Immortal-Exterminating Divine Venerable

”A Martial Artist? So it was you! You’re the one who annihilated the thirty-seven Void Immortals of my Qin Family?”

The one who had locked onto Yang Xiao’s aura was none other than the Qin Family’s own genius, Qin Yuwei.

When she first arrived, she’d thought it strange that someone else was present.

But with the Vast Heaven Immortal Sect and the Immortal Envoy present, she hadn’t given it much thought.

Now, with the other two locked in a chaotic battle, Qin Yuwei was stunned to realize that this fellow was actually a Martial Artist.

She was instantly reminded of the Vast Heaven Immortal Lord’s earlier words.

Killing intent exploded forth.

Drawing her sword, she pointed it directly at Yang Xiao.

Her aura surged with aggression.

Moreover, upon hearing her words, the other seven Preachers pulled away from the struggle between Yuan Haotian and Yuan San to fix their gazes on Yang Xiao.

Their eyes gleamed with malice.

It looked as though they would strike at the slightest provocation.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao gave a helpless smile. ’Looks like my time as a bystander is over. Still, what can a few so-called Preachers, who aren’t even Void Immortals, possibly do to me?’

’If they want a fight, they’ll get one!’

’Who’s afraid of whom?’

’Not even a True Immortal could make me back down, so there’s no way these small fries can.’

However, before Yang Xiao could respond, the others lost their patience.

They began to speak one after another.

”I’m sure it’s him. But even if it’s not, he deserves to die just for being a Martial Artist!”

The one who appeared to be the weakest among them said.

”That’s right! These filthy Martial Artists must be killed! Yuwei, why should you dirty your hands on a mere True Intent Stage Martial Artist? How about you let me kill him?”

Another, a man with an extremely effeminate appearance, was fawning over Qin Yuwei.

”Martial Artists must die!”

The rest of them wore the same disdainful expressions.

To them, it seemed as if Yang Xiao’s very existence was the greatest insult.

And what of Yang Xiao’s strength?

What was a mere True Intent Stage Martial Artist to them?

”Indeed. He is but a True Intent Stage Martial Artist, equivalent to a True Tier Cultivator. He would indeed dirty my hands. Xiang Fengyun, if you’re going to strike, do it quickly. I, Qin Yuwei, have no desire to see such a lowly Martial Artist before me.”

And so, Qin Yuwei, having sensed Yang Xiao’s cultivation, spoke in a cold voice.

Her eyes, as she looked at Yang Xiao, were filled with contempt.

Among these Preachers, the most powerful was at the Peak of Dao Tier—the eldest among them, who was just shy of ascending to become a Void Immortal.

The weakest was a young man in his twenties, but he had already reached the Sixth Level of Magic Rank. Both Qin Yuwei and Xiang Fengyun were the most talented of the group.

Their strength was in the upper-middle echelon. Qin Yuwei, in particular, was the youngest at not even twenty years old, yet her cultivation had already reached Taoist Tier Six—a terrifying feat.

As for Xiang Fengyun, he was older. Though he appeared to be about the same age as her, he was actually over fifty, and his cultivation had reached Daoist Tier Three.

Furthermore, the man had long been pursuing Qin Yuwei. With such a perfect opportunity now presenting itself, how could he possibly let it go?

However, seeing how utterly these people disregarded him...

Yang Xiao actually felt a genuine sense of concern for them.

’Even without my Golden Roc True Body, they probably couldn’t touch me.’

’If I were to use the Golden Roc True Body, they’d be nothing more than a swarm of ants—I could crush them as I pleased.’

’For them to still dare to look down on me... they truly have a death wish.’

So, for their own good, Yang Xiao shook his head and said, ”I think you should all just attack me at once. Otherwise, there’s really no thrill in fighting you.”

This attitude, however, instantly infuriated the self-important Preachers.

Qin Yuwei, in particular.

Her eyes turned to ice as she stared at Yang Xiao.

Her aura grew frigid and sharp as lightning. An ordinary person would likely have crumbled under the pressure.

But to Yang Xiao? It meant less than nothing.

”Alright, stop staring. Glaring won’t hurt me. Have you even thought this through? Your Lord Immortal Envoy couldn’t kill me, and you think you can? Even if I stood here and didn’t move, it would take all of you attacking at once to put any pressure on me. Just one of you? Aren’t you just serving yourself up on a platter?”

Yang Xiao was speaking the absolute truth.

There was no reason to lie to people like them.

But to their ears, his words were nothing but grating arrogance.

Xiang Fengyun, in particular, was so enraged his face turned crimson.

”A filthy Martial Artist dares to look down on me like this? It’s infuriating! Listen up, none of you are to interfere! I, Xiang Fengyun, will see for myself what gives him the right to boast so wildly! Wind and Cloud Palm—die!”

With that, Xiang Fengyun struck.

Yang Xiao could tell he possessed a special kind of Dao Body, one that fused the powers of wind and cloud, making it quite extraordinary. Because of this, even though it was only a Peak Low Grade Dao Body, his innate talent far surpassed others of the same level. It was comparable to a Mid-grade Dao Body, making him the person whose talent was closest to Qin Yuwei’s.

As he attacked, it was a truly world-shaking display of surging winds and gathering clouds.

It made everyone present feel as though they were adrift in a sea of stormy clouds, one misstep away from plunging into an endless abyss.

In response, however, Yang Xiao merely smiled.

The Void Divine Sword materialized in his hand.

With a light flourish, everyone saw the terrifying sea of clouds dissipate and the storm vanish.

Instead, it was the sword in the hands of Yang Xiao—the man they had all looked down upon—that shone with an ever-increasing brilliance.

”Y-you... what kind of Demon Technique is this? No, it’s your sword! Your sword can actually absorb my Wind and Cloud Power!”

At this, Yang Xiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Instead of fear, Xiang Fengyun’s face now showed a hint of greed. It was obvious—the man had set his sights on the Void Divine Sword.

”A Treasure Weapon like this is wasted on you! Its rightful owner should be Yuwei! Yuwei, just you wait! I’ll retrieve this Treasure Weapon for you!”

What surprised Yang Xiao even more was that, even at a time like this, the man was still trying to curry favor with Qin Yuwei.

And seeing that Qin Yuwei’s frosty expression actually showed a flicker of interest...

In that moment, any favorable impression Yang Xiao might have had of this ethereally beautiful but cold woman vanished.

’Some women, no matter how talented or stunningly beautiful, are nothing more than a pretty vase or a gorgeous coat if they lack character. They aren’t worth taking seriously. A woman like that, her own future achievements will be limited, even with an Upper-Grade Dao Body.’

Yang Xiao sighed lightly.

He turned his gaze back to Xiang Fengyun. ”You want my sword? My sword isn’t so easy to take.”

At his words, everyone’s eyes lit up.

But it was mostly with greed.

They had clearly ignored his last sentence.

Yang Xiao felt even more exasperated.

’Since you’re so determined to die, I can only oblige.’

With that thought, Yang Xiao made his decision.