Chapter 283: That Is Far Too Unprofitable
"She— she's a Saint King!"
The Otherworldly Demon was completely dumbfounded.
They initially thought that having two Saints show up was already terrifying enough, but who would have imagined that a Saint King was also present?
The leading Otherworldly Demon looked as if he were about to cry.
He really wanted to say: If you all have grudges, couldn't you settle them outside?
Why did you have to come to the Abyssal Demons Burial?
And now, it was over.
No matter which side won, their own group probably wouldn't have a good end. They wanted to ask the terrifying existences deep within the Abyssal Demons Burial to intervene, but the problem was—even they couldn't enter the depths safely! They wanted the ancient beings to step out, but had no means to request it.
"We're finished…"
A powerhouse from the Star-Moon Divine Sect muttered weakly, his vision going dark.
They had prepared thoroughly, but Li Xun had also prepared a hidden trump card—and Li Xun's trump card was far more terrifying than theirs.
He directly summoned a Saint King.
Judging from the looks of it… That Saint King even addressed him as master.
Not even mentioning the strange form of address—just having a Saint King standing there was enough to make them afraid to even breathe. After all, in this whole world, among countless major factions, not a single one had a Saint King sitting in guard!
Even the Star-Moon Divine Sect very likely did not have a Saint King.
"How— how did he do it!?"
The Patriarch of the Spirit Clan simply could not accept what he was seeing; he growled uncontrollably.
The Saint who had been defeated moments ago was none other than one of their own Spirit Clan Elders. Losing a few Divine Palace Realm experts, for a colossus like the Spirit Clan, wasn't a big deal—painful, yes, but not fatal.
But if a Saint fell, it was completely different.
Even a clan as strong as the Spirit Clan would suffer tremendous damage.
After all, it takes ten thousand years to nurture a single Saint!
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Huang Xi descended from the outer void, her entire body crystalline, robes fluttering unstained by mortal dust. Her icy jade-like face and her oceanic aura made the heavens and earth tremble.
A terrifying pressure swept outward, shattering the ground—like ten thousand true dragons bursting forth!
She resembled an ancient immortal woman who had crossed the river of time from millions of years ago, descending into the present. In her hand, she carried a mangled, broken body that made everyone feel cold to the soul.
Others might not know, but everyone present clearly recognized it.
That broken body was none other than a Spirit Clan Saint—an extremely powerful one—who had been suppressed instantly the moment he encountered her.
His cultivation was now sealed; he hung limply like a dead dog in Huang Xi's grasp.
"Sixth Grand-Uncle!"
The Spirit Clan Patriarch roared and tried to rush over to rescue their Saint.
But Huang Xi simply cast her gaze at him.
That single glance was like a mountain crashing down, crushing the void itself. The Patriarch was smashed away instantly; his body exploded into a cloud of blood with a loud bang.
Only a single wisp of his soul managed to escape, fleeing desperately into the void.
"Hissss—!"
Everyone sucked in a cold breath, trembling to their cores.
This was far too terrifying.
The Spirit Clan Patriarch was practically at the level of a half-Saint. He had long reached the peak of the Divine Palace Realm. Many speculated that he had already sensed his Heavenly Tribulation—he simply hadn't undergone it yet because he wanted to further solidify his foundation, so that when he ascended to Sainthood, he could endure one extra tribulation layer.
But now, it was all meaningless.
The young girl needed only a single glance to nearly sever him in half.
Had she used even a bit more strength, the Patriarch of the Spirit Clan would have already been utterly destroyed, his soul scattered to nothing.
"The Spirit Clan's patriarch has fallen to such a state… I fear today we…"
A strong cultivator of the Sea God Palace spoke in a trembling voice, no longer bearing the arrogance from moments before.
With a Saint King here, even if they brought ten Saints, they still could not withstand her.
To stop her, there was only one method—undergo tribulation.
And among those present, the only one who could possibly attempt it… was the Spirit Clan Patriarch.
But his physical body had already been blasted apart, leaving only a tattered remnant of his soul. How could he possibly summon the Heavenly Tribulation now?
Without this trump card, they were like fish laid out on a chopping block—ready for slaughter.
"Senior."
At that moment, an aged voice echoed.
Everyone turned to see Xiao Yuhe in the distance—hair disheveled, his deep eyes hiding traces of fear—as he slowly spoke:
"If I am not mistaken… Senior is not a being of the Desolate Ancient Continent, correct?"
In the cultivation world, there was only one iron rule: the strong take precedence.
Now that Huang Xi's strength far surpassed his own, even though Xiao Yuhe had cultivated far longer, addressing her as "Senior" was only natural.
But saying those two words meant he had already conceded—no longer willing to provoke Huang Xi.
"What does that have to do with you?"
Huang Xi gave Xiao Yuhe a sidelong glance, raised a brow, and then walked over to Li Xun. She tossed the Spirit Clan Saint onto the ground and said cheerfully:
"Master, how do you wish to deal with him?"
"Kill him." Li Xun spoke calmly.
They had already made their intentions clear—seeking to make him an enemy, even recruiting a Quasi-Emperor to send him and the Profound Sun Holy Land into the perilous Abyssal Demons Burial.
There was no reason to show mercy. Killing a Spirit Clan Saint meant one less powerful enemy in the future.
"Very well."
Huang Xi nodded lightly. She lifted her slender hand; a single finger extended toward the Spirit Clan Saint's brow.
Brilliant divine light erupted from her fingertip, filled with an aura capable of annihilating all things.
No one doubted that if this finger landed, even a Saint would be unable to resist.
"Wait!"
Just as Huang Xi was about to execute the Spirit Clan Saint, Xiao Yuhe shouted sharply:
"Li Xun, my young friend—could you perhaps show mercy?"
"After all, enemies are better resolved than made. If you are willing to spare our Spirit Clan friend, the matters of the past can be written off."
"From today onward, neither the Spirit Clan nor the Xiao Clan will be hostile toward you."
"Heh~"
Li Xun chuckled softly, a trace of mockery hidden in his voice. He raised his eyes to look at the Xiao Clan Saint in the distance and said unhurriedly:
"Only the Spirit Clan and the Xiao Clan?"
"What about the Great Chu Imperial Dynasty, the Sea God Palace, and the Star-Moon Divine Sect? What are their attitudes?"
"This…"
Xiao Yuhe was left speechless.
Though his status in the Xiao Clan was lofty, within the Great Chu Imperial Dynasty or the Sea God Palace, he was nothing more than a respected guest. He had no authority to speak on behalf of those powers or decide that they must lay down their grudges.
"You seem to have misunderstood something," Li Xun continued coolly.
"Today, it was you who came here to deal with me, not I who sought you out."
"To think you want to settle everything with merely the life of a single Saint…"
"For me, that is far too unprofitable."
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