Recently, the martial world had been constantly discussing how the Eternal Sect occupied a newly unearthed spirit stone mine and repelled first and second-rate sect powerhouses. As the news spread wider, it stirred tremendous shock.

Winning the championship at the Dragon-Tiger Tournament proved this newly rising sect had strength, but being able to contend with established major sects was somewhat unexpected.

After learning the news, Mu Changhong, Yi Tianxing, and others evaluated Jun Changxiao as having increasingly audacious courage.

Naturally so.

Among numerous sects, forcibly monopolizing a mineral vein alone—such a thing was simply explosively awesome.

Of course, they were also very worried. Would the Brilliant Light Sacred Sect and Proud World Sacred Sect, having suffered great losses, willingly accept defeat without taking further action?

Of course they would act.

They’d just been constantly considering whether or not to deploy a Martial Saint to deal with this sect that possessed various supreme treasures and equipment.

After a period of deliberation, the Brilliant Light Sacred Sect still decided to deploy one—not only for the spirit stone mine, but even more for their sect’s reputation.

So hovering in mid-air, that white-haired, youthful-faced old man was a genuine Martial Saint powerhouse, in cultivation completely equal to Han, the City Lord of Great Sovereign Imperial City.

He still had considerable bearing, constantly keeping his hands behind his back, his eyes overflowing with indifference.

This absolutely wasn’t the deliberate arrogance displayed by pampered young masters, but rather the pride and aura that should belong to a powerhouse second only to Emperor-level.

As for the other person, he was a Proud World Sacred Sect powerhouse, his strength still at the Half-Step Martial Saint level. He’d met the Brilliant Light Sacred Sect halfway here. His purpose in coming to the Eternal Sect was to rescue the captured Half-Saint.

The current situation was this:

Outside Tiegu Mountain hovered three Half-Saints and one Martial Saint—the lineup could truly be called super luxurious.

In the past, powerhouses of this level, forget the remote Southwest Yang Province—even second and third-rate sects might not necessarily see them.

However, Ding Xingwang alone hovered above the Sect Protection Array, facing off against four powerhouses. Not only was he completely unafraid, he even tilted his head, looking at the Half-Saint he’d previously schemed against, his face showing a sinister, eerie smile.

Jun Changxiao sat outside the great hall, leisurely sipping tea.

He wouldn’t appear for this kind of matter—he’d completely entrusted it to Ding Xingwang, who’d just joined the sect.

Indeed.

Previously spending millions of spirit stones so readily had been extremely wise!

“Who was it that fainted from heartache?” the System added insult to injury.

That Brilliant Light Sacred Sect Half-Saint, seeing Ding Xingwang’s extremely punchable appearance, roared: “Without others helping, do you think you could scheme against me?”

Thinking back to the recent incident, his belly was full of fire.

This evil cultivator’s strength was merely Emperor-level. If he hadn’t been distracted fighting Gongsun Haohai, how could he have been repeatedly taken advantage of and left in such embarrassment?

“Come, come.”

Ding Xingwang flew out toward the sect exterior, hovering in a more spacious area below. “Today, this old man won’t seek help—I’ll properly battle you.”

“Really?”

That Half-Saint gave a cold smile.

Inwardly he was wondering, might this fellow try some trick again?

If it were an orthodox opponent, he’d have no fear. But for an evil cultivator, careful consideration was necessary.

“Elder Qin.”

The Martial Saint said indifferently: “Since he’s seeking a battle with you, how can you refuse?”

Elder Qin, who was considering whether to go, heard this and the corner of his mouth twitched. In the end, he could only steel himself and fly over.

It’s fine, it’s fine.

He’s just an Emperor-level evil cultivator. As long as no one assists, even if he has underhanded tricks, what do I, a Half-Step Martial Saint, have to fear?

Thinking thus, Elder Qin stopped ten-some zhang away, his eyes cold: “Old fellow…”

“Whoosh!”

He’d just started speaking when gusts of cold, sinister wind suddenly transmitted in front of him. Ding Xingwang had already appeared out of thin air, his withered hand palm gathering evil aura and directly smashing over!

“Boom!”

An explosive sound came, evil aura rampaging!

“Rumble—”

That empty area outside Tiegu Mountain immediately caved downward, presenting a gigantic five-finger imprint.

That Brilliant Light Sacred Sect Elder Qin lay in the center of the palm print, his entire body having caved several zhang deep. His chest clothing was corroded, his skin showing a pitch-black palm print.

He’d already fainted with a ferocious expression, but the black palm print continued releasing sinister evil aura, like threads spreading toward all sides of his body, slowly corroding his meridians.

“Little brat.”

Ding Xingwang hovered in mid-air. “When this old man was roaming the martial world, you were still in split-crotch pants playing with urine and mud.”

With one palm directly smashing a Half-Step Martial Saint into unconsciousness—this former-generation powerhouse was truly extremely domineering!

“Amazing!”

Li Fei’s eyes widened.

The Eternal Sect disciples’ gazes also revealed worship, clearly not expecting Senior Five Absolutes’ strength to be so terrifying!

“Tch.”

Ye Xingchen gave a cold snort.

Though this evil sect Martial Saint was quite formidable, in his prime he was still nothing but trash.

Ding Xingwang’s single palm smashing Elder Qin unconscious left the two Half-Saints from Brilliant Light Sacred Sect and Proud World Sacred Sect dumbfounded.

This sinister old man’s strength appeared to be merely Martial Emperor—how could he have such terrifying combat power? Could he have been concealing his cultivation from the start?

Absolutely.

As a thorough evil cultivator, when fighting he never relied on aura to intimidate. If he could conceal it, he would conceal it, then seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal strike.

That Martial Saint who’d constantly maintained indifference showed rare gravity between his brows, then said in a deep voice: “This is Five Absolutes Palm. What is your relationship to the Five Absolutes Evil Saint?”

Five Absolutes Evil Saint?

The two Half-Saints’ expressions instantly changed dramatically.

This was an evil sect Martial Saint from over three thousand years ago—brutal in temperament, killing-addicted, with at least eight thousand if not ten thousand orthodox experts dying at his hands!

Later, the Hundred-Faced Medical Saint took action to subdue him, and he’d been silent ever since.

The Five Absolutes Evil Saint’s famous martial technique was Five Absolutes Palm—powerful and extremely vicious. Those struck would suffer from five types of evil aura rampaging, ultimately dying in unbearable agony.

“Ke ke ke.”

Ding Xingwang laughed eerily: “This old man has retreated from the martial world for over three thousand years, yet someone still remembers. Not bad, not bad.”

The Martial Saint said in shock: “You are the Five Absolutes Evil Saint?”

If earlier he was merely becoming serious, now he was clearly somewhat nervous.

After all, over three thousand years ago, he’d only just stepped into Martial Emperor level. In terms of seniority alone, he was far inferior to the Five Absolutes Evil Saint!

“Little brat.”

Ding Xingwang smiled evilly: “This old man’s Five Absolutes Palm is a closely guarded secret. What do you think?”

“…” That Martial Saint’s mouth twitched slightly.

The other two Half-Saints’ foreheads gradually seeped cold sweat, clearly having confirmed that this sinister fellow should indeed be the Five Absolutes Evil Saint from three thousand years ago.

Wasn’t that fellow dealt with by the Hundred-Faced Medical Saint? How is he still alive? How could he be at the Eternal Sect!

“Elder Ding.”

Jun Changxiao, sitting outside the great hall, said: “Since they’ve traveled ten thousand li to come here, you should represent this master in properly hosting them, lest we lose our courtesy as hosts.”

“Yes, Sect Master,” Ding Xingwang said.

That Martial Saint and two Half-Saints immediately understood—this former-generation powerhouse was an Eternal Sect Elder!

No wonder they dared disregard various sects and forcibly monopolize the spirit stone mine—an evil cultivator Martial Saint was hidden within their sect!

“You three.”

Ding Xingwang smiled: “Will you come up one at a time, or all together?”

“…” The three’s mouths twitched slightly.

“Swoosh!”

Just then, space trembled!

Ding Xingwang appeared before the Half-Saint Jun Changxiao had previously slashed away. “If you won’t come up, this old man will come down.”

“Rumble!”

That Half-Saint, like Elder Qin, was directly smashed down, fainting unconscious in a caved-in deep pit, a pitch-black palm print showing on his chest.

The Proud World Sacred Sect Half-Saint was scared into panic and confusion, about to hastily flee. However, before he could turn around, he felt sinister wind howling toward him, then with a “boom” crashed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye.

Three Half-Step Martial Saints had all fainted under Ding Xingwang’s three palms—this strength was truly extremely terrifying!