Lu Yuan's voice was not loud, and his eyes revealed not the slightest trace of emotion.
Yet to the ears of the Ji clan, it sounded entirely different. They could tell that his words carried an unquestionable intent to kill.
Instantly, the expressions of the Ji Clan Third Ancestor and the others twisted in horror, and they scrambled backward in unison. Two Grotto-Heaven Immortals from the Eternal Clan had already been slain.
They knew all too well that he was not joking with them. Having spoken those words, he truly intended to wipe them out completely.
"You dare!" the Ji Clan Third Ancestor snapped after a momentary daze. He knew full well Lu Yuan possessed the strength to back it up, but as someone who had weathered great storms, he forced himself to stay composed despite the panic rising in his chest. Staring at Lu Yuan, he declared, "An Immortal of Creation from my clan is already on the way! I admit you are formidable—perhaps even invincible within the Grotto-Heaven Realm.
"Yet there is always a higher mountain. Doing this will place you irreconcilably against my Ji clan!"
"You talk too much," Lu Yuan said, shaking his head. He had no interest in listening to nonsense. Taking a stride forward, the golden blood vitality within him surged violently.
He had heard such threats far too many times; nearly every time he killed someone, they sang the same tune. The Ji clan in particular was not uttering this for the first time, and he truly had no patience left to wait for the old man to finish.
Power erupted from within his body, sending out staggering shockwaves of aura. Before anyone could react, he struck without hesitation.
Beneath his punch, time itself seemed to freeze. The Ji Clan Third Ancestor and the others had no means to resist.
Before they could even endure for a single breath, their bodies shattered. The disparity was simply too vast. A moment earlier, Lu Yuan had withstood a siege by more than a dozen Grotto-Heaven Immortals without breaking a sweat, let alone now. In merely an instant, the three Ji clan Grotto-Heaven Immortals disintegrated without putting up the slightest fight.
Their souls were subsequently obliterated as well, leaving them utterly and completely dead.
Throughout it all, Lu Yuan remained just as unmoved as before, his thoughts rippling with not a single wave. He had already executed the Divine Sons of both clans—why would he care about a few more lives?
The two sides had long become like fire and water, with no room left for reconciliation. Under such circumstances, he naturally showed no mercy, killing whenever killing was due.
By this point, there was nothing left for him to fear. Without another word, Lu Yuan turned his gaze toward the other Grotto-Heaven Immortals who had previously besieged him.
"Do you intend to cut us down as well?" one of them asked. Though his voice sounded calm on the surface, he was inwardly unnerved. Five Grotto-Heaven Immortals had already fallen—and from two peak factions at that. How could the rest possibly maintain their composure?
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan merely shook his head.
"We were merely competing as rivals. If you withdraw, I will not pursue the matter."
He was no bloodthirsty demon who slaughtered anyone who happened to cross his path. Moreover, these individuals had chosen to halt their attacks at the crucial moment rather than press on, so there was even less reason to fight to the death.
"Understood. I shall withdraw," several of the Grotto-Heaven Immortals conceded at once. They could see that Lu Yuan was reasonable.
In hindsight, joining the two great factions in besieging him had been rather disgraceful. Strictly speaking, he was merely a junior, yet people of their standing had ganged up on him.
Now, everyone knew they were no match for him. Since Lu Yuan did not intend to hold a grudge, persisting would be nothing short of seeking death—a folly none of them were willing to commit.
"Does anyone else wish to bar my way?" Lu Yuan asked, surveying the surrounding alien experts once the Grotto-Heaven Immortals stepped back.
His expression remained unchanged as he stood in place, his voice neither loud nor harsh. Yet across the entire grounds, not a single person dared answer.
What a joke! Even the Grotto-Heaven Immortals of the two great factions were dead. Who would be suicidal enough to stand in his way? The entirety of Mount Emei fell dead silent, without a whisper from the crowd.
Standing at the very center of them all, Lu Yuan seemed capable of suppressing everything beneath heaven on his own. This was the true bearing of a supreme powerhouse.
"Thank you," Lu Yuan said into the silence. He then turned toward the Ancient Heavenly Emperor Token and took a single step forward.
In an instant, he arrived before it, his face impassive. Without a word, he reached out his hand.
Immediately, strands of purple light surged from the ancient token. Lu Yuan could distinctly sense the ancient token inside his own body doing the same, steaming with billows of violet qi.
*Hum, hum, hum—*
Yet just as his fingers were about to close around the token, the void shuddered, and a terrifying aura crashed down, suppressing the entire area. Everyone felt it—a supreme being had descended, unleashing a suffocating pressure.
Lu Yuan felt the obstruction as well. His body was frozen on the spot, unable to budge.
"Lu Yuan, you butchered my clansmen and slaughtered our Divine Son. Do you still not know your crimes?"
A voice boomed across the world like the rumble of ten thousand peals of thunder.
Startled, everyone looked up to see a figure slowly stepping out from the rift in the void. Clad in wide black robes, he descended step by step, the aura around him roaring continuously as a terrifying tempest swept down. His power had completely eclipsed the Grotto-Heaven Immortal realm.
"A Creation Immortal of the Ji clan?" In the distance, Jiang Huanyun's brow furrowed tightly at the sight. He had not expected the Ji clan's Creation Immortal to arrive so swiftly.
A Creation Immortal?
The onlookers nearby paled upon hearing those words. None of them had anticipated that an existence of such caliber would truly show himself.
"If you wish to make a move, you may do so now," Lu Yuan said, his frozen body regaining its freedom under the surge of immense power within him. Looking up at the distant Ji clan Creation Immortal, he added calmly, "It would merely mean killing one more person."
The moment those words were spoken, an absolute hush fell over the entire scene. It was simply too insolent.
That was a Creation Immortal—a terrifying powerhouse who could only emerge from the top ten star fields throughout the cosmos! Such an existence had surpassed the bounds of what ordinary beings could fathom. Yet not only did Lu Yuan show no trace of fear, he openly provoked him. To everyone watching, it was sheer madness. But not only had Lu Yuan done it, he had done so without the slightest hesitation or dread.
"How intriguing," the Ji clan Creation Immortal remarked from above, showing no immediate sign of anger. What surprised him far more was that this youth had actually broken free of his binding technique and regained his mobility.
In that case, leaving him alive was all the more out of the question!
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