Eternal Sacred King

Xi Wuya, the once number one Perfected Being of the North Region who dominated the cultivation world overwhelmingly and was completely unmatched across the same realm!

For the past 30 years, although he rarely made an appearance, he was still an invincible existence of the Golden Core realm in the hearts of many major factions and sects of the North Region.

Nobody had expected this.

Nobody thought that Xi Wuya would make a move for the Vermilion Fruit fight.

Less than that…

The paragons had not expected that Xi Wuya would be murdered savagely with his tendons and bones snapped by someone else in the Great Qian Ruins!

Gazing at that mighty, burly figure on the battlefield, a surreal feeling surged through the minds of the paragons and they were overwhelmed by sadness.

This was the cruelty of the cultivation world.

Even if one cultivated to Xi Wuya’s level and possessed that frightening combat strength, they could still be killed mercilessly.

No matter how glorious of a past they had, paragons that died would be buried in the sands of time and be forgotten eventually.

This Vermilion Fruit fight had far surpassed initial expectations of the paragons.

There were way too many paragons that died.

The ground was sprawled with corpses and blood formed rivers.

It was too tragic!

Furthermore, up till this point, it was still uncertainty who would end up as the eventual victor with the Vermilion Fruit!

There was only one thing that everyone was certain about.

From this day forth, there was a new number one Perfected Being of the North Region!

At the same time, that newcomer would die soon as well!

Everyone could see Su Zimo’s frailness at the moment.

Right now, any random Golden Core could probably take his life!

Although the remaining paragons were mostly injured, they looked at Su Zimo with fervent gazes, wanting to tear him apart!

Finally, a cultivator who could not hold it back anymore stood forward.

A centipede dies but never falls completely.

Although he could tell that Su Zimo was already exhausted, that person did not dare to advance and merely hid far away, hollering softly and conjuring a spirit art.

Spirit energy surged and condensed into a palm in midair, slapping towards Su Zimo fiercely.

Boom!

The spirit energy palm received no resistance and landed viciously on Su Zimo’s body.

Su Zimo grunted dully and his legs wobbled, almost falling to the ground.

At the sight of that, the paragons were finally relieved.

“Fufu, so that’s all there is to the legendary number one monster incarnate. There’s also a time when he’s exhausted!”

“He’s nothing but a beast.”

“Hmph! How dare a beast try to snatch the Vermilion Fruit from all of us humans! How impudent!”

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon wielded his sword and advanced towards Su Zimo slowly, smirking coldly with a murderous intent.

Previously, his chest was pierced by Su Zimo’s saber.

Although the wound wasn’t deep, he was scheming and seized the opportunity to retreat due to the circumstances. He chose to observe coldly by the sidelines while retaining his strength.

During this period of time, with the help of elixirs such as the Blood Curing Pill, the wound before his chest had mostly recovered.

At this moment, all the paragons were wounded and could not release their Golden Core phenomenons in a short period of time.

The only one truly of threat to him was the masked man from Glass Palace.

However, Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon could tell clearly that the masked man was at early-stage Golden Core.

He would definitely have the advantage if the two of them were to fight!

The reason why he chose to stand out now was naturally to control the situation and suppress everything so that he could take advantage of the situation!

“Beast, why aren’t you cocky anymore?”

Clang!

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon withdrew the sword hanging on his waist and slashed forward.

A milky-white sword beam flashed by.

Instantly, a gash appeared on Su Zimo’s thigh. Although it wasn’t very deep, fresh blood seeped out right away.

The reason why Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon did not aim to kill with that attack was clearly because he wanted to humiliate Su Zimo and trample on his dignity!

Su Zimo did not move at all, as if he did not even have the strength to dodge. Although his face was pale, his eyes burned brightly in a terrifying manner!

He was truly drained after killing Xi Wuya.

Furthermore, Xi Wuya was a perfected Golden Core, the number one Perfected Being of the North Region. He was truly someone with frightening strength and had an extremely terrifying physique after cultivating the Glass Mental Sutra. After the repeated head-on clashes, Su Zimo had suffered rather serious injuries.

Thin tears were appearing on his organs!

If Xi Wuya could endure for a little more, he might not have been the one who died.

At that moment, Su Zimo did not retaliate and was merely silently healing up and recovering his stamina.

He had the Mystic Gold Silk Armor; be it the spirit art of the first cultivator or the slash from Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon, both were external injuries that did not manage to hurt him at the core!

Su Zimo had trump cards left as well.

If he were to release them, the entire world would be overturned!

When Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon saw that Su Zimo did not retaliate, he turned even more ferocious and continued forward. The sword in his hand trembled and created a flurry of swipes.

Poof!

Blood sprayed from Su Zimo’s shoulders once again.

“Fufu.”

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon chuckled, his eyes filled with mockery as he sneered, “Why? You don’t even have the strength to fight back now?”

Su Zimo merely smirked without replying.

“Sigh, to think that such a peerless monster incarnate would end up in such a state.”

Mu Dongqing shook his head and sighed gently, lamenting.

Bai Yuhan remarked softly as well, “Even tigers and dragons have to suffer if they are trapped. This should be a tribulation in his life as well. If not for Xi Wuya, he would have gotten out of this place long ago instead of being humiliated by these small fries now.”

“He had no help at all. If anyone had stepped forth to offload some pressure from him, he wouldn’t have landed in such a miserable state,” Mu Dongqing sighed once more.

Bai Yuhan nodded. “That’s right. Who would have the guts to stand beside him now and go against the entire North Region?”

“What kind of a monster incarnate is this? Just die!”

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon felt uneasy and did not want to drag things out further. Finally, he made up his mind and slashed forward.

His sword was aimed for Su Zimo’s glabella!

If that slash struck, Su Zimo’s head would be pierced entirely.

Su Zimo narrowed his gaze. Right as he was about to move, he suddenly frowned with a look of confusion.

Buzz!

The sound of a sword buzzing rang out.

An incomparably brilliant sword beam appeared all of a sudden!

That sword beam was magnificent and attracted everyone’s attention.

However, its speed was way too fast.

It happened instantly.

Nobody could see where the slash came from.

Nobody could identify the trajectory of the slash.

Nobody could identify the direction of the slash.

However, everyone felt the killing intent from that slash!

The sword beam dissipated.

Suddenly, the battlefield went silent.

The atmosphere turned extremely strange.

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon froze in his steps.

His gaze turned dull.

After a momentary pause, the long sword in his hand fell and a thin gash appeared on his throat, turning wider and clearer!

Poof!

A blood mist spewed out.

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect’s paragon fell stiffly forward, dead!

The crowd was in an uproar!

Countless cultivators looked all around, trying to seek out the person who attacked.

There were not many sword cultivators in the North Region.

There were even less sword cultivators who could master such a terrifying sword technique to be able to threaten the paragon of Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect.

Taba Feng and Murong Wushuang glared at a black-robed man in the middle of the crowd with conflicted expressions. They were shocked and surprised, but more than that, they were puzzled.

The black-robed man held a pitch-black sheathed sword in his left hand. Slowly, he strode out from the crowd one step at a time.

Surveying his surroundings with a hollow gaze that could not focus, he spoke slowly, “Anyone who wishes to kill him will first have to pass through my sword!”