Chapter 284: Where Did You Get Such Nerve?
"Little friend, what will it take for you to spare our Spirit Clan friend?"
Xiao Yuhe asked in a deep voice.
At the edge of his vision, he glanced at Huang Xi, his mood unbearably heavy.
Had they known earlier that such a powerful expert existed at Li Xun's side, they would never have rashly come to deal with him.
And even if they had decided to act, they certainly wouldn't have relied on only two Saints.
And now, look what happened.
Li Xun was completely unharmed, and on their side, a Spirit Clan Saint had already been suppressed.
If that Spirit Clan Saint were to fall here, the entire Spirit Clan would suffer a devastating loss.
Though strong, their clan did not have many Saints.
Each one was incomparably precious.
"Easy to discuss."
Li Xun smiled warmly and spoke calmly:
"I've heard that within the Xiao Clan, there exists an Imperial Scripture. I wonder if you would allow me to take a look?"
An Imperial Scripture is something that was created by an Emperor.
Its value was immeasurable. If he possessed one, whether for his own cultivation or as an investment, he could reap unimaginable benefits in the future.
"Absolutely impossible!"
Xiao Yuhe rejected the idea without a second thought.
From ancient times until now, the Xiao Clan had produced only a single Emperor.
That Imperial Scripture was their ultimate foundation.
Forget outsiders, even within the Xiao Clan itself, not everyone had the qualification to cultivate it.
Most were restricted to Saint-level or Heaven-level techniques.
"In that case, there's nothing to talk about." Li Xun said casually.
He had expected this answer—it was merely a probe.
After all, the one being suppressed was a Spirit Clan Saint, not a Xiao Clan Saint.
Even if Xiao Yuhe himself had been captured, the Xiao Clan still wouldn't hand over an Imperial Scripture in exchange.
"Li Xun, don't get ahead of yourself! Whether it's the Spirit Clan or the Xiao Clan, neither is something you can afford to provoke. Don't think that just because you have a Saint King protecting you, you can rest easy!" The Spirit Clan Saint growled.
Never in his entire cultivation life had he been so humiliated—and by a junior, no less.
This was a disgrace beyond anything he had endured.
"My apologies, but with a Saint King protecting me, I can rest easy—for now at least." Li Xun replied with a bright smile.
That one line almost made the Spirit Clan Saint cough blood from sheer rage.
"Huang Xi, kill him." Li Xun waved his hand casually.
"Yes."
This time, Huang Xi hesitated not at all.
A single finger pointed out, unleashing a force capable of piercing through the heavens and earth, striking the Spirit Clan Saint directly between the brows.
Pffft—
The void trembled. As though everything was torn apart by that one strike.
The Spirit Clan Saint didn't even utter a final word. His pupils dilated, a bloody hole appearing between his eyebrows as terrifying energy obliterated his sea of consciousness.
His soul was annihilated in an instant.
"No—!"
In the distance, the Spirit Clan patriarch let out a desperate cry.
His illusory soul form surged forward, crossing a hundred miles in an attempt to block the blow, but it was meaningless.
He was merely at the Divine Palace Realm, not even a Saint. How could he possibly stop a Saint King?
Thud!
The body of the Spirit Clan Saint fell powerlessly to the ground, making a light sound—yet that sound made everyone's hearts tremble violently.
That was a Saint, after all.
Just like that, he perished.
A Saint had fallen.
For Li Xun, what did these Divine Palace Realm cultivators count for in comparison?
"Li Xun!"
The Spirit Clan patriarch's soul hovered in mid-air, his eyes blood-red.
Though his figure was illusory, the murderous intent around him had nearly taken physical form—like a demon king returning from the Nine Netherworlds, ready to devour anyone in sight.
Through clenched teeth, he forced out two words, dripping with hatred.
His voice turned cold as he continued: "You killed a Saint of my clan. From this day forth, the Spirit Clan is sworn to fight you to the death!"
"One day, the Profound Sun Holy Land behind you will perish alongside you—never to rise again!"
"Daoist friend—!"
A Golden Crow Clan expert hurriedly interjected, his face filled with panic.
At a time like this, where in the world did you get the guts to threaten Li Xun?!
Right here on this patch of land, even the Xiao Clan Saint, Xiao Yuhe, who had watched the Spirit Clan Saint die with his own eyes, dared not speak up—so who did the Spirit Clan patriarch think he was?
Everyone present had spent one or two thousand years cultivating to reach today.
No one wanted to die.
Every person here was thinking the same thing:
How do we calm this disaster and survive?
And yet the Spirit Clan patriarch chose this moment to issue a threat. Was he not dying fast enough already?
"Since you insist on saying that…" Li Xun's eyes turned cold.
"Then you can follow your clan's Saint onto the road to the afterlife. You can keep each other company—save you from being lonely."
His left hand clenched into a fist.
Golden light burst forth, blazing like a mountain descending from the heavens.
BOOM!
The entire sky was filled with the radiance of his punch.
The crushing power nearly forced many to their knees—as if an Immortal King had descended, shaking the heavens and shattering the earth.
"Stop!"
At that moment, Xiao Yuhe finally acted.
The Spirit Clan Saint had been too far away for him to intervene earlier.
Despite wanting to save him, the distance had made it impossible. But the Spirit Clan patriarch was different.
He couldn't just watch the Spirit Clan lose a Saint and a patriarch.
After all, their two clans shared marital ties. Emotionally and logically, he had to help.
BOOM!
Xiao Yuhe sent out a massive hand, vast enough to cover the sky like endless dark clouds.
Not to attack, but to shield the Spirit Clan patriarch.
However, just as he was about to grab hold of the patriarch, a divine light tore through the air.
It was a phoenix feather.
Like a divine sword capable of cleaving creation itself, It split the heavens and tore the void cleanly in two.
Its sharpness reached the absolute extreme.
Its destructive force was unstoppable.
With a tearing sound, the dark clouds were ripped apart.
A rain of crimson blood scattered across the sky.
Xiao Yuhe retreated in horror.
After withdrawing nearly a thousand miles, he stood in mid-air, his arm trembling violently.
Blood dripped from between his fingers, shockingly bright.
Just one strike, and even he couldn't withstand it.
The might of a Saint King was far beyond anything he could fathom.
If he hadn't reacted quickly just now… That phoenix feather would have split him clean in half.
CRASH!
Finally, the fist of light fell.
The Spirit Clan patriarch—reduced to only a soul—let out one last, unwilling roar, before being completely annihilated.
It was as though he had never existed. Every trace of him was erased, leaving nothing behind.
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