The most critical problem is that the Hundred Sons Battlefield is indeed extraordinary. The Spiritual Energy remaining between Heaven and Earth is extrely sparse, and even the Divine Sense is restricted, which can be said to indirectly suppress everyone’s cultivation.
"Divine Son of Destruction?"
Suddenly, a voice ca from afar, and a young man was seen walking towards Ye Xuan, his face showing an expression of pleasant surprise.
"Divine Son, Wan’an, it seems we are truly fated to be sent to the sa place."
The young man appeared exceptionally valiant, having opened six Heavenly Gates. Although he was not a Supre Daoist heir, he was clearly a figure of a Saint Child level from a great sect.
"And you are...?" Ye Xuan asked with a slight frown.
"I am An Ran, the Saint Heir of Chaos Heaven Great Sect. It’s an honor to be transported here together with the Divine Son. If the Divine Son is willing, we could join forces, which would provide us with an added assurance," An Ran the Saint Heir hopefully extended an invitation.
"Is the Hundred Sons Battlefield that dangerous?"
Ye Xuan asked in doubt, because he found that except for so Fierce Beasts, the forest held no dangerous entities.
"The Divine Son may not be aware, but those participating in the Hundred Sons Battlefield are all competing for the Supre positions, and aside from the younger generation, there are also many older Immortal Realm cultivators who have no hope for the Supre positions, entering instead to clear the way for others."
"The Divine Son’s cultivation reaches the heavens, while mine is modestly decent. If we join forces, we shouldn’t fear these old Immortal Realm threats," An Ran the Saint Heir said.
"I see now." Ye Xuan slowly nodded.
Clearly, these older Immortal Realm cultivators had extrely high cultivation, but they had reached a standstill, with no hope of ever advancing to half-step Supre Powers, let alone the so-called Supre positions.
They were sent into the Hundred Sons Battlefield, first to clear the obstacles for their sect’s Divine Sons, and second to protect these Saint Heirs and Divine Sons.
This is the foundation of the Supre Daoist and the many great sects. While it seems unfair to other young loose cultivators, there has never been fairness in this world; only the strong make the rules.
"Divine Son, with your perception clear, the mountain range we are in extends over a million miles. Our Divine Sense is restricted, and our cultivation is suppressed by the Hundred Sons Battlefield. I believe that aside from the two of us, others must have been transported here as well. We could join hands to hunt them down, reducing many competitors in the process."
An Ran the Saint Heir expressed sincere intentions, unknowingly arriving at Ye Xuan’s side, his face still sporting a gentle smile, giving off an impression of being harmless to humans and animals alike.
"That sounds reasonable." Ye Xuan slowly nodded.
"Then you just go and die."
Boom!
Suddenly, the previously gentle smile on An Ran the Saint Heir’s face disappeared, replaced by an excited and ferocious killing intent. A Soul Destruction Cone appeared in his hand, viciously and swiftly aiming to stab Ye Xuan’s heart.
At such a close range, anyone else wouldn’t have been able to dodge, especially since An Ran the Saint Heir had been brewing this attack for a long ti. The Soul Destruction Cone in his hand was a particularly pernicious weapon, capable of scattering the soul with a re scratch of the skin.
But who was Ye Xuan?
Setting aside Ye Xuan’s cultivation as it was.
When it ca to a cunning and ruthless heart full of sches, An Ran the Saint Heir was simply a minor character encountering a Great Witch. Ye Xuan was a progenitor of deviousness.
Clang!
A pair of jade-like fingers gently caught the Soul Destruction Cone, the gaze through the Ghost Face Mask cold and contemptuous.
"How is this possible?" An Ran the Saint Heir was shocked, desperately trying to retract the Soul Destruction Cone from Ye Xuan’s hand, yet finding it impossible.
"You are truly foolish, attacking without knowing my cultivation. Even if I don’t kill you, you’ll never make it out of this mountain range alive, given your incompetence."
Crack!
Ye Xuan’s fingers burst with terrifying force, breaking the Soul Destruction Cone into two pieces. The next mont, Ye Xuan raised his five fingers high, slamming them down towards An Ran the Saint Heir.
"I’ll fight you to the end!"
Rumble!
With a roar, the six Heavenly Gates operated mightily, as An Ran the Saint Heir launched the Chaos Sky Technique. He didn’t hope to defeat Ye Xuan, only to push him back and then quickly escape the area.
Alas, An Ran the Saint Heir had underestimated, not understanding whom he had encountered.
Bam!
Crack!
"Ah!"
A piercing scream echoed from An Ran the Saint Heir, his Chaos Sky Technique shattered by a strike from Ye Xuan. His entire body was sent flying, the six Heavenly Gates behind him suffering terrifying cracks.
Boom—boom—boom!
Ye Xuan strolled towards him, the entire mountain shaking with thunderous vibrations, his gaze through the Ghost Face Mask fierce and rciless.
"Spare , Divine Son, spare ..."
An Ran the Saint Heir, his body cracking, blood constantly spilling from his mouth, lay limp like a dead dog on the ground. He repeatedly kicked his legs backward, his face awash with regret and dread.
"One must be self-aware. Since you dared to enter the Hundred Sons Battlefield, you should have been prepared to die. Begging for your life so pathetically—isn’t that laughable?" Ye Xuan said with a faint smile.
"Divine Son, it’s my eyes failing to recognize Mount Tai. Please spare my life, I truly don’t want to die."
Faced with death, An Ran the Saint Heir was utterly terrified, continuously kowtowing to Ye Xuan pleading for rcy, exuding an air of humility and pitifulness.
"I could spare your life, but what will you offer in exchange for it?" Ye Xuan asked with interest.
"Divine Son, this is all my wealth, containing a large amount of Chaos Spirit Essence and various Holy Pills, even my cultivation techniques are in it. I only ask that the Divine Son spare my life."
An Ran the Saint Heir hurriedly took out the Qiankun Bag, offering it with both hands towards Ye Xuan, utterly humbled.
"Not bad, you know your place."
Ye Xuan nodded in satisfaction, reaching out to take the Qiankun Bag, but the situation abruptly changed in the next mont.
"You can go to hell now."
Boom!
Face contorted with cruelty, An Ran the Saint Heir, as soon as Ye Xuan accepted the Qiankun Bag, flipped his hand and pulled out another Soul Destruction Cone, this ti stabbing it directly at Ye Xuan’s heart.
"Hahaha."
"Let’s see if you die this ti?"
He laughed wildly, but as he laughed, his expression froze, for the Soul Destruction Cone aid at Ye Xuan was breaking apart, failing to pierce Ye Xuan’s heart.
While Ye Xuan looked at him with disdain, the Qiankun Bag toyed within his grip.
"In the face of absolute power, all sches and plots are minor leagues. And you’re far lacking, I’ll send you off."
Ye Xuan sneered lightly, raising his five fingers and slamming them downwards to suppress An Ran the Saint Heir.
"No!"
This strike from Ye Xuan utterly plunged him into despair, for he had no way to resist, leaving death as the only outco.
Bam!
The heavens and earth exploded, blood rain splattered, and under An Ran’s heartrending cry of despair, his entire being shattered into a sky full of blood mist, as dead as dead can be.
"Collect!"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan flipped his hand, revealing a Treasure Gourd. He uncorked it and tipped it downward, unleashing a terrifying suction, collecting all the blood energy into the gourd.
As the saying goes, even a mosquito becos at eventually.
No matter what, An Ran the Saint Heir had opened six Heavenly Gates, and wasting this cultivation would truly be a pity.
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