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He extended his hand, starkly displaying a deep sword wound on his palm which was so bloody that the bone underneath was almost visible.

Also, the sword intention attached to the wound was something that even Ba Hesi Ba couldn’t remove instantly, he could only use True Qi to wrap it up and stop the bleeding.

“Long time no injuries, this really makes me nostalgic.” Ba Hesi Ba looked at the wound on his hand and sighed.

He raised his head and looked at Pei Xuanjing, solemnly asking, “Does that sword have a name?” Pei Xuanjing answered lightly, “Flying Immortal from the Sky!”

“Flying Immortal from the Sky?” Ba Hesi Ba muttered to himself, then said to Pei Xuanjing, “I’ll remember this sword.”

Pei Xuanjing remained silent.

He heard Ba Hesi Ba speak again, “Your sword seems incomplete. If I were to wait for it to truly fully evolve, I’m afraid even I wouldn’t be able to block it.”

Pei Xuanjing shook his head, “I lost. There are no excuses.”

Ba Hesi Ba was right. Pei Xuanjing’s current Flying Immortal from the Sky had fundamentally changed compared to the original.

In the original sword intention, Pei Xuanjing tried to integrate his own fundamental skill Shenxiao Heaven’s Intention into it, but it hadn’t yet succeeded.

Just like Ba Hesi Ba said, according to Pei Xuanjing’s prediction, if it truly becomes a complete skill, its power wouldn’t be comparable to what it is now, and there might be a chance to win.

But failure isn’t necessarily bad, at least it shows that I haven’t yet truly reached the limit of the First-grade Realm.

Having thought this, Pei Xuanjing laughed freely, dispelling his gloom.

Ding Ding Ding…

Just then, a loud ringing sound came from the True Martial Sect behind him.

“Taoist Friend, I didn’t extend you the courtesy for your long journey. Please forgive me.”

The person arrives and his voice follows.

A mellow voice came from the True Martial Sect, as pleasant as a spring breeze against a Buddha’s countenance. “Master has come out!” “Master Sanfeng is out?”

“Taoist Sanfeng?”

Upon hearing this voice, everyone first paused, then showed delight on their faces.

Soon after, a frail, upright old man in Taoist attire with a ruddy complexion descended from the sky.

“Disciple greets Master!” Li Jingxiu and other disciples paid their respects.

“We have met Master Sanfeng.” Many experts on scene echoed together, erupting with tsunami-like voices on Taihe Mountain.

“Greetings, Taoist Sanfeng.” The Celestial Master and others spoke.

Taoist Sanfeng gently waved his sleeve to raise his disciples, then gave a courtesy in return to the

Heroes who had come to aid, “I thank everyone.”

He then spoke to the Celestial Master and others, “Thank you all.”

The Celestial Master and the rest nodded in acknowledgment and comfortably accepted. Next, he set his gaze on Pei Xuanjing, “Thank you, Taoist Friend, for aiding us. I am truly grateful.”

Pei Xuanjing met Taoist Sanfeng’s gaze and gave a slight smile, “You’re too kind.”

Taoist Sanfeng nodded slightly and said, “Once I have settled things here, I’ll discuss the Tao with everyone.”

Having said that, he took a step forward toward Ba Hesi Ba and addressed, “I have met the National Master.”

Ba Hesi Ba responded respectfully, “I, Ba Hesi Ba, have met the real person.”

Taoist Sanfeng nodded, then said, “As our guest, you should be treated with courtesy. However, you have harmed my guest, so don’t blame me for being unsparing. Since you’re here for a challenge, I give you two hours, after which we shall fight.”

His words were gentle but lacked any ounce of politeness.

This demeanor was nothing like what Pei Xuanjing had imagined — a profound and lofty senior grandmaster with an amiable manner. Instead, it was full of dominance and absolute refusal.

Pei Xuanjing found this surprising but many people, especially Zhang Zhizhan and Master Jie Tan, found no dissonance.

The title of “number one in Central Plains Martial Arts” wasn’t earned for nothing, it was fought for one punch, one kick at a time.

And did they really believe that Taoist Sanfeng, who occupied Taihe Mountain and created his own sect, was an amiable fellow?

Why were there only stories of Taoist Sanfeng’s wisdom and not of his enemies?

“That’s because most of his enemies are dead.” Danyang Zi sighed to Pei Xuanjing through a secret voiced transmission.

A look of understanding appeared on Pei Xuanjing’s face as he realized.

The so-called “no rivals in the world” truly meant suppressing all enemies, naturally leaving no enemies.

In literature, there’s no first; in martial arts, there’s no second.

The title of number one wasn’t simply won. Who would willingly yield without being scared away or crushed in a fight?

Moreover, Pei Xuanjing remembered something else. Why had there been few news of the Demonic Way in the six hundred years since he’d been here?

According to what Bai Xiaosheng and others had said then, there was constant internal strife and inter-sect fighting within the Demonic Way, making it difficult to decide on a leader.

But why was there constant strife within the Demonic Way?

Wasn’t it precisely because of this Taoist Sanfeng’s devastating tactics, slashing down and suppressing many top figures of the Demonic Way, causing the Demon Way’s passing to almost stop for a generation, slowly declining and never uniting even after six hundred years?

The mountain wind whistled, bringing an eerie silence upon Taihe Mountain.

All the eyes were fixed on the National Master of Great Yuan, Ba Hesi Ba, waiting for his response.

Aren’t you Ba Hesi Ba here to challenge Master Sanfeng?

Now he’s here and he hasn’t shirked, he’s agreed to your challenge, so make your move!

Under the watchful gazes of the masses, a smile appeared on Ba Hesi Ba’s face. He was not offended by Taoist Sanfeng’s words.

He suddenly took a step forward. His aura began to skyrocket, and his booming voice spread in all directions, “Esoteric Sect’s Ba Hesi Ba, please enlighten me, Master!”

Boom!

A surge of intense heat rolled forth, filling the air with an overwhelming Blood Qi, like an uncontrollable flooding river.

Just the rich Blood Qi bursting from him made Pei Xuanjing give him a second look.

This was a result of his hundred years of accumulated strength, slowly honed and tempered day by day. Even with a simulator, Pei Xuanjing couldn’t match it.

Pei Xuanjing speculated that without the help of a simulator, it would take at least thirty years of hard cultivation to reach this level of blood strength.

Even with the augmenting simulator, barring any unforeseen early death, it would take him until he was sixty to accumulate such a formidable Blood Qi.

Thus, one could see the gap between them. Even with the simulator at hand, Pei Xuanjing still lacked quite a bit compared to such a strong character.

“If Ba Hesi Ba were born six hundred years later, he would surely be able to break the constraints of Heaven and Earth and ascend to the Spirit Realm when the Heavens and Earth recover,” Pei Xuanjing thought with emotion.

Ultimately, he was born in the wrong era. It was not him, but the era that was wrong..