Supreme of the Heavenly Realm-Chapter 712 - 706: Sikong Wuji

Ranked third on the Holy List, just this terrifying ranking alone was enough to deter the vast majority of people.

"Quite the spectacle," Ling Hanye commented as he gazed at the black-clothed figure in the sky, smiling lightly. Intense combativeness surged in his eyes.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on that figure, then at the atmosphere that was almost boiling over. In the current Heavenly Martial Holy Land, the only person who could possess such absolute charisma, almost like a flag-bearer, indeed, was none other than Sikong Wuji.

Even Ling Hanye, also a favored son of the heavens, conceded a bit to him.

"Ling Hanye, long time no see. There’s no need to stare at me like that as soon as you arrive, right?" Sensing Ling Hanye’s gaze, Sikong Wuji turned his head and chuckled.

"I’m just curious to see how much you’ve improved over this time. Don’t let me surpass you too easily," Ling Hanye said with a light smile.

"Don’t worry, it’s only ever been me surpassing others. Never has anyone surpassed me."

Sikong Wuji spoke with an air of confidence that dismissed all else.

He glanced over the others, his gaze casual and dismissive. Aside from Ling Hanye, who posed some threat, the rest were not worth mentioning.

Ye Xuan wasn’t bothered by the domineering air emanating from Sikong Wuji’s eyes. As a king among the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, a bit of arrogance, even conceit, was to be expected—he had the capital to back it up.

"And who might this young man be?"

Sikong Wuji scanned the crowd and finally noticed Ye Xuan. After all, he was familiar with the saints of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, and the only one he had not seen before was Ye Xuan.

"He is Junior Brother Ye Xuan. He has only recently broken through to the Saint Realm and has yet to be officially named a saint," Ling Hanye introduced him with a smile.

"Oh? I never expected that, after only half a year away, our sect would see the emergence of such a promising talent." Sikong Wuji could see that Ye Xuan was only in his early twenties and very young. To have broken through to the Martial Saint Realm at such an age indicated that his natural talent was likely not much weaker than his own.

When Ye Xuan was mentioned, Ling Hanye also showed a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Sikong Wuji, Junior Brother Ye Xuan took only three months to advance from the Sixth Grade Martial Venerable to the Martial Saint Realm. His cultivation speed is the fastest I’ve ever seen."

"What?"

This revelation even moved Sikong Wuji. Three months to cultivate from Sixth Grade Martial Venerable to the Saint Realm—such speed, he thought, was unprecedented and unparalleled even among them.

"I was just lucky to obtain the ancient saint’s inheritance in the Demon Ruins, which allowed me to advance consecutively. It’s nothing to speak of." Knowing that Ling Hanye intended to use him to overshadow Sikong Wuji, he certainly did not want to become the target of public criticism, and quickly explained.

"Hmph, it’s really not worth mentioning. As the cultivation progresses, the harder it is to break through. You’re not even close to being on par with Brother Sikong," Dongfang Yun suddenly chimed in with a sarcastic tone.

"Shut up."

Sikong Wuji merely glanced at Dongfang Yun, then turned his attention back to Ye Xuan. "Junior Brother Ye, you don’t have to be modest. Having such an opportunity is your own destiny. Luck is also a part of strength. However, if you perform well in this trial, perhaps you could ride the momentum all the way onto the Holy List."

"I appreciate your auspicious words, Senior Brother."

Ye Xuan found Sikong Wuji easier to speak with than he had imagined. Since the other party was not causing trouble for him, he naturally had no intention of provoking anyone unnecessarily and nodded his head, cupping his fists in acknowledgement.

"Gentlemen, I shall take my leave first!"

Sikong Wuji laughed loudly as he took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of flowing light that directly plunged into the massive spatial array. Only his laughter continued to echo thunderously above the square.

"Boom!"

Sikong Wuji’s action undoubtedly ignited the entire square in an instant. Countless figures rose from the ground and swept across the sky like a swarm of locusts, plunging into the vast spatial array.

"Hmph, a crippled genius is nothing but worthless in the end."

Dongfang Yun eyed Ye Xuan with a sinister gaze, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. After speaking, he too vanished in a flash towards the spatial transmission array.

"Junior Brother Ye Xuan, it seems that Dongfang Yun has designs on you. Once you enter Martial God Mountain, you must be cautious of him. That man is ruthless and merciless, and he certainly won’t respect the camaraderie of fellow sect members," Ling Hanye said with narrowed eyes, warning Ye Xuan.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother."

Ye Xuan nodded, his eyes also flashing with a sharp light. ’If others do not offend me, I will not offend them’ was his principle. However, if Dongfang Yun was insistent on seeking trouble with him, then he certainly wouldn’t show mercy.

"Very well, I shall go as well."

Ling Hanye soared and hurriedly entered the array.

"The relationships between these saints are too complex and murky; it is wiser for me to get involved as little as possible."

Ye Xuan revealed a contemplative expression. These people were all scheming and deceiving each other, and to be unwittingly involved could likely mean being used as a pawn. He wanted to focus on his cultivation; he had no interest in entangling himself with other matters.

Moreover, this trip to Martial God Mountain might also mean facing threats from Emperor Xi Sect. The Sound Saint had previously mentioned targeting him during the trial, and now that both Sound Saint and Ling Yu were dead by his hand, it was unlikely that Emperor Xi Sect would let it go so easily.

These were two saints—no mere nobodies. Their deaths at the hands of Ye Xuan wouldn’t be overlooked so simply.

"It’s time for us to move as well."

Ye Xuan glanced at Zuo Lingyun behind him. By now, Senior Sister Yin Meng and the others had already dashed off. They too immediately followed, one after the other, falling into the transmission array.

"I wonder who will emerge as the great hero of Heavenly Martial Holy Land in this trial."

Watching the figures disappearing into the transmission array, several elders in the rear were discussing. They were all of elder level.

"Is there any doubt? Of course, it will be Sikong Wuji, Ling Hanye, and those people. The others, like Yin Meng and Dongfang Yun, although strong, are still quite inferior compared to those two."

"That’s true, that newly advanced Saint Heir called Ye Xuan is quite talented, but such a pity he’s still too young. Given a few more years to grow, perhaps there would be hope."

The elders debated with various opinions.

Not far off, Yu’s beautiful face suddenly revealed a hint of mockery, her red lips curving slightly upward. "Perhaps this time, they will all have their expectations shattered. That youngster is underestimated by everyone..."

She looked towards the place where Ye Xuan had departed, her eyes brimming with a hint of anticipation.

How could a genius who had caused the Heavenly Palace Tribulation be so easily underestimated?

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