"amitabha, gentlemen, it is not advisable to create such a wanton slaughter."
Just then, golden Buddha light enveloped the entire Tian Yan Sect, and countless Disciples from other Sects fell to the ground, their Aura completely gone.
Among them, the five Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators also had solemn expressions.
The owner of these words was not simple.
"Which Fellow Daoist?"
The five of them turned their heads to look behind them.
Wu Xin, with hands clasped together, had a smile on his Face.
When Chu Xue saw the current scene, she rushed straight to Bai Mei.
"Master, are you alright?"
Chu Xue helped up Bai Mei, who was lying on the ground, her Face full of anxiety.
"Disciple...Disciple, you're not dead?"
Looking at the living Chu Xue in front of him, Bai Mei touched his eyes in disbelief.
He clearly knew that dozens of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators were chasing Chu Xue, so how did his Disciple, a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, survive in the hands of dozens of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators?
The next moment, he saw Wu Xin and Ye Lin in the distance.
"Disciple, these two young people are..."
Looking at Wu Xin and Ye Lin, Bai Mei's eyes were filled with doubt.
"Master, one of them is the Buddha Son of Fo Shan."
When they arrived, Wu Xin and Chu Xue had already introduced themselves to each other.
Upon hearing that Chu Xue was Ye Lin's Master, Wu Xin looked strangely at Ye Lin, then at Chu Xue.
After Chu Xue finished speaking, Bai Mei's eyes widened as he looked at Chu Xue.
"Wh-what? The Buddha Son of Fo Shan?"
Bai Mei's Face was filled with disbelief; he had roamed the Jianghu in his youth and knew a little about the pattern of Tianhe County.
He had, of course, heard of Foshan, what kind of place it was.
That was a reclusive power in Tianhe County, incredibly strong, and even had a Combined Dao Stage True Lord presiding over it.
Such a Sect, even in the entire Tianhe County, was top-tier.
He never expected his Disciple to know such a person?
Did that mean his Tian Yan Sect was saved? And there was even hope for further advancement?
At this, his back no longer hurt, and the injuries he had just sustained instantly felt better.
With the Buddha Son of Fo Shan here, what a joke, just these few Trash?
"What about the other one?"
Bai Mei looked at Chu Xue and asked doubtfully.
And Chu Xue's cheeks reddened slightly.
"He...his name is Ye Lin, he is Disciple's Disciple, and also a Nameless Mountain Disciple."
After Chu Xue finished speaking, Bai Mei's recently calmed mood was once again shocked.
A Nameless Mountain Disciple? A Disciple of the Nameless Mountain, the number one power of the Eastern Continent Human Clan?
That wasn't important; what was important was that this was actually his Disciple's Disciple.
By that calculation, wouldn't that make him his grand-Disciple?
When did he get a Nameless Mountain grand-Disciple?
Sitting at home, and a background falls from the sky?
After sorting out the background, Bai Mei felt like he could be a thousand years younger.
"Who are you two?"
The five Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators looked at Ye Lin and Wu Xin in front of them, their expressions solemn.
Such young bone ages and such powerful cultivation must mean they are not simple.
Bone age represents a person's true age; appearance might deceive, but bone age absolutely will not.
The bone ages of the two in front of them definitely did not exceed thirty.
Human Race Cultivators, Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators are generally over eight hundred years old.
But these two, not exceeding thirty, this was truly astonishing.
These few people, after years of struggling, had summarized a theory.
Young age, high cultivation, strong combat power, unknown origin—it's best not to provoke them.
"Little Monk will not reveal his identity, but gentlemen, Little Monk's purpose here is only to send you to your graves."
Wu Xin said lightly, and the five Cultivators, as if granted a great pardon, surged with Aura.
"Want to kill us? With just you, a mere Nascent Soul Stage? Ridiculous."
One of the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, after sensing Wu Xin's cultivation, sneered.
All five of them were Nascent Soul Peak Stage, while the one in front was merely a child in the Nascent Soul Early Stage; truly boastful.
And...
"Come out."
As he waved his hand, ten more Nascent Soul Peak Stage Cultivators appeared in the sky above the Tian Yan Sect.
To annihilate the Demonic Body, the ten great Sects had truly brought out all their foundations.
After all, historically, any force that had offended a Demonic Body had never remained unscathed.
Even those so-called Immortal Sects in Central Continent had been purged by Demonic Bodies.
Forces with a Great Ascension Stage Half-Immortal presiding over them are called Immortal Sects.
Other forces, except for small ones, hardly dared to use the title 'Immortal', because their Sect's Luck couldn't bear it.
Only a Great Ascension Stage Half-Immortal could suppress such Karma.
So, to ensure foolproof success, they mobilized all their Sect's foundations directly.
This was merely to ensure a hundred percent annihilation of a little girl with no cultivation.
Speaking of which, it was truly ironic.
"Now, I'll give you one last chance: state your origin, otherwise..."
Looking at Wu Xin in front of them, one of the Cultivators warned him one last time.
They were wary, wary of Wu Xin's identity.
If Wu Xin were the successor of some great power and they killed him, then the trouble would be immense.
Their ten great Sects had mobilized so extensively precisely to ensure the elimination of the Demonic Body and prevent it from growing and seeking revenge, right?
But now, if Wu Xin really were the successor of a great power and they killed him, then the joke would be huge.
Their ten great Sects would be mocked for thousands of years, even if they were destroyed.
After all that, they still couldn't escape the fate of Sect destruction.
"I am just an ordinary person; today, I ask you to return to the earth."
Wu Xin said as he walked, his Aura growing stronger.
A moment later, Ye Lin looked at Wu Xin behind him, lost in thought.
"Benefactor, go ahead. With so many people, Little Monk can't handle it."
Wu Xin finished speaking, acting as if nothing had happened, and looked into the distance.
Ye Lin rubbed his head, raised his right hand, and gently flicked it.
The sword pellet on his wrist shot up into the sky, and the six sword pellets collided, instantly forming a longsword.
The longsword charged towards the fifteen Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.
"How dare you! Today, no matter where you come from, you will die."
Seeing Ye Lin act so quickly, one of the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators was furious; Ye Lin's action showed no regard for them whatsoever.
The higher a person's cultivation, the more they care about Face.
"Sword One, Sword Shatters the Firmament, Slash."
Ye Lin held his hands like a sword and lightly swiped.
Throughout the entire process, his feet did not move an inch.
The fifteen Nascent Soul Peak Stage Cultivators in front looked intimidating, but they were just a bunch of small fries.
Even Wu Xin could easily kill them.
Moreover, these fifteen Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, not a single one had comprehended a Concept.
And their ages were all over four thousand five hundred years, fellows who were about to enter the earth.
He truly didn't know how these Trash had managed to Breakthrough to Nascent Soul Peak Stage.
The next moment, sword light flashed, and before they could even raise their hands to block, the figures of the fifteen transformed into flying ash, dissipating between heaven and earth.
Not even corpses were left behind.
Prodigies are so valued by major powers precisely because of their high combat power and strong talent.
If Prodigies were like ordinary Cultivators, then why bother nurturing them?
If that were truly the case, the Human Race would have been annihilated long ago.
The Human Race has been able to survive from the Ancient Era until now, and to rise, all thanks to generations of Heavenly Pride of the Human Clan bearing the heavy burden.
It is precisely because of the existence of these Heavenly Pride of the Human Clan that the Human Race can survive safely in this world.
This is also why Cultivators are divided into two types: ordinary Cultivators and Prodigy Cultivators.
Everyone is equal? That doesn't exist. Some people are born in Rome, while others are born in the gutter.
