125: Chapter 125 Did I let you leave?

"Hmm?" Sensing the gaze of Saint Peng Huai, Lv Zi stepped forward, shielding the others behind him.

Saint Tianyuan also stepped forward to block the middle. "Fellow Daoist Peng, there is no need to lower yourself to the level of these Juniors, is there?"

"Fellow Daoist Tianyuan, move aside!" Saint Peng Huai clearly did not intend to give him Face. "That brat obviously still has secrets, and only these few little ones might know them!"

"Senior Peng Huai..." Lv Zi cupped his hands toward Saint Peng Huai.

Before he could even finish speaking, his body was restrained and he was tossed aside. "This has nothing to do with you!"

"What do you want?" Chen Ping's gaze was like a sword, devoid of any fear.

Saint Peng Huai had no intention of conversing with the ants in his eyes, so he casually pointed a finger.

A strand of spiritual energy immediately transformed into a rope and lashed out to bind them.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A white sword shadow and a purple Thunder Hammer appeared in an instant, erupting with intense light as they collided with the rope.

Chen Ping and Shi Hao both stumbled back three steps, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

However, the group of Saints all shuddered, looking at the two in astonishment.

In mid-air, the spiritual energy rope had already been shattered by their combined efforts.

"As expected, the Disciples of a pervert are not normal people either!"

"How is this possible? This Golden Great Era is simply too outrageous..."

Saint Peng Huai's pupils constricted slightly. Although it was just a casual strike from him, it shouldn't have been something two Cultivators in the Dao Integration Realm could block.

His gaze locked onto the Innate Sword Embryo in front of Chen Ping and the purple Thunder Hammer in Shi Hao's hands, a flash of greed appearing in his eyes.

"Interesting!" A cold sneer played on his lips as he shot a surge of spiritual energy, more than ten times stronger, toward them.

This time, it wasn't to bind them, but to kill!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Saint Peng Huai and threw a punch, instantly shattering the spiritual energy.

"Revered Master!"

"Revered Master!"

"Brother Lin!"

...

Chen Ping, Shi Hao, and the others shouted excitedly.

Lin Bei turned around and nodded at them, then looked at Saint Peng Huai, his eyes filled with cold light. "You want to kill my Disciple?"

"Ding! Death-seeking behavior successfully identified! Rank: Advanced!"

Lin Bei's eyes lit up; this feeling was truly wonderful!

"And if I do, what of it?" Saint Peng Huai suppressed his inner shock. "Kid, how are you unscathed?"

Lin Bei nodded, ignoring him further, and looked at Saint Tianyuan, who was still in a state of astonishment.

"Senior, I am truly sorry. This Junior was just so curious about this space jade marrow that I couldn't help but take it to look at!"

As he spoke, four pieces of space jade marrow appeared in his hand, and he tossed them toward Saint Tianyuan.

"This..." Saint Tianyuan accepted them blankly, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

The other Saints were also dumbfounded. What the hell? Risking his life just because he was curious and wanted to take a look?

Seeing Lin Bei hand over the space jade marrow, the dozen or so Saints who had been eyeing them covetously quietly returned to their own tables.

Lin Bei watched this scene silently, not stopping them.

"Hmph!" Saint Peng Huai snorted coldly, finding it difficult to pursue the matter further.

"Did I let you leave?"

Just as he turned around, a cold voice rang out.

It immediately caused an uproar in the trial square.

"Is... is he crazy? This time he is openly provoking a Saint!"

"It's not impossible; after all, he was just hit by the attacks of over a dozen Saints! Maybe his brain got scrambled..."

"Perhaps he is destined to die today after all..."

...

"Hmm?" Saint Peng Huai stopped in his tracks and looked at Lin Bei. "Do you want to die?"

"Die?" A cold sneer curled on Lin Bei's lips. "I look forward to it!"

After saying this, he charged directly at Saint Peng Huai.

"Tianyuan, you saw it; this time you cannot blame me!"

Everyone below the Saint Realm is an ant. Provoked so brazenly by Lin Bei, Saint Peng Huai showed nothing on the surface, but in reality, he was burning with rage and struck without mercy!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The two clashed instantly.

"How is this possible!" The Saints at the tables in the sky stood up one by one, watching this unbelievable scene.

They saw that although Lin Bei was retreating steadily under Saint Peng Huai's fierce onslaught, he did not sustain a single injury.

One must know that Saint Peng Huai was a Middle Stage Saint expert; even among them, there were few who could last twenty rounds.

Saint Peng Huai's shock grew with every strike. "What exactly is your cultivation? Are you also a Saint?!"

"That's not right either; your attack power doesn't seem to reach Saint-Grade!"

He refused to believe even if it killed him that the other party was truly at the Late Spirit Refinement Stage!

Lin Bei did not speak, his lips curled in a cold sneer.

The opponent was a metal-element Cultivator. After the dual weakening from the Chaos Body and his metal-element resistance, only one percent of the damage remained, making it difficult to cause him any harm.

However, without bringing out an extreme dao imperial weapon, it was indeed difficult for him to cause damage to a Saint.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for hundreds of rounds and gradually moved away from the Sacred Heart Mansion plaza.

The people in the plaza were almost speechless.

"He... he..."

"He... is he still human?"

"Maybe... maybe he is a Saint?"

Saint Peng Huai grew angrier the more he fought. "Did you Cultivate the technique of the Turtle Clan? You only know how to tank but not how to fight?"

Lin Bei's lips curled up. "Do you know my Dao title?"

"Dao title?" Saint Peng Huai was stunned. What is the meaning of saying this at a time like this?

"My name is... Perfected Self-Detonation!"

As soon as the words left his lips, the Supreme Self-Detonation was unleashed!

"Rumble!!!" The explosive pressure, which seemed capable of crushing the entire Sacred Heart Mansion, erupted.

"Argh..." Fear appeared in Saint Peng Huai's eyes. He could feel that this was a domineering power sufficient to destroy him.

Saint Tianyuan's expression changed drastically. He pointed a finger toward the sky and simultaneously shouted toward the distant tower, "Everyone, assist me!"

Instantly, eight beams of light shot out from the tower and, combined with Saint Peng Huai's spiritual energy, formed a cage, firmly sealing the shockwave caused by the explosion inside.

A full hour later, everything finally dissipated.

The cage was completely empty.

"Is... is Saint Peng Huai dead?" After a brief silence, one Saint spoke tremblingly.

"Gulp! Was... was that a self-detonation?" Another person asked with deep suspicion.

Saint Tianyuan looked at the sky and took a long time to recover his senses.

"What was Young Friend Lin trying to achieve? There was no need to resort to self-detonation, was there?"

Niu Ren, Feng Xiaoyao, and the others looked at each other, feeling almost numb.

"Brother Lin, this time..."

"This time it was a self-detonation!" Feng Xiaoyao exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Shut up!" Chen Ping and Shi Hao glared at him simultaneously.

Saint Tianyuan sighed for a long time before looking down. "There have been too many accidents in this Sacred Heart trial; I will not pursue how you obtained your sacred heart token!"

"Now, those of you who have a sacred heart token, take them out; you are permitted to join the Sacred Heart Mansion!"

Hearing this, many Cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. They had been worried that the sacred heart token they had bought for one thousand fangyuan would not be recognized by the Sacred Heart Mansion.

Soon, one Cultivator after another took out their sacred heart token.

Inside a dim pavilion, Lin Bei's figure gradually materialized.

"Heh! To think I resurrected directly again. Is the probability of this Boundless Profound Method really only thirty percent?"

After Lin Bei muttered to himself, he suddenly felt several gazes gathering on him.