When that palm print from the depths of the starry sky pressed down, the entire world seemed to lose its color, everyone as if frozen in place.

“Someone from the Upper Realm?”

He Wudi was shocked in his heart.

Although his body couldn’t move, his consciousness remained, and he could sense that the descending palm print carried inviolable power from the Upper Realm.

He Wudi was filled with confusion: “How did this guy anger someone from above, making them willing to tear through space to eliminate him?”

Could it be that like himself, he was also someone who escaped down here to take refuge?

Alas.

Being discovered, there’s no saving him.

He Wudi was helpless.

If he still had his former cultivation, even if he only recovered ten percent, he could easily break this kind of power, but now he couldn’t even move, could only watch helplessly as his fellow sect member was suppressed.

Speaking of which, the palm print pressing down covered most of the competition platform, so why wasn’t he worried despite being within it?

Because this kind of power from the Upper Realm, though seemingly enormous, was actually only locked onto Ye Xingchen alone and wouldn’t affect the surroundings.

“Ao Wushuang is quite pitiful too.”

He Wudi thought darkly: “Being stepped on by Ye Xingchen, he’ll inevitably be implicated.”

Wait!

Just at this moment, a force suddenly erupted from the observation platform, rushing over at the fastest speed.

He Wudi could still use a tiny bit of spiritual sense under the enormous restraint, instantly capturing that the sect master was actually standing in front of Ye Xingchen, an extremely strong aura erupting from his entire body, his whole body already covered by steel-like battle armor.

This powerful pressure actually couldn’t restrain him!

Moreover, that surge of power erupting from the sect master’s body seemed even stronger than when he abused the Extreme Cold Palace Grand Elder!

As expected!

This guy has been hiding his true strength all along!

But why does he only explode at critical moments like this—is he cheap or what!

If Jun Changxiao, who had just crushed the Heaven and Earth Talisman and activated the defensive form of the Armed Wings, heard this disciple’s inner thoughts, he would definitely kick him all the way to Earth with a flying kick!

Ye Xingchen, who had thought death was inevitable, saw the sect master standing before him completely covered in steel, his facial expression freezing.

“Xingchen.”

Jun Changxiao stood in front of him, facing the palm print about to press down, and said: “With this seat here, no one can harm you.”

This kind of selfless love from the sect master instantly made Ye Xingchen…

Boom—

The enormous palm print viciously pressed down on the competition platform, immediately raising dust that filled the sky!

When everything dispersed, less than half the competition platform had caved in with a massive palm print, while Li Qingyang and others in the distance weren’t affected.

However.

They were still in a frozen state, as if time had stopped.

Only He Wudi knew clearly that Upper Realm people had restrictions and couldn’t casually act in the lower realm, unless they couldn’t help it, then they would use divine powers to seal everything.

Looking down from above, one could see at the center of the pressed palm print there was a piece of intact ground that hadn’t been destroyed.

Ye Xingchen stood there with a dazed expression, while the sect master fully armed in steel gradually emerged from the dust, his arms crossed in an X, grimacing as he said: “This palm was really damned powerful…”

“Who are you?” The melodious voice rang in his ears.

Jun Changxiao didn’t answer this question, but looked toward the rift in the firmament, his gaze cold as he said: “This palm, this seat received it for his disciple. In the future, he will definitely repay it a hundredfold!”

“Repay a hundredfold?”

That melodious voice transmitted: “You think he’s qualified?”

“Sect Master!”

Just at this moment, He Wudi transmitted: “The one who acted must be from the Upper Realm. The Upper Realm has realm rules—they cannot disturb the lower realm. Quickly bring this up to intimidate!”

He hadn’t heard the melodious voice, but was one hundred percent certain the one who acted came from the Upper Realm. At this time, using the realm rules to pressure them should be able to reverse the situation!

Strong warriors coming down from higher planes just had experience.

Jun Changxiao’s mind also turned especially fast as he said calmly: “This is the lower realm. You acted without authorization—aren’t you afraid of disturbing the order of heaven and earth, thereby suffering punishment from the realm rules?”

“…”

The melodious voice gradually stopped ringing, as if falling into deep thought and hesitation.

After a moment, a gentle voice transmitted to Ye Xingchen’s ears: “Considering that you and I once loved each other, I hope you can conduct yourself properly and be a peaceful ordinary person in the lower realm.”

“Whoosh—”

The rift existing in the firmament suddenly began to heal, in the blink of an eye restoring to its original state as if nothing had happened, and the powerful pressure existing in the venue also gradually dissipated.

“Phew!”

Jun Changxiao retracted his Armed Wings, taking a deep breath as his hands trembled violently.

The Heaven and Earth Talisman and the Armed Wings’ defensive form could only let him barely barely receive that descending palm print—if it came again, he would definitely be done for.

However.

Who was that melodious voice?

Why would she condense such a strong palm print to kill Ye Xingchen?

The system said: “Do you even need to think? It’s definitely his past life’s enemy.”

“In that case.”

Jun Changxiao thought darkly: “This disciple of mine is not only a reborn powerful warrior, but a powerful warrior from the Upper Realm.”

“Correct.”

The system said with certainty.

Strangely enough, after the spatial rift disappeared, even the caved-in palm print disappeared, the destroyed competition platform also restored, as if time had flowed backward to the scene just after Ye Xingchen finished abusing Ao Wushuang.

But what couldn’t be recovered was Jun Changxiao’s dead Heaven and Earth Talisman.

“Sect Master Jun.”

Just at this moment, City Lord Han collapsed: “When did you run down there!”

At that moment, Jun Changxiao discovered that the audience were all looking at him. They seemed not to remember what had just happened, and even the originally pitch-black projection light screens had recovered, displaying his heroically handsome figure within.

“Swish!”

He had a flash of inspiration and once again pulled out a banner, loudly shouting: “Don’t miss this opportunity—it won’t come again!”

Jun Changxiao used action to tell everyone that he suddenly appeared on the competition platform just to advertise!

“Nonsense!”

City Lord Han rebuked: “Don’t interfere with the competition, come up quickly!”

“Alright.”

Jun Changxiao put away the banner.

However, before leaving, he glanced at Ao Wushuang, half-dead under foot, and said: “That’s about enough, don’t cause a fatality.”

“Bang!”

Ye Xingchen kicked Ao Wushuang off the competition platform, saying coolly: “Trash.”

He was trying hard to control his emotions, pretending to still be continuing the competition, but pain beyond words was transmitting through his heart.

“Considering that you and I once loved each other, I hope you can conduct yourself properly and be a peaceful ordinary person in the lower realm.” The melodious voice transmitted to his ears like needles viciously stabbing Ye Xingchen’s heart.

This kind of condescension toward him was truly difficult for his proud nature to accept.

So what?

Never mind his current self—even the Night Emperor at his peak was merely an ant before a supremely powerful warrior.

Unwilling.

Truly unwilling!

“Senior Brother Ye.”

He Wudi transmitted: “A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years.”

He believed Ye Xingchen also came from the Upper Realm, immediately developing a fellow sufferer’s feeling.

That’s right.

A gentleman’s revenge—ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years are never too late.

“Phew!”

Ye Xingchen exhaled a long breath, thinking darkly: “Killing me once, bestowing one palm—just as the sect master said, when the time comes I’ll repay it to you a hundredfold.”

Thinking to this point, he looked at Jun Changxiao who was chatting and laughing with City Lord Han, his gaze flickering with complex emotions.

When that terrifying palm print pressed down, he had actually blocked in front of him. If he died, wasn’t he worried Ten Thousand Ancient Sect would fall apart like a tree falling and monkeys scattering?

Or was it.

That a disciple’s life was truly that important to him, not allowing others to harm even a fraction?

When Jun Changxiao led a large group of disciples to charge toward Extreme Cold Palace, Ye Xingchen had once thought such reckless behavior—how could he accomplish great things in the future? But just now at that life-or-death moment, he seemed to instantly understand many things.

“Senior Brother Ye.”

Su Xiaomo smiled: “Do you want to continue fighting?”

Ye Xingchen looked at him, looked at Li Qingyang and the others, thinking darkly: “This sect master, these fellow sect members, are truly… hateful.”

“Swish!”

Turning around, he pointed at the Proud World Sacred Sect disciples: “Trash, come fight!”

…

Through clouds and mist, through the firmament, in that seemingly real yet illusory palace, a graceful figure lazily reclined on a throne, softly saying: “With his personality, being able to humble himself in a sect is truly quite strange.”

“Master.”

A black-clothed person appeared floating, saying: “The people from Realm Hall are requesting you come explain why you acted without authorization in the lower realm.”

“They noticed this quickly?” That graceful silhouette murmured: “Fortunately I didn’t act again, otherwise I’d be deliberately made difficult by those old fossils again.”