Rise of the Weakest Martial Artist Immortal

Xian saw dimly lit torches flickering on the side of the room. He saw red curtains hanging on the walls in what seemed like a throne room. The walls were painted in white and the floor was made of marble. Pillars made of green jade stood in the room. Being settled as foundations.

He was teleported for unknown reasons but his clothes were the same as before. He saw his white long sleeve with a black collar. Bracers of leather, blue pants, and boots that he used. White long hair with Asian eyes, black eyes, and a round face. The skin was pale brown and unblemished.

As he observed more, two figures were sitting on a pair of thrones. He was greeted by four other people dressed in their attire from what seemed to be different worlds. They all have different clothes varying from each other. One was in modern clothes like him, the other one was in cultivator attire like in the xianxia manhuas that he read on Earth. Another one was wearing robes that were from ancient China. The other one was wearing medieval clothes.

He was observing them and felt their strong aura that was seeping from their clothes and skin. They were all hiding their aura but it was all useless against Xian's eyes.

They all have a calm demeanor while assessing the situation. Polar opposite to Xian who was about to freak out. Looking to his left and right.

"Hello dear Immortal from Earth, you are the last one to get summoned here," said a young man, someone of his age.

He was just silently watching but they all watched in his direction. All were looking down at him. It was perfect, Xian wanted to be underestimated. He has his immortal aura perfectly hidden to the point that he was considered a mortal in their eyes.

"Um, who are you? Why am I here?" Xian asked, slightly bewildered.

"Relax, we also felt the same when we arrived. All will be explained later on," said the other teen that has ancient robes who came from the world of Cultivators.

The other three felt the same. Xian then knew that he was summoned after looking at his foothold having glowing runes that were still fresh and warm due to divinity poured on the ritual.

'Immortal summoning?' Xian mused, with just the thought, now he understood. He could not be mistaken.

It was then, Xian saw two figures sitting on their thrones. The man in front of them has the attire of a Cultivator while having a sheathed sword being held by his right hand while sitting. The woman on the contrary was in thin clothing covering her voluptuous breast and her groin. Her ears have golden earrings and her skin on her waist on the side was seen.

Even though both were brimming with auras that could shake worlds, the immortals on their front were not also somebody who were trifling existences. They could withstand the pressure from them.

They were Immortals from different dimensions and planes. They were all confused about how they got here but maintained a calm demeanor.

Soon after, they tried to attack the Gods that kidnapped them and the result would be devastating.

One of them drew his sword and attacked the man on the throne. Only to parry his blow with just his sword still sheathed. Sparks emitted from their swords and the man made a retreat while hopping back. The man on the throne sighed and scratched his cheeks.

The other one threw a spell on the woman but she just blew a small wind from her mouth to the oncoming magic missile and it changed direction.

Boom!

Making the wall on the side obliterated.

The others attacked but the two were still sitting on their thrones and they did not even budge even with their continued attacks. They were only left panting from the process of attacking tirelessly. Xian was confused and was just silently observing on the side. With what transpires currently, he couldn't join in without knowing the context first.

"Who are you? You have the guts to teleport me here? I will punish you for disturbing me!" shouted the Cultivator Immortal.

"Hey! Return us to where we belong. I will let you off this time if you will return me to my world." shouted the Murim Immortal.

"Hey! You hear me? Return us right away!" shouted the Immortal from High fantasy.

Soon after, they felt an aura that made them shudder. A killing intent was released from the God of Martial arts and they all kneeled; including Xian. They were easily trashed using their aura.

The Martial Arts God then made his greetings, "All immortals from different planes, I welcome you all to our humble throne room.

"You all have the guts to attack us but can't stand up on our auras? I assure you, I am not your enemy. They were the Demon Gods themselves. Don't worry, you are not even worthy to be our enemies. You are not there yet," he then laughed.

"Tsk, if you are all strong then why ask for our help?" asked the Murim Immortal. He was perspiring after the soul-searing blood lust was felt.

"Immortals from different worlds, I am the God of Martial Arts, and beside me was the Goddess of Fantasy. We summoned you all to help us defeat the Demon Gods. We were outnumbered as the Demon Gods were too many. So we needed help. They came from different dimensions and could open portals anywhere. Those bastards were hard to deal with," The God of Martial Arts spoke.

The Immortals were confused about why they needed to help them. They have many problems in their origin world in the first place and this happened.

"Let me do the talking hon," said the woman beside him, "I am the Goddess of Fantasy, responsible for summoning the Immortals from High Fantasy and Magical realism. My husband here was responsible for summoning the Murim immortal and Cultivator immortal.

"The Banquet of Gods has a meeting after the Demon Gods found out about our Planes. We Gods decided to have a coalition to fight them but there were too many. The War was unwinnable, so we decided to ask for help from the immortals from different planes. While you deal with the infestation of our world, we gods will deal with them so we will be away. The world will be in your care for now." the Goddess of Fantasy said and the other immortals nodded.