Chapter 1157
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He had destroyed a Saint with a single finger .
Saint Xihua watched the figure disappear in the air . His eye twitched slightly, but he was not as agitated or angered as one might imagine . He calmed down after a momentary flutter in his heart, and he looked at the magnificent figure before him .
When Rain Saint had become a Saint, Ye Futian was nothing more than a minor figure .
He remembered those days . That was when XIhua Sacred Mountain had held the Nine States Forum .
Ye Futian, who was still a Noble level cultivator, had brought the destitute people from the Holy Zhi Palace in the Barren State . After missing so many forums, they had finally come to participate in that one .
At that time, the group of people from the Barren State was tiny . As far as the people from the other holy lands were concerned, the people from the Barren State were unnecessary . He still remembered that they had been seated in the last seats, and they were very unhappy about this, feeling like they had been humiliated . The people of the Nine States had just laughed and not thought it was anything serious . But later, they had taken first place in the forum and made everyone else look at them with newfound respect .
But even so, the other holy lands still did not really worry about the Barren State .
How many years had passed since that Nine States Forum?
The one who was once a Noble had slain Rain Saint, upon whom he had once placed such high hopes and made Saint Xihua accept his fate . If he was not experiencing it himself, he would not have believed it .
The old man beside trembled with fear as he watched the scene unfolding in the sky . He and those with him were kneeling on the ground . Everything that had happened today went entirely against what they would have imagined .
Before, Saint Xihua had saved the from the storm, and he had seemed like a god then .
But in a flash, it seemed like this man, who they looked at as a god, would be killed!
What kind of person was the brilliant, incomparable figure in the air?
And that woman . Old Xi had even called her Princess . Was this the Princess of the Ninth Heaven?
Up in the sky, Ye Futian looked down on them all . He fixed his gaze on Saint Xihua .
Woosh! Another figure rose into the sky . It was Saint Xihua's sworn brother, another Saint level cultivator of Xihua Sacred Mountain . He had been a Saint for a long time, but he was still stuck at the first tier of the Saint plane .
When they had fled from the Upper Worlds, they had realized that this day might come, and thus they had left a few people behind in the Upper Worlds .
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The reason he had not returned and had hidden away in the Endless Ocean was so that his juniors would not be dragged into all of this .
Since the outcome of all this was already fixed, there was no reason to struggle . He could face it all honestly .
He had understood as soon as he saw Ye Futian kill Rain Saint . Although they were on the first tier of the Saint plane and had been Saints for many years, there was still a gap between them that neither time nor level could fill .
Some people were destined to stand out from birth . Although Ye Futian had not been a Saint for very long, the combat power that he could bring forth was not something that Saints from the Lower Worlds like them could match . After all, they had relied on outside power to become Saints .
But Ye Futian had been without match in the Upper and Lower Worlds even before he had become a Saint, save perhaps for Princess Xia Qingyuan .
They even suspected that even Xia QIngyuan was not as good as Ye Futian . That day at the battle at the Holy Zhi Palace, the divine light that he had called forth was like that of an Emperor as it covered the world .
Ye Futian saw his opponent shoot into the air, and a powerful airflow surrounded him . His sword will whistled as it shrieked through heaven and earth .
Xuanyuan stepped out, and the sky trembled . He pressed his finger forward, and 10,000 sword wills pierced the sky, shattering everything in their path . Looking down in it, it looked like an endless radiance descending . And right in the middle, there was a giant, holy sword that cut through the sky towards the Saint-level cultivator, who had rushed towards Ye Futian . It cut through him, killing him in mid-air .
The second Saint level cultivator had fallen .
And it had, once again, only taken a single attack .
Of the three Saints of Xihua Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua was the last one left .
Saint Xihua was saddened by this . Once upon a time, Xihua Sacred Mountain had dominated the Nine States and was even slightly stronger than the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty in the Eastern State .
But because of him, it had all been destroyed by one man .
It was a tragedy .
He raised his arms, and suddenly, there was an incomparably fierce airflow in the sky . A bunch of boulders was pulled out of the ground on the beach as loud booming sounds reverberated . The cliffs seemed to be uprooted, and in a flash, huge boulders were floating over a hundred-mile area . The old man trembled as he knelt . His heart went numb as he watched this indescribable scene .
Saint Xihua rose into the air, and the countless boulders rose with him, high up into the sky . Ye Futian and the others were still standing calmly in that infinite sky, with brilliant light shining from them . They watched this happening peacefully .
Several figures stepped forward, blocking the rest of the group .
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Yaya's long hair flew in the wind, and countless sword wills descended from her, cutting through the boulders . A huge sword matrix was formed that gave off a frighteningly bright light . Numerous sword shadows seemed to be reflected on Saint Xihua's body .
The figures behind Glass Saint and Xia Qingyuan stepped forward, indifferently watching Saint Xihua far below them .
Saint Xihua was still moving forward, causing the heavens to tremble . He gave a great cry and shook his hand towards the sky . Everything seemed like it would be buried by his boulders .
"Take him," ordered Xia Qingyuan coldly . As she said this, several Saint-level figures acted at the same time .
Saint Xihua was the last Saint of Xihua Sacred Mountain, so naturally, he could not be allowed to die .
There was a brief but violent burst of combat in the air above the little island, which made the whole island shake . Countless people looked up and watched the short but brilliant battle .
In the end, Old Xi, who had fished on the cliffs, was captured and taken away, leaving only ruins behind .
The man and his family pulled themselves out of these ruins . The waves were beating against the shore, making them shiver from the cold . They looked up into the sky and saw that everyone had disappeared . They were still trembling .
What had they just witnessed?
This was something they would probably never forget as long as they lived .
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The Holy Zhi Palace in the Barren State could be called the most prestigious holy land of the Nine States at that time . There was none like it .
The Sacred War had shaken the Nine States . Ten holy lands had participated, which made it a spectacular event . Later, at the Battle of Proving Holiness, the palace had produced five Saints, which was another spectacular event .
This was in addition to Ye Futian's fame . Countless heroes from around the Nine States had rushed to the Barren State, wanting to ask to cultivate at the Holy Zhi Palace .
Later it was rumored that Ye Futian had helped Emperor Xia achieve victory in the Battle of Empty Realm, making him a highly regarded figure . The Saints of the Holy Zhi Palace had brought ten sacred methods to the Lower Worlds and taught them to the core disciples of the palace .
Even Moon Saint of the Yue clan had sent the most talented juniors of his clan to the Holy Zhi Palace . This showed how outstanding they were .
Since there were too many cultivators who came seeking admittance to the palace, they had to raise the threshold for acceptance . Their disciples were getting more and more outstanding, and in these few short years, many heroes had emerged .
At that moment, the palace was bustling as many of the disciples were there cultivating .
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In the air above the palace, a burst of divine power suddenly descended . Everyone faintly felt it and looked up into the sky .
Douzhan walked out of the palace and looked up as well .
He saw a brilliant light coming down, and then a group of figures descended from the sky .
The two people at their head were heroic and magnificent . It was Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan .
There were many cultivators behind them, as well as a wounded Saint Xihua .
"The Palace Lord has returned!" Everyone looked up into the sky and called out greetings .
Ye Futian had become the symbol of the Holy Zhi Palace; the thing they set their hopes on .
"Welcome, Palace Lord . " Everyone bowed in Ye Futian's direction, overlooking Xia Qingyuan beside him . In the past, this would have been unthinkable . Given her status, she should be the most respected person everywhere she went .
But Ye Futian was unequaled within the palace . None could match his prestige, not even Princess Xia Qingyuan .
He had once fought with everything he had to save the palace . He was undefeated in the Sacred War and had built up the palace's current glory .
Ye Futian nodded to everyone, then walked towards Douzhan, calling out, "Master!"
Douzhan stared at Ye Futian for a bit, then smiled and said, "You've become a Saint, Palace Lord . "
"Mm . " Ye Futian nodded . Suddenly everyone in the palace was shaken .
The Palace Lord had become a Saint . No wonder his bearing was so magnificent . Many of his disciples had felt that something was different .
The Palace Lord had finally stepped onto the Divine Path .
And Saint Xihua, who had once launched a surprise attack on the Holy Zhi Palace, had been captured .
Everyone looked at the wounded, dejected figure behind Ye Futian, and their hearts were filled with many emotions . It was Saint Xihua, who had once been the lord of Xihua Sacred Mountain, and before whom the Holy Zhi Palace had once been insignificant and easily crushed .
Now he had been captured by the Palace Lord and brought back to the palace .
Such was the modern Holy Zhi Palace . Who could resist them?
"Keep doing what you were doing before," said Ye Futian to the people of the palace . He brought those who had come with him into a hall . Saint Jiang's figure flashed over, bringing Little Butterfly and Xu Chehan with him .
A bright smile appeared on Little Butterfly's face when she saw that Ye Futian had become a Saint .
"Elder!" called Ye Futian .
"Palace Lord!" called Saint Jiang . "Greetings, Princess," he said to Xia Qingyuan .
"Mm . " Xia Qingyuan nodded slightly .
Beside her, Ye Futian said, "I need you to help me interrogate someone, elder . "
Saint Jiang naturally knew what Ye Futian meant . He looked at Saint Xihua .
"Will you really humiliate me so, Ye Futian?" asked Saint Xihua .
Ye Futian ignored him, but Douzhan said coldly, "You must have forgotten what you did . "
"If he is not willing to talk, then make him wish he was dead," said Ye Futian coldly .
If he didn't talk, would that be enough?
"Please, Princess, grant me a boon," said Saint Xihua to Xia QIngyuan . He was Saint Xihua; how could he be humiliated like this?
"I know that you have sons in the Upper Worlds, and I already have people watching him . I will do all I can to guarantee their safety . If someone is secretly threatening you, now they won't dare to act against them," said Xia Qingyuan . She guessed what Saint Xihua desired .
Saint Xihua's face paled, and he felt powerless .
He sighed and said, "Princess, if I tell you all that I know, it will still be meaningless . "
He did not know the identity of the man they sought . He could only be sure that none of this was a coincidence . It had all been deliberately planned!