707: Chapter 708 The Myriad Immortals Sect Appears!

"Different Daos, no common ground?"

The warm, jade-like smile on Chu Yungui's Face froze and vanished the moment he heard those seven words.

He slowly lowered his hands from behind his back, and those glass-like eyes, once filled with starlight, now held only icy indifference, devoid of any appreciation.

"A good 'different Daos' indeed." Chu Yungui's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it caused the surrounding space to faintly freeze.

"This Saint has walked the Nine Heavens and seen countless Geniuses, many of whom were arrogant and unruly.

But to encounter the likes of you—ignorant, courting death, and treating this Saint's kindness as filth—is a first."

He took a step forward, his moon-white Dao robe fluttering without wind, as the majesty and pressure belonging to a Saint of a top-tier Dao tradition slowly permeated the air.

"This Saint will ask one last time—"

Chu Yungui's gaze was like an ice pick, stabbing at Xiao Ruobai:

"Will you kneel and offer the seal, henceforth receive the protection of my Taixuan Immortal Palace, and step onto the path to the heavens?"

"Or…"

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, like ten-thousand-year-old ice:

"Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, never to be reincarnated."

As the last word fell, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, and even the residual heat of the purple flames in the air was instantly dispelled. This was not a threat, but a sentence.

In the distance, Immortal Emperor Ziyan and the Sword Emperor Wuji heard this, their tense hearts relaxing slightly.

They were most afraid that Xiao Ruobai and the others would be cowardly and agree to Chu Yungui's recruitment.

In that case, not only would their blood feud remain unavenged and the Imperial Dynasty lose Face, but the secret Legacy on these individuals would also fall completely into the hands of the Taixuan Immortal Palace.

Now, this was good; these ants who knew nothing of the vastness of the world actually dared to reject the Face of a Saint from the Taixuan Immortal Palace! They were truly courting death!

Immortal Emperor Ziyan's eyes were filled with a mixture of Killing Intent and glee; he could not wait to see how Chu Yungui would deal with these ignorant wretches.

It would be best if Elder Kurong personally suppressed them, and then... could he perhaps take a share?

Sword Emperor Wuji was also filled with Killing Intent.

The pressure returned entirely to Xiao Ruobai and the other five.

Facing Chu Yungui's ultimatum and the undisguised Killing Intent of the two Immortal Sovereigns, the six stood back-to-back, their Qi connected.

"Prepare to run!" Xiao Ruobai's voice was hoarse yet exceptionally calm as it reached the ears of the five.

Chu Yungui took in the reactions of the five, and the last trace of warmth in his eyes completely vanished, leaving only a high-and-mighty indifference and a hint of displeasure at being offended.

"Stubborn."

He shook his head slightly, as if lamenting a few pieces of porcelain about to be shattered, then turned slightly and said to the Gray-Robed Old Man behind him:

"Elder Ku, since they are unappreciative, then take them down, dead or alive."

"Yes, Saint."

Elder Kurong's hoarse, dry voice resonated.

He slowly raised his head, his Chaos eyes looking calmly at the six people below, Xiao Ruobai and the others.

He slowly raised his right hand, withered like firewood and lined with the wrinkles of time, and was about to gently clench it toward the area where the six were below—

Deep in the Void Realm, within a twisted shadow, Xiao Hei's vertical pupils slowly opened, his eyes as cold as a ten-thousand-year abyss, staring fixedly at Elder Kurong below. A thread of destructive Qi condensed and pulsed at the tip of his claw.

But just as those vertical pupils were about to take action—

His gaze suddenly narrowed, looking in a direction not far from Purple Miasma Mountain.

There, several extremely obscure auras seemed to be tearing through the air at an unimaginable speed.

The coldness in Xiao Hei's vertical pupils subsided, and the destructive Qi condensed on his claw quietly dissipated, eventually vanishing completely into the shadows as if it had never existed.

"Buzz—!"

Just as Elder Kurong's palm was about to clench and Xiao Ruobai and the other five were on the verge of being completely suppressed, at the critical moment—

"When did the people of the Taixuan Immortal Palace sink so low as to only know how to bully the weak and force people to kneel as slaves?"

A clear, cold voice, filled with undisguised sarcasm and arrogance, exploded over the entire battlefield like thunder from the Nine Heavens without warning!

Immediately after, "Chi la—!!!"

A cyan sword light, brilliant to the extreme, as if it could sever the galaxy, tore through the space enveloping Elder Kurong without warning.

Elder Kurong's momentum, which was nearing completion and could easily imprison and crush a Peak Immortal King, was like a balloon pricked by a needle; it instantly vibrated violently and then collapsed with a bang!

"Pfft—!"

Immortal Emperor Ziyan and Sword Emperor Wuji, who were closest, were struck by the backlash of this invisible, collapsing force. They let out muffled groans, their figures swayed, and looks of horror flashed in their eyes simultaneously!

And Xiao Ruobai and the other five felt the terrifying, suffocating pressure around them suddenly loosen. They stumbled back a few steps and looked up in shock at the source of the sword light.

They saw that torn Void Realm rippling like water, forming elegant circles.

Several figures stepped out unhurriedly from the center of the ripples.

The person in the lead, his posture as straight as a green pine on a cliff, wore a simple Azure Cloud Dao robe.

Seemingly plain, yet as he walked, Dao Rhyme flowed naturally, as if he were in harmony with the pulse of heaven and earth. His Face was handsome, a faint mockery playing at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were clear.

His Qi was as vast as the sea, and he was clearly in the Immortal King realm. Furthermore, it was refined and pure to the extreme, with a hint of Dao Rhyme intertwined with Law!

Following him were several figures; their Qi varied in strength, but they all possessed a transcendent temperament unlike anyone else present.

One of them, standing half a step behind the left of the man in the Azure Cloud Dao robe, was a middle-aged Cultivator with a cold Face, clutching an ancient-looking long sword.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if resting, yet his body was surrounded by a sharp Sword Intent capable of severing all things. The cyan sword light that had just torn through Elder Kurong's momentum and stunned the audience had come from him.

His Qi was as deep as an abyss; he was clearly a top-tier Immortal Sovereign!

Another person stood quietly to the right and behind the man in the Azure Cloud Dao robe. His figure was blurred, as if shrouded in a layer of flowing mist, and his Qi was obscure and unfathomable.

Despite Elder Kurong's abilities, when his Divine Thought swept over, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to probe even the slightest depth, causing an indescribable chill to rise involuntarily in one's heart.

"Su Hanzhou... is it you?!"

Chu Yungui's pupils shrank sharply, and the indifference and coldness on his Face were replaced for the first time by a trace of evident solemnity. He almost blurted out the name.

Elder Kurong's calm, Chaos eyes also narrowed slightly the moment he saw the visitor, and the Qi that had been restrained to the extreme unconsciously rose a notch, betraying the fluctuations in his heart.

Su Hanzhou!

This name had become thunderous among the younger generation of the Immortal Domain over the past year!

Originally obscure, he had suddenly emerged a year ago and been named a Saint of the Myriad Immortals Sect.

In the short year since then, he had traveled the Immortal Domain and, with absolute strength, defeated several Saints and Dao Children of top factions!

Among them were many long-renowned, peerless Prodigies, and two were even recognized as monsters with the potential of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, surpassing even Chu Yungui!

Su Hanzhou originally hailed from an ancient super-faction, the Taichu Divine Palace, whose Legacy was unparalleled throughout history. Later, he had received guidance and pointers from the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Silence.

With the supreme essence of both Dao traditions combined, his strength was immense and his Foundation profound, far exceeding that of an ordinary Prodigy.

No one expected that this notorious Saint of the Myriad Immortals Sect would appear in this remote place, on the battlefield of Purple Miasma Mountain.