Did the humans from the Northern Region of the North arrive as invited?
All the cultivators present stared in shock towards the distant rear.
"Humans? Su Liang, aren't they just a minor, almost forgotten clan in your Northern Region? How could they receive an invitation from the Holy Land?"
Sha Tian frowned. Normally, any invitation from the Holy Land was directed only at the three First-Grade Sects, who would then decide which of their subordinate sects could attend. However, this time, they had bypassed the dominant Kui Mei clan of the Northern Region entirely, which was quite intriguing.
"Su Liang, I heard there was quite a commotion in the Northern Region of the North not long ago, with many casualties? Could it be related to this human? Su Liang, for the sake of our millennia-long acquaintance, I can send troops to the Northern Region of the North to help you suppress the humans, what do you say?"
Compared to the Zhan clan, the Kuang Lang clan had some knowledge of the Northern Region, as many of their affiliated sects had branches there. Therefore, they were usually aware of any major events occurring in the region.
Su Liang knew that Kuang Lang was asking a question he already knew the answer to. The deaths of tens of millions of ordinary mortals and over a million cultivators had already spread throughout the Northern Region. Even the royal families of the three major empires in the Northern Region had united, bypassing their superior sects, and lodged a direct complaint with Su Liang's faction.
"This is an internal affair of our Northern Region, and it doesn't require your Kuang Lang clan's concern. You should focus on the post-disaster reconstruction work in your Western Region after the beast tide."
"What? Did I miss a grand show?" Sha Tian looked at the back-and-forth verbal exchange between the two and suddenly felt his presence was insignificant.
"Grand show? Boss Sha, isn't the grand show already here?" Kuang Lang glanced at Su Liang, his eyes exceptionally cold.
*Buzz...*
Just as the gazes of the three were locked in a silent battle, a terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted into the air, soaring towards the heavens from the Saint Peak. A highly condensed sword intent, imbued with boundless killing intent, pierced through the constraints of distance like a sharp blade, heading towards the distance.
"Human, you dare! Not only did you kill my Holy Land's Holy Son, but you also crippled my daughter! Today, I shall take your life!"
The voice echoed throughout the entire Holy Mountain, but his sword intent, after flying for a thousand meters, gradually dissipated like a meteorite falling from outer space. By the time it reached two thousand meters, the sword intent, filled with murderous intent, had vanished completely.
"It is said that the Holy Land's Grand Elder, Meng Kuoye, has always been protective of his own, and his full cultivation in the Mahayana realm is rarely matched. It seems he is somewhat undeserving of his reputation now. If Grand Elder feels he has lived long enough, he can try to attack again. It's alright."
What "it's alright"! Tens of millions of cultivators within the Holy Mountain shivered at Sun Xiaoshan's words, feeling their heartbeats slow by half a beat.
The information conveyed in these two exchanges caused even the sect leaders of the three First-Grade Sects to widen their eyes.
Killing the Holy Land's Holy Son! Crippling the Holy Land's Grand Elder's daughter! Either of these incidents would be enough for the entire Holy Land to issue a kill order!
Even the arrogant Kuang Lang would not dare to kill a Holy Son, as there were only ten Holy Sons and Holy Daughters in the Holy Land, each being a future leader. Much less crippling Meng Kuoye's daughter, given that his protectiveness was renowned throughout the world.
And now?
Not only was the Holy Son killed, but Meng Kuoye's daughter was also crippled. Yet, this person seemed unsatisfied and had come directly to the Holy Land to threaten the Grand Elder. Astonishingly, this threat seemed to be effective, as the usually hot-tempered Meng Kuoye actually refrained from attacking further.
When did such a ruthless individual appear in this world?
The leaders of the three great sects exchanged glances. Despite their millennia of rivalry, they understood each other better than anyone.
Under the gaze of countless onlookers, a flying ship slowly drifted from the horizon, moving at a snail's pace. It wasn't that Sun Xiaoshan didn't want to go faster, but the five true disciples outside were trembling with fear.
They had followed Sun Xiaoshan with high spirits, but only upon reaching the Holy Mountain did they belatedly realize that they had essentially followed him to their doom. The entire flying ship was locked down by dozens of powerful divine senses, the formidable aura pressing down on them, nearly forcing them to their knees.
"Look at your meager resolve. A dozen Mahayana realm divine senses and auras have you so terrified. How will you lead our human race forward in the future? How can I entrust the future of humanity to your hands?" Sun Xiaoshan could no longer stand it. With a wave of his hand, he erected a divine sense wall, directly blocking those divine senses and pressures tens of meters outside the flying ship.
A master!
As the saying goes, amateurs watch the excitement, while professionals observe the details. Sun Xiaoshan, by merely erecting a divine sense wall that isolated the Mahayana realm cultivators' divine senses and pressure, revealed his terrifying power.
"The Holy Land truly lives up to its name. A dozen Mahayana realm experts strike at once. So many disciples at the foot of the mountain, on its slopes, and at its peak. No wonder you can dictate the rules of your Meng Tian clan in this world."
As he spoke, Sun Xiaoshan appeared on the deck of the flying ship, his aura surging like a storm.
"What the hell! Is this guy blind? Our three races look so different from the Holy Land's Meng Tian clan, how could we be disciples of the Holy Land?"
The leaders of the three great sects realized something was amiss the moment Sun Xiaoshan finished speaking. From his words, they understood that he was categorizing the disciples of their three major sects as belonging to the Holy Land as well.
This was feigning ignorance while clearly understanding the situation, and it also conveyed the extent of this human's animosity towards non-human beings.
Sun Xiaoshan stood on the deck, his aura pressing down from the heavens like a surging ocean. His divine senses, combined with his aura, descended like a colossal mountain upon the three major sects and their affiliates at the foot of the mountain.
*Boom...*
Tens of millions of cultivators were instantly crushed to the ground by this immense pressure, spitting blood. Many cultivators, their internal organs shattered by the sheer force, died on the spot.
Even the three sect leaders, standing a thousand meters in the sky with their full Mahayana realm cultivation, were forcibly pressed down by this aura, struggling desperately on the ground to maintain their dignity as sect leaders and avoid kneeling.
"Kid, don't be so arrogant! You've already made an enemy of the Holy Land, do you still want to make enemies of my three great sects and all the beings in this world?" Kuang Lang's true essence surged, his aura incredibly ferocious, yet he was still pinned down by Sun Xiaoshan, unable to move.
Heavenly Venerate!
A Heavenly Venerate expert!