Surrounding him, a profound and peculiar aura slowly enveloped the area.
"Mountains need not be high; their renown grows with the presence of immortals," Xiang Kunlun spoke slowly.
His tone was even and heavy.
A majestic mountain gradually emerged behind him.
This mountain was divided by the energies of yin and yang, vast and imposing.
"Mount Kunlun’s name flows eastward.
From atop Mount Kunlun, the heavenly winds descend, and the flute sings through the twenty-four bridges."
As his words fell, the spectral image of the mountain behind him began to clarify.
"Mount Kunlun, the Nine Revolutions Yin Yang Skill," Xiang Kunlun slightly lifted his hands upward.
In that moment, he seemed to lift the mountain over his head, as if raising the firmament itself.
Atop Mount Kunlun, black and white streams of yin and yang energies intertwined and merged.
They formed two beams of yin and yang light that surged mightily toward the heavens.
"Even if I lose, I will fight you fair and square, with all my might," Xiang Kunlun bellowed.
He was shouldering Mount Kunlun, his waist already bent under its weight.
Veins popped on his forehead, as drops of blood mixed with sweat fell from the top of his head.
"With me stands Mount Kunlun, the Nine Revolutions Yin and Yang," Kunlun’s roar echoed once more.
Behind him, Mount Kunlun expanded hundreds of times in size and merged with the yin and yang energies of the sky, bearing down on Xu Zimei.
The Giant of Strength lifted its arms, raising Mount Kunlun above its head.
As Mount Kunlun descended, the Giant of Strength was also pressed down by half a meter.
Within Xu Zimei, the Power Vortexes were continuously spinning, each one nearly at its limit.
With more and more strength energy, the Giant gradually steadied its stance.
Xiang Kunlun struggled to control Mount Kunlun, pressing it down step by step towards Xu Zimei.
This was the limit of what his body could endure.
But still, he stubbornly persisted, aiming to completely suppress Xu Zimei.
As time passed, many wounds had opened on Xiang Kunlun’s body, from which blood scattered; even his eyes were threaded with blood.
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his skin; if this continued, his body might just shatter into pieces.
"Enough," Elder Bei from the Heavenly Emperor Gate below shouted.
"Kunlun, admit defeat."
"Elder, I won’t," Xiang Kunlun shook his head as cracking sounds began emanating from within him.
"In life, one can’t escape success or failure. The tides too have their ebb and flow. Admit defeat now, and when destiny calls, you can start anew," Elder Bei yelled.
Xiang Kunlun had been under his watch since childhood; he could not bear to see him perish .
"Elder, I’ve had too smooth a path since childhood.
Unbeaten among my peers, viewed by all as an evil being, born into a clan with three emperors.
I can’t accept defeat," Xiang Kunlun shouted.
"If I admit defeat today, I fear I’ll never have the courage to face him again."
"Why bother doing this," Elder Bei shook his head.
Looking at Xu Zimei, he said, "Young Master Xu, could you spare his life? We concede, and you can name your compensation."
"I’ve always disliked trouble. Since we’ve fought, it’s to the death," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Aren’t you afraid of the Heavenly Emperor Gate’s retribution," Elder Bei squinted his eyes and said.
"You come at me all you want," Xu Zimei laughed.
The Giant of Strength behind him roared up to the sky, hoisting Mount Kunlun half an inch higher.
"I, as a cultivator, naturally defy the heavens. The path to destiny is strewn with white bones. If I aim to become a Great Emperor, not to mention your slight Heavenly Emperor Gate,
Even if everyone in this world turned against me, what of it?"
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the people of Qin City below were all invigorated.
"To make an enemy of the entire world, how confident must this man be to utter such words?"
"That guy," Qin Fusu’s gaze shifted slightly, as he swallowed hard.
"Young Master Xu," Qin Shuang’s eyes started to become somewhat dazed as she watched from below.
It was not until Qin Feng coughed a few times that Qin Shuang hastily returned to her senses.
Her face immediately flushed with redness again.
"Father isn’t against you two being together," Qin Feng said.
"But you still need to resolve your physical condition."
"Is it because you saw Young Master Xu’s potential that Father isn’t opposed?" Qin Shuang asked.
"How could that be," Qin Feng’s face turned red, and he hurriedly explained.
"I had already noticed that this kid was extraordinary; I just wanted to test him.
The young man is good, he’s the one."
Above the firmament, Xiang Kunlun’s body had reached the verge of shattering into pieces.
The Elder Bei next to him also did not dare to act rashly; he was hesitant even to intervene in a battle of this level.
"Kunlun, there’s no need to be so obstinate. There are many people waiting for you," Elder Bei said anxiously.
"Elder Bei, please go back and tell my master that I feel regret for him and for the entire Heavenly Emperor Gate.
The Sect Gate has invested heavily in me, but Kunlun ultimately cannot repay it," Xiang Kunlun said with a downcast expression.
"I am not fit to be the Great Emperor."
"Have you thought about Feiyu Qingyun? She’s still waiting for you at the Sect Gate," Elder Bei still didn’t want to give up, as he said.
"Tell Qingyun, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely not be any Saint Heir, nor compete for Destiny.
I will just live a good life with her," Xiang Kunlun said.
His body had started to completely splinter apart.
His final roar seemed to exhaust all his strength.
"Though I die, I am still the Heavenly Emperor’s Saint Heir."
Mount Kunlun immediately emitted a radiant light, as he used his last energy for Suppression.
And the figure of Xiang Kunlun also exploded into pieces.
When Mount Kunlun settled down, the entire heaven and earth shattered apart, everything returned to nothingness.
"Kunlun," Elder Bei shouted loudly.
As Mount Kunlun dissipated, the world suddenly became empty, deathly silent.
People looked towards the void where Xu Zimei stood, wanting to know the final outcome.
A waist Token swayed gently as it fell slowly from the sky, carried by the breeze.
Elder Bei reached out to catch the Token; it was Xiang Kunlun’s Saint Heir Token.
He looked around in confusion.
Suddenly, the emptiness regained calm, and Xu Zimei calmly walked out from the void.
Unharmed, his clothes neat and tidy.
"From this day forth, my Heavenly Emperor Gate will ceaselessly seek your death," Elder Bei spoke low, his tone laden with intense killing intent.
"Good, come at me," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"I am the current Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect, and I will calmly await your arrival at the True Martial Holy Sect.
Send as many War Generals as you have in the Heavenly Emperor Gate," he said.
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Elder Bei’s pupils shrank.
He turned his head, his gaze fixed blankly on Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei had originally intended to kill Elder Bei, but considering they were in Qin City, he didn’t want to involve Qin City, so he spared him a path to life.
Ignoring Elder Bei behind him, Xu Zimei stepped through the air and entered directly into the Qin Residence.
He glanced at Qin Fusu and said lightly, "If I come to Qin City again, I will destroy your Great Qin."