C1361 Give You a Palm!
C1361 Give You a Palm!
Such beings were rare, even within the esteemed Elemental Spirit Sect. Previously, not even the Peak Masters had attained the late Emperor Level. At this crucial juncture, a late Emperor Level warrior stood ready, his demeanor grave and focused.
The elite Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of Elemental Spirit City had convened, their faces etched with solemnity and eyes reflecting deep respect as they awaited in silence. They had been informed that a group, potentially including two peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, was soon to arrive via the teleportation formation.
The Elemental Spirit Sect, still reeling from the severe losses sustained during the Devil Cloud battle, had only one Ancestor remaining at its peak strength. This venerable Ancestor was now the sect's bastion, unable to venture out lightly.
The approaching team, rumored to have not one, but two peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, presented a lineup that was nothing short of terrifying. They were heading directly for the Elemental Spirit Sect, which could not afford to take any chances. In response, they dispatched a late Emperor Level Martial Cultivator to extend a proper welcome. Though the visitors' intentions remained unknown, it was crucial to demonstrate the utmost respect and hospitality.
As time trickled by, the teleportation hall was shrouded in an oppressive silence, with no one daring to break it. The other teleportation formations had been shut down, save for the one designated for the incoming group, kept active as a precaution.
The wait was agonizingly slow, a test of patience for everyone present. Then, after an indeterminate span, the hum of the teleportation formation broke the stillness. The warriors' expressions shifted to heightened alertness as they fixed their gaze on the formation, a picture of utmost reverence. A burst of white light emanated from a formation to the left, signaling the imminent arrival.
The white light grew increasingly intense.
Soon after, it reached its zenith and vanished, leaving behind two silhouettes.
One stood in front, the other behind.
The one in front appeared young, likely in his twenties, while the individual behind was of middle age.
Perched on the shoulder of the younger figure was a bizarre, blood-red demonic beast, unrecognizable by its species.
Everything matched the description they had received perfectly.
Suddenly, an overwhelming presence, as heavy as a mountain, shrouded the entire teleportation hall.
The crushing aura of a peak Emperor Level!
It was indeed them!
"Young Guo Yunfan pays his respects to the elder. On behalf of the Elemental Spirit Sect, I welcome you as our guest!"
It felt as though the Void itself had solidified.
The pressure exerted by a peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator was truly fearsome.
Even Guo Yunfan, who had attained Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage, found himself involuntarily bending over, unable to stand erect as if a colossal mountain weighed upon his back.
Though the Elemental Spirit Sect boasted peak Emperor Level experts among its ranks, they were revered ancestors, and even as Sect Seniors, encounters with them were rare.
To be directly suppressed by such might was unheard of.
It was at this moment that the true extent of the peak Emperor Level's supremacy on the Dongyuan Continent became clear.
It was overwhelmingly formidable, far beyond their own capabilities.
With this realization, their reverence deepened.
"Who said I came here as a guest!"
The other's voice, though calm, was laden with an extraordinary significance.
It struck them like thunder on a lake's surface, sending ripples across their minds.
Guo Yunfan and the other Emperor Level Martial Cultivators felt a tremor of apprehension.
Had the worst-case scenario unfolded?
Did the visitor harbor malevolent intentions?
Yet, the voice was youthful and carried an echo of familiarity.
"Guo Yunfan, Peak Master of the Sharp Gold Peak, it has indeed been a long while. Do you still remember me, once a nameless soldier?"
The voice came again, tinged with amusement.
Guo Yunfan's heart raced as a past image surfaced in his mind, leading him to a sudden conjecture.
He lifted his head slightly to look at the newcomer.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous boom!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, leaving him rooted to the spot in shock and disbelief.
"It's you? How is this possible…"
Guo Yunfan could neither fathom nor dare to believe what he was seeing.
This group was well-known among the high-ranking martial artists of the Dongyuan Continent, rumored to include two peak Emperor Level experts.
The young man leading the team—could it really be Lin Xuan, a direct disciple of the Zhenwu Branch?!
Guo Yunfan remembered Lin Xuan because of his exceptional talent, which stood out even among his peers, including those from the six major powers.
Moreover, Lin Xuan had slain his direct disciple, Guo Yushi, during the Great Competition of Ten Bloodlines of the Elemental Spirit Sect.
Later, in an attempt to test Wu Juechen and eliminate the threat of Lin Xuan's boundless potential, Guo Yunfan had personally attacked him, aiming to end his life.
Instead, he had drawn the wrath of Wu Juechen, who saved Lin Xuan, and Guo Yunfan himself was the one who ended up injured.
That was why Lin Xuan was etched in his memory.
However, after the turmoil in Devil Essence City, Wu Juechen, the Master of Zhenwu Branch, betrayed and ambushed the Sect Master.
The Zhenwu Branch disciples either fled or were led into the Devil Cloud Sect by Wu Juechen.
From that moment on, the once illustrious Zhenwu Branch of the Elemental Spirit Sect had disappeared without a trace.
And Lin Xuan had vanished, never to be heard from again across the entire continent.
Guo Yunfan could never have imagined that their next encounter would be under these circumstances, with their roles completely reversed.
While Guo Yunfan was still struggling to accept this reality, the other party was fully aware.
"Since you delivered a palm strike to me once, today I shall return the favor."
Lin Xuan had not anticipated that he would meet Guo Yunfan, the former Peak Master of Sharp Gold Peak, here and in such a manner.
Guo Yunfan's cultivation had indeed progressed, advancing from Level 6 to Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage.
Although it was merely advancing one level, it represented a significant leap from the middle to the late period of cultivation. Quite impressive, really, considering his aura had yet to fully stabilize.
Lin Xuan couldn't forget the palm strike Guo Yunfan had delivered back on True Martial Peak. At that time, Lin Xuan hadn't yet broken through to the Martial King Stage, while Guo Yunfan was at Level 6 of the Martial Monarch Stage. The disparity in their power was vast, like a chasm separating heaven and earth. He had been utterly defenseless against that strike. Had Wu Juechen not stepped in just in time, Lin Xuan would have faced grave danger.
Now, facing Guo Yunfan once more, Lin Xuan, with his newfound strength, was not about to let this opportunity slip by. His expression remained serene as he launched a palm strike. A seemingly insubstantial, transparent palm print, devoid of any apparent force, flew towards Guo Yunfan. Yet, from Guo Yunfan's perspective, the scene was entirely different. A jolt ran through his body, and a wave of fear like none he had ever known before crashed over him. He was acutely aware that in the next instant, he might very well meet his end right there.