The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings-Chapter 934 - s 882-883: Life Simulation - Casual Instakill, Solution Two-in-One_2

Chapter 934 -s 882-883: Life Simulation – Casual Instakill, Solution Two-in-One_2

Unfortunately, the opponent he faced was not someone of the same realm, but a True Immortal descended to the world. It might be possible for someone at the pinnacle of the Human Path to challenge an Immortal Daoist Strongman, but not for the Mad Saber Guest before him.

Pei Xuanjing remained seated there, unyieldingly still, only slowly raising his hand to strike down with his white, slender palm.

Although the palm was not large, the instant it struck down, it seemed as if a hand was covering the sky, enveloping the entire Heaven and Earth. All the Powerhouses present felt as if they were suffocating under an overwhelming force.

Boom!

Others merely endured the aftermath, while the Mad Saber Guest bore the full brunt of Pei Xuanjing’s move.

When the hand struck, he felt as if he were being rejected by Heaven and Earth, with the infinite force of the Heavenly Earthly Force converging upon him, steadily reducing his room to maneuver. No matter how sharp his Saber Intent, it was utterly meaningless; he could not break free from the confines.

What he didn’t know was that this was the power of the Immortal Dao Realm. Even if the Mad Saber Guest had immense power in his realm, he was still only at the impending cusp of mortal beings, never having undergone the transformation to set foot in the domain of the Immortal Path.

Regarding the hand that Pei Xuanjing struck, he hadn’t even used much of his power; it was more about borrowing the force of Heaven and Earth. At this moment, the Mad Saber Guest was not confronting Pei Xuanjing, but was actually contending with Heaven and Earth itself.

How magnificent is Heaven and Earth, how terrifying the force of Heaven and Earth. Even True Immortals cannot contend; much less a mere mortal being like the Mad Saber Guest. The more terrifying his Saber Intent and the more powerful the strength he displayed, the greater the pressure of Heaven and Earth weighed upon him.

Boom!

When the palm imprint finally descended, such terrifying power covered everything. It all happened in the blink of an eye, even the Powerhouses on the high platform hadn’t reacted yet.

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After the dust settled, the figure of the Mad Saber Guest appeared, now lying there, holding his Long Knife, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Mad Saber Guest was dead, so easily subdued by a palm strike from Pei Xuanjing. He didn’t even have the chance to retaliate, nor did they have any opportunity to intervene.

At this moment, all the Powerhouses present were deeply shaken, especially those who had previously encouraged the Mad Saber Guest to make a move, promising to be ready to intervene.

Shock filled their eyes, disbelief, even traces of fear.

There is great terror between life and death; even these Martial Arts Powerhouses were no exception. Or rather, with all they currently possessed, they were even less willing to die, to go the way of the Mad Saber Guest.

Fear wound its way through their hearts, and many a Powerhouse, once immune to chills of summer and winter, inexplicably felt a trace of coldness on their backs.

The strength of these individuals, even the mightiest of them, would only slightly surpass that of the Mad Saber Guest. Even if they could kill the opponent, it would not be so effortless, and they too would pay a great price.

If this person had engaged the Mad Saber Guest in several exchanges and killed him with seeming ease, they would not have regarded him with such dread and terror. But what of the Highness before them?

He had done it so effortlessly; it could not even be called effortless as he simply subdued a Powerhouse willing to gamble with their lives with a single move. How could this not provoke fear?

Subduing with one move and killing after several exchanges represent completely different meanings.

The latter means that even if the opponent is strong, there is a limit, and they, united, might have a chance to resist. But the former signifies a world of difference, perhaps even if they joined forces, they would not have any chance of resistance, only futilely courting death.

It must be said, Pei Xuanjing’s intention to intimidate was achieved, and even surprisingly well. The Mad Saber Guest’s body lay there motionless; no one stirred. The entire high platform was deathly silent, with none of the Powerhouses making a move or even lifting a hand to act.

Instead, Powerhouses with close ties exchanged glances, all waiting for Pei Xuanjing’s next move. If the situation changed, they would immediately leave, with no hesitation to linger.

This was the effect of Pei Xuanjing’s action to intimidate; if they had contemplated turning the tide before, now that they recognized Pei Xuanjing’s terror, no one was willing to gamble with their lives as the stake.

The alliance that had once been in perfect harmony thus came to an end without illness or death; they all were ready to leave at any moment, as nobody wanted to die. Even if they could fight against His Highness by joining forces, such resistance would undoubtedly result in countless casualties. So who would live, and who would die?

The silence from the high platform had such an impact that even the powerful figures from various forces watching from a distance were greatly shocked.

Although the Mad Saber Guest had not established a force, he was a well-known powerhouse between Heaven and Earth, yet he had been so easily suppressed by Pei Xuanjing. Those Martial Arts warriors from the Twelve-Floor Tower who had felt dissatisfied but had not ascended the platform had their upset now dissipate like smoke. Some were even secretly relieved—they were, at least, not on the high platform at the moment.

“Hehe, have someone take the body of this one down for a proper burial,” Pei Xuanjing ordered. “Regardless, as a Martial Artist, his courage is commendable; he should not be exposed here.”

“Yes!”

Immediately, a guard took action, removing the body of the Mad Saber Guest and cleaning the spot as if nothing had happened.

But how could everything be as if it had never occurred? Even if the atmosphere began to ease and everyone started to smile again at the site, they were all on guard constantly.

Seeing this, Pei Xuanjing wasted no time and said, “You all wanted to know the location of the Human Immortal of the Martial Arts, didn’t you? In fact, I suppose many of you here have already made guesses and merely want this king to confirm them. So I will not be stingy in telling you—the location of the resting place of the True Immortal of the Martial Arts is right here in the Burial Immortal Valley.”

He unveiled the truth, telling everyone that this place was the resting place of the True Immortal of the Martial Arts.

Seeing Pei Xuanjing reveal this so casually, and considering the death of the Mad Saber Guest, these people could not help but sigh in regret. The Mad Saber Guest had been too impulsive; this His Highness was not as unreasonable as he appeared.

That is the advantage of power—often, reason is not as effective as a fist. The so-called reason is to persuade others, but a fist ensures that others are willing to be persuaded.

Yet these same individuals failed to consider why the Mad Saber Guest had dared to stand up in the first place—if not for their instigation, who would have come forward?

“Burial Immortal Valley, I thought it was merely a legend. Who would have expected it to truly be the resting place of a True Immortal!” the temple master’s eyes flashed with a trace of sharpness.

As for what Pei Xuanjing had just disclosed, the temple master did not harbor much doubt, for although the Star Moon Temple, which had inherited the Sanbao Divine Sect’s legacy, had not received the complete transmission, some of their fragmentary phrases had led to speculation.

It was these scattered clues that had motivated generations of temple masters from the Star Moon Temple to persistently search—Longevity was a temptation that lay before them, otherwise, why would they be so driven?

Burial Immortal Valley, Burial Immortal Valley—it fit the bill as the resting place of a True Immortal.

At that moment, whether they believed it or not, these Martial Arts powerhouses had already decided to send people to probe the truth; the temptation of Longevity was right before their eyes.

But just then, the temple master spoke up, “Your Highness, you mentioned that this slumbering True Immortal is continuously harvesting our life force to mend his injuries. Thus, after so many years, it’s unclear whether the True Immortal has already recovered and is about to awaken.”

This was an important issue that occurred to him. The Martial Arts had been flourishing for millions of years, and although it was unknown how grievous the True Immortal’s injuries had been originally, the temple master believed that after all these years and the absorption of so much life force, he must have significantly recuperated.

Although the temple master had never encountered a True Immortal, he was certain they were not something they could deal with; the emergence of the other might precipitate an unprecedented disaster.

Besides, even if the True Immortal of Martial Arts had not yet awakened, they continued to have their life force stolen—this was something the temple master did not wish to see continue.

And since His Highness seemed so knowledgeable about this matter, the temple master wondered if perhaps he knew of a solution.