Wang Xie's gaze was like a malicious crane's stare, seemingly capable of seeing through a person.
As the Saint Heir of the Casting Crane Lineage, his strength was undeniably formidable.
"Wang Xie is going to suffer," the other Saint Heirs and Saintesses from various lineages watched with interest.
Saintess Qing chuckled, "Wang Xie has always been arrogant, it's good for him to experience a setback."
Though they hadn't directly faced Xu Zii, the strength he had just demonstrated already surpassed theirs.
A single slash forced the Pan Peach Tree to abandon its Pan Peaches.
At least, they couldn't achieve such a feat.
"That said, this guy probably isn't a disciple of our Yao Pond," soone remarked.
"Most likely not. With the Pan Peach Holy eting approaching, it seems to be getting more lively," another comnted with a laugh.
...
anwhile, on the other side, as Wang Xie's powerful aura erupted.
His eyes sparkled with lightning.
He said with a light tone, "Wang Ya, this matter doesn't concern you.
If you dare intervene, you'll bear the consequences yourself."
Wang Xie brought his palms together, then slowly parted them, revealing a slender beam of light between his hands.
Upon closer examination, this light turned out to be a spear.
The spear god seed to be cast from bronze, exuding an ancient aura.
On the spear shaft, a misty green crane continuously morphed into various postures.
"It's the Tyrant Crane Spear, the Lineage Relic of the Casting Crane Lineage," soone from the audience remarked.
"I didn't expect the Casting Crane Lineage to hand this spear over to Wang Xie so soon."
"It's only natural since Wang Xie is the leader among this generation of disciples," Zhao Qiuyi replied calmly.
The Innate Zero-Degree Sword in her hand was equally formidable.
As the Saint Heirs and Saintesses, they largely represented the future of their lineages.
With enormous authority.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be qualified to wager the Pan Peach Holy eting slots.
...…
Wang Ya was about to speak further.
But Xu Zii lightly patted her shoulder.
"Enough, there's nothing worth saying to him, just another dead soul under the blade."
"Arrogant," hearing Xu Zii's boastful words, Wang Xie coldly snorted heavily.
Without another word, he thrust forward with the spear in his hand.
A powerful force burst from the spear shaft, piercing through the surrounding void.
Such power from a casual thrust.
Yet Xu Zii rely reached out and caught the spearhead in his palm.
A mighty force annihilated everything.
Wang Xie's expression shifted slightly; grasping the spear felt like sinking into a quagmire.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn't free it.
"You do have so skill, no wonder you're so arrogant," Wang Xie remarked coolly.
His aura grew increasingly intense, as if the entire gun's green crane was about to be activated.
However, at the mont he tried to struggle free, Xu Zii suddenly released his grip.
The imnse inertia sent Wang Xie flying backward.
Soone nearby couldn't hold back a laugh.
As Wang Ya was propelled backward, she ended up sprawled awkwardly, her head oddly wedged between her legs.
The disciples of the Casting Crane Lineage quickly rushed over to help Wang Xie to his feet.
"Get away, all of you!" Wang Xie angrily brushed them off, glaring at Xu Zii, humiliated and infuriated.
His eyes seed to burn with fury.
"You're dead," he spat out each word through gritted teeth.
At that mont, a radiant azure light burst from his body, shooting straight into the sky.
The humiliation he'd suffered under so many onlookers, only by vanquishing Xu Zii could this sha be undone.
Amidst the soaring azure light, a teal crane soared forth.
With a single open of its beak, it devoured the nature's spiritual energy as if swallowing a whale.
Soon afterward, the crane transford into a beam of azure light, pouring into the Tyrant Crane Spear in Wang Xie's hand.
The spear's power grew overwhelmingly potent, vast as an ocean.
Wang Xie's form beca enveloped in azure, coalescing into a suit of armor.
"Attack," he bellowed, spear aloft, as the embodint of a spear god descending to earth, imnse power crashing like a tidal wave.
"Boom, boom."
Wang Xie thrust his spear, piercing the void as the spear tip transford into an azure long crane.
The long crane flapped its wings, its sharp blade intent tearing through everything in its path.
Xu Zii wielded the Tyrant Shadow Curved Blade with a deflecting motion, the blade's formidable intent roaring forth to suppress all.
Blade and spear collided, with the long crane's claw pressing down on the Tyrant Shadow, intent on devouring it.
However, the mighty blade intent on the Tyrant Shadow obliterated the teal crane with apocalyptic force.
With a "bang,"
The long spear was knocked flying by a single slash.
And Wang Xie's figure was also sent tumbling backward.
Despite quickly releasing the spear, the overwhelming force still slamd him to the ground.
Wang Xie lifted his head, his gaze filled with shock.
His hands trembled incessantly as if a trendous power had crushed his entire arm.
Moreover, when he looked at the Tyrant Crane Spear, the crane's ethereal image was dispersed by a single blow.
"Who...who are you?" Wang Xie asked hurriedly.
Even though he felt an intense desire to kill, sothing felt distinctly wrong.
"The one who'll kill you," Xu Zii, holding the Tyrant Shadow in hand, strode forward unrelentingly.
His gait resembled the footsteps of Death God.
"You...stay away!" Wang Xie's complexion drastically changed as he struggled to rise.
Glancing around at the others, he shouted, "What are you all gawking at? Hurry up and save !"
Those around exchanged glances.
So wanted to save Wang Xie, but were deterred by Xu Zii's imposing presence, hesitant to take action.
"If I die and you, my compatriots, stand by and do nothing, you think you'll be spared the bla?" Wang Xie shouted again.
A few Saint Heirs and Saintesses shook their heads.
"Looks like we can't just stand by," Shen Hongrong remarked with a wry smile.
Even though everyone belonged to different lineages, they were all disciples of Yao Pond.
Standing by and doing nothing would seem unjustifiable.
Especially since an Elder of the Casting Crane Lineage served as the Law Enforcent Elder, this matter couldn't easily be left unresolved.
"To intervene, we need the strength to do so," Saintess Qing laughed.
Even if they joined forces, their strength likely wouldn't be a match for Xu Zii.
After the Pan Peach Tree incident, everyone had gained a basic understanding of Xu Zii's strength.
"Without sufficient strength, there's nothing more we can do," Shen Hongrong replied.
It was evident that the Casting Crane Lineage wasn't very popular in Yao Pond.
With Shen Hongrong's words, everyone understood.
The so-called intervention was rely a formality, appeasing the Casting Crane Lineage—a token gesture.
Obviously, if we aren't at par, there's no point in courting death.
"I just so happen to want to spar with him too," Zhao Jinwu comnted nearby.
He considered himself among the strongest in Yao Pond, but there are always higher mountains and stronger people.
He also wanted to test the gap between himself and those outside.
By this point, they had all reached Xu Zii's side.
Saintess Qing chuckled, "This gentleman, we an no offense, but we must intervene.
We ask for your understanding."
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