Too Crazy

Too Crazy

Arrogant and tyrannical, the atmosphere crackled with tension.

At first, everyone assumed that the one who had taken action was the Medicine Sovereign. They couldn't have been more wrong. The unexpected hero of the moment was the unassuming old man standing beside the Medicine Sovereign. Yet, this unassuming figure now radiated an aura that eclipsed all others present.

"Try saying it again?" His voice cut through the air like a dagger, laced with a bone-chilling killing intent that sent a shiver down the spines of those who heard it. His words weren't aimed at ordinary individuals; they were directed at an elder-level character of the Royal Sacred Sect. It was essential to note that these elders were revered top-tier figures in the Royal Sacred Region.

However, when this old man spoke, no one dared to doubt him. The overwhelming killing intent had reached a point where everyone trembled involuntarily, as if a mere repetition of those words would result in immediate death.

The elder from the Royal Sacred Sect wore an increasingly unsightly expression. What was his status? He had come to witness the rankings, but instead, he found himself subjected to one humiliation after another. First, a junior had rejected his invitation, and then that same junior had slain Shang Tong before his very eyes. Now, when he claimed that Qin Wentian's life was his for the taking, an unknown old man had emerged, challenging him to repeat those words.

Had it been an ordinary person, he would have crushed them without hesitation. However, this old man seemed to share a connection with the Medicine Sovereign. Moreover, his overwhelming aura seemed to surpass the elder's own. Still, considering his status, he couldn't allow himself to be cowed. To make matters worse, this humiliation unfolded before a vast audience.

As tension reached its zenith, the elder retorted, his voice icy, his aura swirling with anger, dark clouds forming around him as he charged toward his opponent.

But the old man took a single step in response, and that step was enough to shatter the equilibrium. Instantly, the palpable killing intent in the air materialized, forming a radiant stream of light. Constellations stretched across the heavens, enveloping everything in their brilliance. The stream of resplendent light tore through the fabric of reality.

"Threaten? You are not qualified yet," the old man replied with chilling composure. He continued, his voice carrying a finality that brooked no argument, "All of you, scram!"

As the echoes of his words dwindled, a remarkable spectacle unfolded before their eyes. The experts from Grand Shang, driven by sheer terror, bolted away with lightning speed, vanishing into the distance within moments. In the blink of an eye, only the elder from the Royal Sacred Sect remained, standing his ground against the enigmatic old man who had earlier stood beside the Medicine Sovereign.

It wasn't that the Grand Shang experts lacked the will to stand and fight alongside him; they simply couldn't summon the courage to do so. The gaping chasm in power was too glaring to ignore, and any resistance would have been futile. No one desired a pointless death, so they chose the only path available – escape. Even the two disciples of the elder-level figure turned tail and fled, their faces etched with sheer terror. The existence of such a formidable ally on Qin Wentian's side had taken them entirely by surprise.

"Who is he?" The crowd's collective gaze bore into the old man as they whispered among themselves.

The Medicine Sovereign of the Medicine Sovereign Valley had always been an enigmatic figure, shrouded in mystery. He ranked among the oldest beings in the Royal Sacred Region, his age and true level of cultivation known to none. Naturally, the identity of his associates remained equally elusive.

However, the fact that this old man could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Medicine Sovereign and radiate such a formidable aura suggested that he was a figure of similar stature.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" The elder from the Royal Sacred Sect was engulfed in fury, his eyes burning with malevolence.

The Royal Sacred Sect held sway over the Royal Sacred Region, exerting influence across countless domains. Wherever they went, they commanded respect. As an elder-level figure, even sect leaders of reclusive orders and emperors of ancient realms had to treat him with deference when they crossed paths.

But in this moment, not only had his adversary threatened him, but he had also dared to order him to depart. Could he, with all his pride, endure such an affront? What if his opponent's power surpassed his own?

Astral light burst forth, painting constellations across the sky. Black-flamed astral energy surged, forming orbs that hung ominously behind him. Despite the considerable distance that separated them, the spectators could feel the oppressive force emanating from these orbs.

"Retreat...!" Voices rang out, urging the onlookers to withdraw. This command extended even to Qin Wentian and his companions. Only individuals of the Medicine Sovereign and Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign's caliber remained composed, staring at the black-flamed orbs that cast an eerie hue across the heavens. These fiery spheres bore a striking resemblance to ferocious infernal beasts, their restrained power poised to erupt at any moment.

"Do you know who you're addressing?" The elder from the Royal Sacred Sect glared at the old man, his words dripping with icy disdain. In his hand, a divine truncheon materialized, etched with formidable runes. The moment this divine weapon appeared, the black-flamed orbs blazed with renewed intensity, and the growls of the infernal beasts reverberated, signaling that they teetered on the brink of breaking free.

"Since you don't wish to leave, then prepare to part with your life," the old man declared, his eyes still narrowed as he delivered this astonishing ultimatum. His tone remained steady, devoid of any discernible emotion, as if he were discussing the most mundane matter. It was audacious beyond measure to demand that an elder-level figure from the Royal Sacred Sect forfeit his life. Just contemplating such a notion was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.

In terms of status, an elder-level member of the Royal Sacred Sect ranked no lower than an emperor of an ancient realm. In terms of sheer power, he rivaled or even surpassed these emperors. To seek the demise of such a figure was an act that transcended audacity; it was sheer recklessness.

Moreover, did this old man possess the strength to carry out such a daring act? While they lacked the means to gauge the elder's strength, it was clear that he had reached the pinnacle of Celestial Phenomenon. Coupled with his divine weapon, the extent of his combat prowess was anyone's guess.

"DIE!" The elder's fury erupted like a volcanic explosion. His enraged shout punctuated a fierce gesture, launching a multitude of fiery orbs in his adversary's direction. These blazing orbs morphed into ravenous beasts, jaws agape, hungry to consume the old man.

BOOM!

The old man appeared impervious to the onslaught, taking measured steps forward. With each stride, the devastating assault fractured into countless streaks of light, disintegrating in mid-air. The old man radiated blinding brilliance, akin to the searing sun itself.

Undeterred by the unrelenting onslaught of the elder's constellation, the old man advanced steadily. With every step, his luminous aura intensified, until he transformed into a blinding beam of light—a beam of light that obliterated all in its path.

Witnessing this, the onlookers felt their vision overwhelmed, blinded by the brilliance. Countless experts squinted through the pain, forcing their eyes open, only to witness streams of sun-bright light flashing across the sky, capable of slicing even space asunder.

When the light finally dissipated, both combatants remained immobile, rooted in their original positions, as though nothing had transpired between them.

"Has the battle concluded?" Many observers wore expressions of bewilderment. The majority had missed the climax of the clash.

Inexplicably, the crowd's hearts jolted, and their breaths hitched. Their wide eyes stared in sheer disbelief at the unimaginable scene unfolding before them.

The constellation in the sky had yet to dissipate. The elder from the Royal Sacred Sect stood there, but an ever-increasing web of luminous strings erupted, intertwining feverishly around him. The strands multiplied relentlessly, enveloping him until, in a matter of moments, he vanished entirely, as if he'd been reduced to smoke dispersing into thin air. He had vanished without a trace, extinguished from the face of the Earth.

Subsequently, the constellation vanished, and an eerie silence descended upon the area. Everything remained eerily still, and no one dared utter a sound. Yet the hearts of the onlookers raced without respite. Such an indelible scene was etched into their memories.

The crisscrossing strings of light on the elder's body, it turned out, were wounds. In the blink of an eye, myriad lacerations sprouted, eviscerating him entirely, leaving naught behind but disbelief and terror in the hearts of the witnesses. The magnitude of this terror was utterly profound.

The old man with the narrowed eyes resumed his original calm demeanor. His eyes were no longer narrowed, and the overwhelming pressure that had radiated from him dissipated. Yet, the impression he had left upon the spectators lingered, forever etched in their minds.

Never could they have fathomed that, following the conclusion of the Immortal Martial Realm, another event capable of rocking the entire Royal Sacred Region would unfold. Though the battle had been brief, its repercussions would ripple across the world, along with the names of those engraved upon the Immortal Martial Realm Monument.

The grim reality hung heavy in the air, as the words reverberated through the stunned crowd, "He's dead... This time, the person dying isn't simply a crown prince of Grand Shang but was instead a powerful elder from the Royal Sacred Sect." A collective sense of shock and disbelief gripped the onlookers, rendering them immobile.

For a moment, they felt like lifeless wooden figures, processing the astonishing revelation. It was an unfathomable turn of events that left them with a sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs. The Grand Shang Empire's denizens, in particular, were now quaking with fear. They struggled to reconcile the fact that Shang Tong's demise had led to the downfall of an elder-level figure, one who had paid with his life for his involvement in this tumultuous affair.

The two disciples of the Royal Sacred Sect stood frozen in the aftermath, their throats parched and their gazes locked onto the enigmatic old man with a palpable mix of fear and reverence. They yearned to voice their thoughts but were paralyzed by trepidation. This old man, seemingly impervious to fear, had brazenly ended the life of their master.

Their hearts pounded with anguish, their eyes ablaze with rage and desperation. They knew with painful clarity that the Royal Sacred Sect would seek retribution. In this vast region, there was someone audacious enough to slay an elder of the Royal Sacred Sect. Even if that individual happened to be a friend of the Medicine Sovereign, the Royal Sacred Sect would leave no stone unturned in their pursuit of justice.

Qin Wentian himself was no less bewildered by the shocking turn of events. He stared at the unknown old man with a mix of amazement and incredulity. It was simply unfathomable—why would this old man commit such a reckless act? The consequences were dire, as an elder-level character had lost his life because of him.

The aftermath of this astounding showdown would undoubtedly reverberate throughout the Royal Sacred Region, and the name of the top-ranking Immortal Martial Realm participant—Qin Wentian—would be forever intertwined with this extraordinary event.