Two cold figures appeared in the sky above this world.
It was a man and a woman.
The man was shirtless, his muscles coiled with power. A sharp light surged in his eyes, like a tempestuous sea.
The woman wore an ancient beast-hide skirt. Her wheat-colored skin looked robust, and her slightly curled, golden hair cascaded to her waist, exuding an enchanting beauty.
These two were siblings. They had been famous warriors among the Yi Clan for many years. Their bloodline strength was astoundingly formidable. Though they were only at the early stage of Saint Manifestation, together, the siblings could defeat an ordinary Saint at the middle stage.
Their ultimate feat was escaping from the grasp of an Ancient Clan powerhouse who was at the late stage of Saint Manifestation. Their accomplishnt made them famous overnight.
They stood tall in the void. Terrifying Mana crashed around them like an ocean, warping space itself.
Yi Mie’s voice was icy as she stared at Wang Xiu. "Where did this ignorant brat co from, daring to trespass on our Yi Clan’s territory?"
Her brother Yi Shan looked down at Wang Xiu indifferently, as if a deity presiding over life and death, and said calmly, "It doesn’t matter who you are. Now that you’ve co, you won’t be leaving. If I were you, I wouldn’t bother struggling. Spare yourself the pain!"
Wang Xiu slowly lifted his eyes to et theirs.
His gaze was calm, yet it made their hearts clench. It was like staring into a lifeless sea—his indifference and ruthlessness unnerved them, making them feel as if he were looking at two corpses.
Yi Shan’s brow twitched.
How strange. The young man before them only exhibited the Cultivation Level of the Out-of-Body Realm. How could he make them both feel so uneasy?
"Over twenty years ago, in the Savage Wilderness, many of your Yi Clan joined forces to hunt down a young girl," Wang Xiu said calmly. "Afterward, you pursued her relentlessly, driving her and her friends into a forbidden land within the wilderness! You should still rember that, correct?"
As soon as he finished speaking, their expressions shifted.
Of course, they rembered! For all these years, their Yi Clan had been ridiculed by various forces, both overtly and covertly, all because of that one battle!
A grand Ancient Clan with a heritage spanning countless years had let several fledglings escape their grasp. In the end, they could only drive them into a forbidden land. They were unable to capture them alive, unable to kill them with their own hands! What a humiliation!
Yi Mie’s slender eyes radiated a chill. "Are you a remnant of Sanqing?"
Yi Shan’s voice grew even colder. "You people from Sanqing are all the sa. You were reckless then, and you’re even more audacious now, daring to provoke us at our own doorstep! Very well. Since you’ve delivered yourself to us... I will be rciful and send you to join them!"
[Ding!]
[Detected soone boasting nearby. Congratulations to the Host for receiving Mana 1,555!]
The mont he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slamd it down.
Countless runes flickered. The vast power of heaven and earth converged from all directions, forming a world within his palm, complete with mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars. Rich with the Dao, an endless might crushed down on Wang Xiu.
The surrounding buildings disintegrated into ash in an instant. The void shattered. The might of a Saint was terrifying, capable of changing the heavens and the earth with a re grasp.
Wang Xiu kept one hand behind his back, his expression unchanging. He took a step, the void twisted, and he instantly vanished.
The world within the palm struck empty air.
"What?" Yi Shan’s expression changed. His Saint’s Divine Sense enveloped the entire world, yet he hadn’t detected how Wang Xiu had disappeared.
SWISH!
In a flash, Wang Xiu appeared right in front of Yi Shan.
He raised a hand and reached for Yi Shan’s throat. No divine light flickered on it. It looked like an ordinary hand making an ordinary grab, but it brought imnse pressure to bear on Yi Shan. It felt like a cage forged from the heavens and the earth.
He shifted his footing, continuously teleporting through the void. One mont he appeared in the sky, the next among the ruins, and then beside a pond. In the blink of an eye, he had switched locations over a hundred tis.
But the hand only drew closer, impossible to avoid.
"Damn it!" Cold sweat beaded on Yi Shan’s brow. Only then did he realize this person was anything but ordinary. He had underestimated his opponent.
He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air. A large bow radiating silver light appeared. Its saintly might was pervasive. A silvery-white holy light, as cold and pure as moonlight, shone with undisguised sharpness. Everything it illuminated beca transparent, as if covered in bone-chilling frost.
This was his Lifebound Sacred Artifact, bound to his very existence. Its power was boundless. No fewer than a handful of Saints had died by this bow.
The bow was life itself to the people of the Yi Clan. This Saint had lived for countless years. His combat experience naturally far surpassed that of any Yi Clan prodigy Wang Xiu had ever encountered.
With his bow in hand, even with the youth right in front of him, he was confident he could take his opponent’s life in an instant.
However, before his fingers could even touch the bowstring to use the Yi Clan’s secret archery combat techniques, the unblemished hand reaching for his throat suddenly flipped. It changed from a grab to a pinch, and then with a flick of a finger, he tapped Yi Shan’s bow.
How steady was the hand of a Yi Clan mber holding a bow? It was a steadiness honed through countless battles. Even if the sky fell and the earth sundered, the bow in his hand would not tremble in the slightest.
But at this mont, he couldn’t hold it steady. The youth’s seemingly light flick carried an unimaginably imnse force, as if a star had collided with his bow.
The terrifying power surged from the bow like a tide, spreading up Yi Shan’s arm. His left arm, the one holding the bow, began to tremble violently, beyond his control.
Runes on the bow’s body flickered and shifted, its energy fluctuating wildly. The runes themselves trembled as the Holy Artifact’s consciousness tried to resist the force, but all the holy light it summoned was extinguished in a flash. It was like a prairie fire doused by a once-in-a-century torrential downpour.
The trembling grew stronger, and in an instant, it reached an unimaginable degree.
CRACK!
Yi Shan’s left hand exploded. The runes on the Sacred Silver Bow dimd, and it fell from the sky.
Yi Shan, whose life was bound to the artifact, turned deathly pale. He vomited a mouthful of golden saintly blood and plumted from the sky.
Dead silence! This entire world fell into a dead silence.
What took long to describe happened in an instant. The confrontation between Wang Xiu and Yi Shan had lasted less than two breaths. To an onlooker, it was over in the ti it took to turn one’s head. The long-renowned Yi Shan had been defeated.
No! This could hardly be called a battle. It was a complete curb-stomp! In a single exchange, before Yi Shan could even draw his bow, he had been utterly defeated!
Even his Holy Artifact had been severely damaged.
Yi Mie, standing to the side, hadn’t even had ti to react.
Only when Yi Shan began to fall did she realize her brother had lost!
"You... how is this possible?" Her beautiful, enchanting slender eyes were now wide with disbelief. Her ample chest heaved rapidly, the beast-hide skirt barely containing it.
But she had no ti to worry about such things. A chill ran down her spine.
Staring at the peerlessly graceful youth before her, she asked again, "Who... who in the world are you?"
Wang Xiu turned to look at her and said calmly, "Wang Xiu, of Sanqing."
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