thought toward Ye Guying's forehead!

This finger strike was born of true fury, containing the genuine Saint King Law, far beyond his previous probing of the space barrier.

Ye Guying's pupils shrank slightly. The sheathed ancient sword he had been holding in his arms rose an inch at the critical moment.

A Sword Intent so sharp it seemed capable of slicing through space collided fiercely with the heavy, decaying grey Saint King Law within inches, annihilating it!

"Chi-la..."

The Void Realm between them was actually torn with several fine black cracks by the clash of these two extreme forces!

Ye Guying remained motionless, but the ground beneath his feet silently turned to dust, and the ancient sword in his arms let out a low hum.

The Grey-Robed Saint King's body swayed slightly, a look of shock appearing in his eyes.

Although he hadn't used his full strength in that finger strike, it should have been enough to heavily injure or even kill an ordinary Peak Saint!

This Sword Cultivator could actually block it using only Sword Intent and an unsheathed sword?!

"Good! What a fine Sword Cultivator! This seat has indeed underestimated you! But if you think you can keep me here with just this, you are still daydreaming!"

"Indeed, it's a bit tricky," Ye Guying said slowly.

And at the moment his voice fell, several equally powerful and familiar Saint auras were rapidly approaching from a distance.

Facing the Saint King's mockery, there was no expression on Ye Guying's face.

"Since I alone am not enough."

He paused, and under the bewildered gazes of the two, he said slowly:

"Then let's have a few more."

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Void Realm to the left rippled, and a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament wearing a pill-patterned robe quietly emerged—the Peak Master of Dan Ding Peak, Li Muran.

"Senior Brother Ye, your evaluation of it being 'a bit tricky' has made me quite eager."

Li Muran smiled, his gaze sweeping over the Grey-Robed Saint as if he were looking at a rare medicinal ingredient.

Almost simultaneously, a breeze blew from the right, and a figure appeared as if out of thin air—the Peak Master of Flying Cloud Peak.

Immediately after, two more figures appeared from behind; they were the Peak Masters of Zhenyue Peak and Sunset Glow Peak.

The Grey-Robed Saint King's expression finally changed completely.

Four more Saints! And judging by their auras, they were definitely not newcomers to this realm; each one gave him a faint sense of threat.

This Azure Profound Sect definitely has a problem!

Before he could even react.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"... One powerful Saint aura after another, like erupting volcanoes that had been dormant, rose into the sky from all directions without warning!

Figures emerged one after another: there were white-haired Elders with wise gazes, excited middle-aged men eager to try their hand, and steady, restrained men with thick auras... One, five, ten, twenty... a total of forty-three!

Including the six Peak Masters who appeared first, such as Shi Wanshan and Ye Guying, there were a total of forty-eight figures radiating majestic Saint might.

Like an inescapable net, they surrounded the two in layers, making it impossible for even a drop of water to pass through!

Forty-eight Saints!

Battle Intent blazed in their eyes, like a pack of wolves that had been hungry for a long time, eyeing two pieces of fat meat that had strayed into their territory.

The entire sealed space was filled and squeezed by these forty-eight Saint auras; the air became as thick as mercury, and the spiritual energy almost solidified!

"No, impossible, impossible—!!!"

The Purple Robe Saint's legs went weak, and he completely panicked.

"In the tiny Xuan Province, the Azure Profound Sect is just a bottom-tier Sect. How can there be so many Saints?!"

"Yun Canghai of the Myriad Law Pavilion told me himself that the highest level in your Azure Profound Sect was only the Heavenly Human Realm!"

"Who exactly are you people, to be lurking in the tiny Azure Profound Sect?!"

"Who are we?"

Shi Wanshan picked his ear and grinned. "We are just ordinary Peak Masters and Elders of the Azure Profound Sect."

"As for why we are Saints..." He shrugged. "Maybe we are just more hardworking, and our luck is pretty good?"

"Bullshit!" The Purple Robe Saint's mentality collapsed, and he spoke without thinking.

"Ordinary Peak Masters and Elders? All Saints? Who are you trying to fool?!"

"Yun Canghai said it himself, the highest is only the Heavenly Human Realm, the Heavenly Human Realm!!!"

He repeated desperately, as if trying to use this information to deny the reality before him that had overturned his perception.

A green-robed old man standing on the outskirts, who looked quite kind, stroked his beard and smiled gently:

"Pavilion Master Yun... his words are just something to listen to; how can you believe them entirely?"

"Pfft—!"

Hearing this, the Purple Robe Saint felt a surge of rage and anxiety, and he actually spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly withering.

He looked at the forty-eight genuine Saint auras around him, feeling the majestic Saint might from them—some thick, some sharp, some ethereal, some heavy—none of which could be faked!

He muttered to himself in a daze, his body shaking like a sieve due to extreme shock and fear.

"The tiny Xuan Province is just a speck of land. Our Supreme Mystery Holy Land rules dozens of provinces in the Eastern Region, with boundless territory and countless subordinate forces. After accumulating for eons, our Saint-level existences, both known and hidden, are barely a hundred, and they are in seclusion all year round."

"This place is just a bottom-tier Sect in a small province, how can there be so many Saints?! This number is almost comparable to the Saint reserves of a Holy Land!"

"Yun Canghai has ruined me! Myriad Law Pavilion has ruined me! What kind of monster is this Azure Profound Sect?!"

His worldview was completely crushed into powder at this moment by this absurd and terrifying scene.

He hated Shi Wanshan, but he hated Yun Canghai of the Myriad Law Pavilion even more for giving him such fatally incorrect information!

The Grey-Robed Saint King could no longer maintain his composure either.

Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Even if more than half of these dozens of people were only at the Early or Middle Stage Saint Realm, the combined power, along with several clearly not weak Late Stage Saint Peak Masters... Even though he was a Middle Stage Saint King, his scalp tingled, and a chill rushed from his spine to the top of his head!

This was a desperate situation! A truly hopeless situation with no way out!

"Before absolute strength, all tricks are futile!"

This sentence now roared in his mind like the most vicious irony.

He looked at the excited gazes around him that were like those of predators watching prey. His throat was dry, and all his thousands of words of regret eventually turned into a most desperate sigh in his heart:

"Damn it, why did I covet that Battle Armor? I shouldn't have waded into these muddy waters!"

Just then, a voice filled with uncontrollable excitement rang out from some corner, instantly igniting the scene:

"Brothers!"

"After waiting so long, the punching bags have finally delivered themselves to our door!"

"What are we waiting for?"

"Charge!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Before the voice even faded, the forty-eight Saint Peak Masters and Elders of the Azure Profound Sect, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, rushed forward like a bursting dam or a pack of sharks smelling blood, carrying a towering Battle Intent.

From all directions, they pounced toward the two lonely, deathly pale figures in the center of the formation!

A brutal, one-sided... Saint gang-beating began.

I've finally finished today's three chapters. I see I still owe everyone two chapters; I'll work hard to see if I can write them today.