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Though one of the Two Supremes, Beikun held a status unattainable by mere mortals, yet his height had always been a significant flaw.
Anyone who dared to call him short would meet a grim fate.
When Yan Changting called him "shorty," it sent Beikun's anger soaring to its peak.
In an instant, Beikun's temper exploded as he charged forward, swinging a wooden stick.
The ground shook with their every move, but both were careful not to cause unnecessary destruction.
As a wooden stick came crashing down, the sound of it slicing through the air echoed in their ears. Yan Changting met the attack with all his might, fists raised. The momentum from both sides was unstoppable; however, it appeared that fists were harder than wood. To everyone's surprise, after the collision, the stick remained intact while Yan Changting, despite his higher cultivation level, was forced back several steps.
"Impressive!" Yan Changting exclaimed in admiration.
"Hmph." Beikun snorted coldly and tossed the wooden stick behind him, reaching for another one from behind.
"Since you’re using a stick, I’ll find one to play with you too!"
Yan Changting then glanced at the God-Slaying Pestle buried six feet deep in the ground. With a powerful stomp of his right foot, he sent the God-Slaying Pestle flying out, scattering fragments as it soared.
This divine artifact had lost all semblance of divinity; it was shattered beyond recognition and could only be identified as a long stick-like object by its shape.
As the God-Slaying Pestle emerged, Beikun's eyes lit up. "What a weapon!"
"You want it?" Yan Changting replied with a grin. "If you want it, then it's yours!"
With that, Yan Changting infused the God-Slaying Pestle with Seven Spirit Qi and hurled it towards Beikun.
The air around the God-Slaying Pestle twisted ominously, indicating that if this strike hit the ground, it would surely shatter mountains and rivers alike.
However, Beikun was not afraid; he remained vigilant. Several wooden sticks flew from behind him to form a barrier in front of him, leaving just enough space for the God-Slaying Pestle to pass through.
Then, the unstoppable God-Slaying Pestle surged forward along its trajectory, effortlessly slipping into the gap left by the stick.
The God-Slaying Pestle slowed down, and Beikun raised the wooden stick to thrust it in from the other end, just in time to meet the God-Slaying Pestle.
In an instant, the wooden stick shattered, splinters scattering everywhere.
Yet, the stick still failed to stop the God-Slaying Pestle. However, it had significantly diminished its momentum. Beikun seized the God-Slaying Pestle with one hand and pressed it down with both hands, finally bringing it to a complete halt.
"What a fine stick!" Beikun examined the broken artifact.
His gaze revealed a hint of regret; if only this God-Slaying Pestle had been in his possession from the start, he would have cherished it dearly.
"But this stick is already broken and unsuitable for me; I’ll return it to you!" With that, Beikun lifted the God-Slaying Pestle and spun it around. The wooden stick behind him absorbed the spiritual energy radiating from Beikun, and then several sticks wrapped around Beikun's right hand. With a swift motion, Beikun sent the God-Slaying Pestle flying outwards, while those sticks continued to gather energy.
As the God-Slaying Pestle approached Yan Changting, its power had multiplied several times over, far surpassing what Yan Changting had thrown earlier.
This strike was too powerful; Yan Changting dared not take it head-on.
Instead, Yan Changting touched his left hand with his right hand. A flash of white light appeared as a shield manifested in his grasp. However, Yan Changting did not hold the shield but threw it towards the God-Slaying Pestle. The flying shield was instantly shattered by the God-Slaying Pestle.
Yan Changting had anticipated this moment; after all, it was merely an ordinary magical artifact. Faced with a broken artifact like the God-Slaying Pestle, it crumbled like paper.
Nevertheless, Yan Changting had achieved his desired outcome.
The brief contact had already reduced the God-Slaying Pestle's power significantly.
Next, Yan Changting drew his weapon—a long sword.
Two characters were engraved on the sword—Xie Yue.
The long sword, though not a divine artifact or an immortal weapon, had strength and damage that surpassed even the latter. Xie Yue had been bestowed upon Yan Changting by the Master of the Sect as soon as he entered the Seven Lives Sect, accompanying him since the Spirit Heart Realm, and it was continuously evolving.
As Yan Changting drew forth Xie Yue, his aura transformed dramatically, sharpening his presence. Coupled with his extraordinary beauty, this scene left Beikun in a daze, almost mistaking him for a woman—the Sword-Wielding Maiden.
Yan Changting danced with Xie Yue, which emitted glimmers of light. He held the sword in his right hand while tapping the sword's tip with his left, thrusting it toward the God-Slaying Pestle.
A clash ensued between the sword and the pestle.
Silver sparks flew from the sword's tip as Xie Yue struck a deep dent into the God-Slaying Pestle.
The two forces continued to collide, causing cracks to appear on the ground, which then began to shatter.
Holding the sword, Yan Changting sensed danger; he feared that Xie Yue might break under the pressure. However, he had no choice but to press on—if he withdrew now, he would surely be injured by the God-Slaying Pestle. Thus, he continued to exert force.
Just when Xie Yue seemed on the verge of giving way, Yan Changting flicked his sword toward the God-Slaying Pestle, causing both to alter their trajectories.
In an instant, the God-Slaying Pestle flew toward a distant mountain, leading to a catastrophic collapse…
The elders and disciples of various sects watching from afar were rendered speechless at this sight.
Indeed, it was a battle of deities where mortals suffered; when two great powers clashed, entire mountains were reduced to rubble without a second thought.
At that moment, someone suggested to Haitai Ping, "Sea Alliance Leader, if these two Great Powers continue fighting like this, it could spell disaster for all living beings within a hundred miles. Perhaps you should intervene?"
"Yes, Sea Alliance Leader. Maintaining peace in the Cultivation World is indeed the Dao Alliance's responsibility."
"Sea Alliance Leader, I also believe they cannot continue fighting!"
Haitai Ping was already sweating profusely in his palms.
Would the two great deities pay attention to an ant like him? He feared that before they even heard his voice, he would already be obliterated by their overwhelming presence.
"The Cultivation World belongs to all of us. As part of the same faction, we should unite to protect the Cultivation World. How about we all go to the mountain together to persuade the two Great Powers?" Haitai Ping suggested.
"This..." Some began to hesitate.
"Don't worry. Just think about it: if so many leaders were to be killed by them, the Cultivation World would descend into chaos. The lessons from ancient times would not be ignored, so nothing will happen," he reassured them.
The crowd began to ponder, recalling the teachings from ancient times. They remembered that those who became too powerful and indiscriminately slaughtered innocents would inevitably face retribution.
"Right!"
"There was once a prodigy who, relying on his high cultivation, recklessly killed the innocent. In the end, a bolt of lightning struck him down, leaving no trace behind."
With this ancient lesson in mind, the crowd's courage began to swell. Thus, all the sect leaders present joined Haitai Ping in ascending the mountain.
And so, a scene unfolded—over a dozen leaders walked together, appearing very united.
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