Hearing Luo Qingliu’s words, Xu Zimei smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then I’ll be waiting for your Undying Race."
Luo Qingliu snorted coldly, and then retreated to the side with Luo Qingsnow and the other two.
Surrounding Luo Changfeng, the might of the Saint Vein Realm loomed, and his sanguine eyes stared at Xu Zimei.
He slightly bent his right leg backward and stepped half a pace forward with his left.
He charged straight at Xu Zimei.
The fists in his hands were engulfed in a red glow of Spiritual Energy, and the mark on his forehead flashed continuously.
In just an instant, he appeared in front of Xu Zimei.
He heavily smashed his fist onto Xu Zimei’s body.
With a "bang", a wave of air spread out from the center of the two, permeating the surroundings.
Luo Changfeng stared in shock at his own fist; at that moment, it felt to him as if he had smashed it onto an extremely hard piece of iron.
"Undying Battle Body?" Xu Zimei chuckled lightly and said, "Have you had enough fun?"
"You…," Luo Changfeng’s heart pounded wildly, wanting to say something, but his words seemed stuck in his throat, unsure of what to say.
Xu Zimei grabbed the other party’s neck and slowly lifted Luo Changfeng off the ground.
"How can it be," he said somewhat strained.
"How can the gap be so wide?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"I was thinking of humoring you, but I’m no longer interested in a child’s play.
"Are you going to kill me?" Luo Changfeng asked.
"Although your True Martial Holy Sect is strong, you wouldn’t want to antagonize both the Divine Sun Holy Sect and my Undying Race, right?"
"Are you threatening me?" Xu Zimei asked, squinting his eyes.
"Not at all, I just want to know my fate," Luo Changfeng said with a wry smile.
In his heart was a cold sense of desolation. As a genius of the Undying Race and currently also the Saint Heir of the Divine Sun Holy Sect.
In any aspect, he was always a source of pride and envy.
He was determined to win the Destiny.
However, this sudden and unexpected defeat was hard for him to accept.
It’s not frightening to lose, but what’s terrifying is not even being able to see how wide the gap is with the opponent, as if there was an insurmountable chasm between the two, casting doubt on his future.
The deadline for the formation of Destiny drew closer, and the time for everyone to prepare was dwindling.
For Luo Changfeng, who had been ahead of his peers since childhood, this feeling of failure was extremely unpleasant.
"Hand over the Weakening Water Pearl," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"If you release my junior brother and sisters, I can give it to you," Luo Changfeng said.
"You’re not in a position to negotiate with me," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head slightly.
He directly broke open Luo Changfeng’s Storage Ring and took out the Weakening Water Pearl from it.
The Weakening Water Pearl was resting on its accompanying item, a water calabash, and was about the same size as the Wind Extinguishing Bead.
Its entirety was a dreamy azure, giving it an ethereal feel.
Upon seeing the Weakening Water Pearl, Xu Zimei could feel the Wind Extinguishing Bead inside him vibrating more intensely.
It was as if there was an inexplicable connection between the two.
And holding the Weakening Water Pearl in his hand, Xu Zimei attentively felt it, as if sensing a vast ocean in front of him, with tumultuous waves crashing fiercely.
Ancients had three thousand streams of weakening water yet only sought one scoop.
This weakening water was the heaviest water, rumored that a single drop could destroy a mountain.
One could imagine how heavy this weakening water was; Martial Artists below the Esteem Vein Realm couldn’t even lift a single drop.
And what’s there to speak of rivers condensed from Weakening Water, let alone oceans.
Once Xu Zimei had put away the Weakening Water Pearl, he turned to look at Luo Changfeng and his companions.
Luo Qingsnow, tense and vigilant, blocked in front of Luo Changfeng and said to Xu Zimei, "Now that Young Master Xu has obtained the Weakening Water Pearl, can you let us go?"
"I’m not fond of troubles," Xu Zimei shook his head.
"Just as I told Gongsun Hong earlier, what if you leak the news? And I suppose your sect won’t just let this go, either."
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Gongsun Hong beside them burst into loud laughter, the blood at the corners of his mouth blending into an indistinguishable mess of flesh.
"You too have met this day, you too won’t die a good death!"
"Noisy," Xu Zimei snorted coldly, and with a casual wave of his hand, threads of spiritual energy shot out and tore Gongsun Hong to pieces.
Seeing this scene, Luo Qingliu immediately covered her mouth, her expression one of shocked terror as she looked at Xu Zimei.
"Young Master Xu, there’s no enmity between us," Luo Qingsnow continued.
"Whatever happened today, we can assure you we won’t say a word.
Gongsun Hong took the Weakening Water Pearl and disappeared. We can even say that to our sect."
"Further words are futile. Commit suicide, and I will leave you a complete corpse," Xu Zimei replied.
"If I have to do it myself, I’m afraid you will be left with no remains."
"Since death is inevitable either way, I’d rather choose to die in battle," Luo Changfeng said indifferently.
His blood-red eyes were terrifying, unfocused, and the red mist around his body grew denser.
Just as he was about to fight again, everyone suddenly felt an overpowering suppression descending from above.
"Enough, Changfeng, step back," an aged voice rang out from above.
Hearing the voice, Luo Changfeng’s expression changed, and he hurriedly looked up to the sky.
They saw an elderly man in white standing in the void, his gaze neither joyful nor sorrowful as he looked down below.
"Master, you’ve come," Luo Changfeng quickly greeted.
Hearing Luo Changfeng’s words, Luo Qingsnow and the other two relaxed their tense nerves.
The Master of Brother Changfeng was probably that old ancestor who had just broken through to the Immortal Ascension Boundary.
The elder in white had long white beards, and even his eyebrows were white.
His black-and-white hair, neatly tied behind his head, conveyed an extraordinary temperament.
"Master, why are you here?" Luo Changfeng asked in confusion.
"In fact, I have been secretly following you," the elder said with a light smile.
"The Weakening Water Pearl, how could the sect possibly let you retrieve such an important item carelessly.
Sending you here was actually a test.
You have just claimed the position of the Saint Heir, and inevitably, you had to do something to command respect."
"I have disappointed you," Luo Changfeng said dejectedly.
"No, do you know why I didn’t intervene just now?" the elder shook his head in response.
"When faced with a life-and-death crisis, you didn’t back down, proving that your path on the Martial Way is firm.
That’s enough; it would have been a true disappointment had you begged for mercy."
"Thank you for the lesson, Master," Luo Changfeng bowed deeply and moved to the side.
The elder then turned his gaze towards Xu Zimei, smiling slightly, "The True Martial Holy Sect’s youngster, you’re quite impressive."
"Are you trying to lecture me?" Xu Zimei replied with a light smile.
"You indeed surprised me a bit," the elder shook his head and said, "The disciple whom I meticulously nurtured seems to be no match for you at all.
No wonder you took first place in the six-sect competition."