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In the Transcendence Realm, the Martial Arts Grandmaster can briefly stand in the void, while in the Divine Realm, the Grandmaster has already mastered walking through the void. Although it is not as fast as flying, it is not far behind.
After spending just half a day, Jiang Han returned to the foot of Bright Summit.
Seeing his disciples, almost all of whom were injured, struggling to bow to him, Jiang Han couldn't help but feel a surge of anger!
What is most important in the martial world? Some say it is the Cultivation Method, others say it is innate talent, but ultimately, what matters most is people.
Truly exceptional talents do not rely on Cultivation Methods or innate talent; they can soar to great heights in a single day. Therefore, for any Sect, people are of utmost importance.
Of course, when referring to people, it means those extraordinary individuals and not the mediocre ones who lack even the qualifications to practice martial arts. Many from ordinary gangs are just a disorganized crowd with little capability to practice martial arts.
But how poor could the qualifications of those who guard the Sect at Bright Summit be? They are all seeds of Manichaeism. Although their current cultivation seems mediocre, who can say they won't become the backbone or even top-tier forces of Manichaeism in the future, leading it to grow into a towering tree?
"Take good care of your injuries and don't strain your wounds," Jiang Han said with a wave of his hand before swiftly heading towards the Bright Summit Great Hall.
Inside the hall, incense wafted through the air, but the atmosphere was tense.
"What Persian Sect? I only know Manichaeism! Who knows if you are trying to bully us with your numbers!" From afar, Jiang Han heard Tianshan Tonglao's clear yet imposing words. He felt relieved that there were no casualties and slightly slowed his pace.
"Miss Wu, please do not misunderstand. Our two sects are actually one family..."
"Shut up! Who considers you family? You injured my Manichaeism disciples and still have the face to talk about family? It's wishful thinking if you want to brush this over!"
"Wu Xingyun, are you looking for a fight?"
"You shameless whore, traitorous rat! You dare to come back? If you have the guts, let's have a showdown. I'll sew your mouth shut!"
Jiang Han almost laughed out loud.
Tianshan Tonglao was not someone to be trifled with. For those she liked, she could drink and eat heartily with them; but if she hated someone, she would want to chop them into minced meat. She was the epitome of love and hate.
"Alright! We are here only to retrieve the Holy Fire Token and the Transference of Heaven and Earth. Will you hand them over willingly, or do you want Old Man to take action himself?"
A voice filled with weariness spoke slowly, but the firmness in the words was impossible to ignore.
"Whether it's the Holy Fire Token or the Transference of Heaven and Earth, my Manichaeism will never let you take them!" This was Yang Xiao's voice, strong and resolute.
"It seems you are asking for punishment instead of accepting a toast!"
The frail old man was about to make a move when his expression suddenly changed!
Because the throne belonging to the Manichaeism Leader was originally empty, but upon opening his eyes again, he found a man as radiant as jade had seemingly been there all along, directly looking at him.
"Fusion Realm!" The frail old man's pupils suddenly constricted as he spoke each word clearly.
This was a technique exclusive to the Fusion Realm, merging with heaven and earth—Divine Integration of Heaven and Earth. If one did not want to be seen, even a martial artist of lower realms would not sense the presence of such a powerful being standing right in front of them.
As his words fell, other individuals from Persia immediately gathered around him, forming an implicit circle of intimidation.
Jiang Han glanced at them and coldly smiled, "The Persian Sect really thinks highly of my Manichaeism! One Grandmaster of Martial Arts and seven Martial Arts Grandmasters—are you here to extinguish my Manichaeism's legacy?"
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly; how many talents did Persia have?
Just these few people put immense pressure on him.
Not to mention, in the entire martial world, who among the first-rate forces could easily assemble such a combination? No wonder that even when Manichaeism was at its weakest, major factions in the Central Plains, such as Shaolin Temple, Bodhi Zen Temple, and Dragon Tiger Mountain Tianshi Mansion, did not dare to truly strike against Manichaeism and eradicate its legacy; they were clearly wary of the Persian Sect behind it.
The Skinny Old Man did not respond immediately; instead, he furrowed his brows and took a moment to relax before saying, "Old Man truly did not expect that in this resource-scarce little place, there would emerge such a remarkable person like you."
In fact, Manichaeism had a vast territory, controlling thirty-six small nations, but in the eyes of this Skinny Old Man, it was indeed a tiny place, barren and lacking resources.
Before Jiang Han could say anything, he continued, "Old Man Ambur is an elder of the Persian Sect. Since you are the leader of Manichaeism, you should know the origins of both sects. Manichaeism was founded by one of our Persian Sect's Saint Sons; it can be considered a branch of Persia in Middle-earth. Now, I only ask you one question: are you willing to take the Holy Fire Token and the Transference of Heaven and Earth back to Persia with me? I can assure you that the position of the current Saint Son belongs to you alone."
Jiang Han snorted and replied, "Old man, your calculations are quite clever! Who doesn't know that our Manichaeism's founder was expelled from your Persia and thus traveled to Middle-earth to establish this sect?"
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