572: What? Are you all scared?

Zhang Bairui's words were cruel, but also realistic, immediately silencing the other Sect Masters present.

Even the Three Saints of the Golden Crow couldn't help but frown at this moment.

Zhang Bairui daring to ask such a question in front of them would normally be suicidal.

But now it was different; at this moment, Saint Jin Yang would certainly not attack him.

After all, an Immortal Realm Cultivator was no small fighting force, and killing him was naturally out of the question.

If he were killed, what would the others say?

To put it bluntly, this was not a provocation, but a fact laid bare.

Moreover, Zhang Bairui didn't deliberately single out Mo Qi too obviously; instead, he brought her up alongside Shen Tianxing, which made him appear more cautious and genuinely concerned for everyone.

"What, are you all scared?"

Saint Fen Yang, however, was somewhat displeased; even when he couldn't act, he still had to admonish these people.

One Shen Tianxing was already difficult enough to deal with, let alone adding Mo Qi, who had lived for over thirty thousand years; it was only human nature.

Especially Mo Qi, who, thirty thousand years ago, dealt with the Three Saints of the Golden Crow as if it were child's play!

Dan Wuxing and the others remained silent; they couldn't respond to that.

It was also a fact; saying they were scared was an exaggeration, but they were certainly apprehensive, as the power gap was quite significant.

"I understand your concerns."

"However, this is not a major issue; you only need to be prepared."

"When the crucial moment arrives, Shen Tianxing and Mo Qi are nothing; someone will naturally deal with them."

"What I want you to do is to leave everyone around Shen Tianxing behind, ensuring that not a single person can escape."

"This, I think, should not be difficult for you."

Saint Jin Yang's words already carried a hint of coldness; if this wasn't possible, then there was a problem with their attitude.

There wouldn't even be a need to wait to deal with Shen Tianxing; Saint Jin Yang would kill him on the spot!

The Sect Masters present were not fools; how could they not hear such an obvious threat?

However, they dared not resist.

Going against the Three Saints of the Golden Crow was a dead end, a fact that had been proven over tens of thousands of years.

"Saint, rest assured, we will do our utmost to ensure that none of Shen Tianxing's people escape!"

Cheng Ziyuan immediately expressed his stance, and the other Sect Masters naturally wouldn't stand there foolishly, quickly agreeing.

The Golden Crow Saint nodded; he was very satisfied with this answer.

"Since you know what to do, then each of you may withdraw. Three days later, a net will be cast over the Sea of Despair; I want Shen Tianxing and Mo Qi, and everyone associated with them, to be caught in one fell swoop!"

The Golden Crow Saint's voice carried a hint of Killing Intent.

Cheng Ziyuan and the others all felt a chill run through their bodies, and they all agreed... The Sea of Despair is one of the Nine Great Forbidden Seas.

Xuantian City was actually built relying on the Sea of Despair, but between the two, there was also a mountain range separating them.

However, for Cultivators, this mountain range was nothing; crossing it would only take a few breaths.

Three days passed like a fleeting white colt, gone in a flash.

In the mountain range in front of the Sea of Despair, there were now figures of Cultivators everywhere.

The battlefield for the Contest of the Imperial Son would certainly not be held in Xuantian City; after all, Cultivators who could participate in the Contest of the Imperial Son were all masters above the eighth stage of the Golden Body Realm, and their destructive power, once their cultivation was fully unleashed, would surely be earth-shattering, capable of shattering a million li of mountains and rivers in an instant!

Fighting in Xuantian City was impractical.

The Sea of Despair became the best battlefield.

Within a thousand li radius, it was considered the outermost periphery of the Sea of Despair, and it would not disturb the sea creatures or Yao Beasts in the sea area.

Immortal Realm Cultivators could fully unleash their power here.

Unless they were unlucky enough to encounter powerful Yao Beasts entering this sea area, holding the Contest of the Imperial Son in the Sea of Despair was the most suitable option.

On the azure sea, platforms stood tall, with the Sect forces that had come to participate in this Contest of the Imperial Son seated upon them.

Among them, besides the Meteorite Sect and the Ten Immortal Great Sects in the most prominent positions, other powerful Sects also had their own places.

The battlefield was this sea area.

The so-called Contest of the Imperial Son had no rules; all participating experts would fight here, and the last one remaining would be considered to have won the position of Imperial Son.

This method was simple and brutal, without many rules or restrictions.

But it also precisely demonstrated that the one who could ultimately seize the position of Imperial Son was the strongest!

As for talent?

Those who were truly talented would not lose here; otherwise, even with talent, they might not survive.

And all the experts who could participate in the Contest of the Imperial Son were from the younger generation, each capable of reaching the Golden Body Realm before the age of one hundred, otherwise, they wouldn't even have the qualifications to participate.

This was a strict condition, and also a way to prove talent.

At this moment, by the Sea of Despair, countless Cultivators watched the various Sect Big Bosss sitting in the prominent positions, all incredibly excited.

These Immortal Realm Cultivators were not always visible; normally, such experts were all in seclusion Cultivating, or going to some Jedi to Cultivate, and would not wander around.

And the people standing beside these Big Bosss were naturally the Cultivators participating in this Contest of the Imperial Son.

Among them, on one platform, dozens of Cultivators were seated, particularly attracting attention.

These Cultivators were very young and powerful, and what was noteworthy was their Sects.

They were all Disciples of what were once Immortal Great Sects of the Four Domains; if it were in the past, their arrival with their Sects would certainly be met with widespread adoration.

But now, they no longer had that privilege.

The Four Domains Immortal Great Sects had long become history; except for Dianxing Academy, all had been destroyed by Shen Tianxing.

This group of young Cultivators could be considered the last seedlings of those Immortal Great Sects.

"Are there so many Cultivators participating in this Contest of the Imperial Son? In the past, only ten Emperor's Companions could participate."

"Times have changed; ten Emperor's Companions were chosen only once every ten thousand years, with one Genius appearing every thousand years, ultimately leading to the Contest of the Imperial Son, but now those people have long passed away, and the grass on their graves must be several zhang high."

"The Three Saints had no choice but to relax the conditions, which also gives other Sects an opportunity."

"It's truly tragic; only a few people are left from the former Immortal Great Sects. I wonder if Shen Tianxing will strike again and wipe them all out if he sees them? That would truly be cutting the weeds at the roots!"

"Who knows? However, I think if Shen Tianxing truly dares to come this time, it won't be so easy for him to escape. Think about the battle thirty thousand years ago; there were Heaven and Earth Sealing King Realm powerhouses descending from the Inner Domain. Facing such powerhouses, a mere Shen Tianxing? Nothing to fear!"