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"What?..."
"That is..."
"Manichaeism actually executed six Martial Arts Grandmasters from Persia!"
When Manichaeism brought the six Grandmaster-level experts of the Persian Sect to the foot of Bright Summit Mountain for execution, all the onlookers from the Western Regions were taken aback.
They were all shocked and horrified. Even the entire Western Region, including those reclusive old monsters, might not be able to gather six Martial Arts Grandmasters!
Yet today, Manichaeism was going to execute six martial arts Grandmasters at once!
At the end of the vast training ground stood a towering figure.
With long hair cascading down his shoulders, each strand shimmered like the sun, sacred and inviolable.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing ahead, his powerful aura making it impossible to look directly at him, as if one's soul was being shaken.
The indescribable presence he exuded was not overly domineering, nor did it deliberately reveal itself.
But simply standing there, his unparalleled and extraordinary demeanor made one feel compelled to worship him, leaving no room for comparison in their minds.
It was truly astonishing.
"What level of Realm has this Manichaeism Leader reached that is so unfathomable...?"
An elderly man with white hair leaned on a cane, emanating an aura unique to the late Innate stage, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
His dry, cracked lips trembled slightly, revealing an expression of disbelief.
"How is this possible?" An old woman trembled slightly at her elbow and then gasped in shock.
In the Western Regions, how could such a person appear with such formidable cultivation...
Compared to the imposing presence of the other party, whose every gesture exuded a sense of unity with the heavens, her once-proud skills in witchcraft felt like an insignificant and trivial path, pitifully weak. In fact, facing this individual, she lacked even the courage to make a move.
"Gurgle!"
Many loose cultivators and leaders of various factions from the Western Regions could not help but exclaim in shock. They were astonished that the leader of the Manichaeism could single-handedly take down six Martial Arts Grandmasters!
The Martial Arts Grandmasters were renowned figures throughout the martial world; any one of them could easily crush their sects into dust, yet they had no power to fight back.
"Indeed, is there a path beyond Grandmaster..." murmured a middle-aged warrior with an air of refinement, standing at a distance, visibly shaken. He was adorned with a long flute and a green wine gourd. After glancing at the six Martial Arts Grandmasters from thousands of miles away, he quickly lost interest.
When he looked at Jiang Han, he hurriedly lowered his head. What kind of existence was this? Looking at him felt like staring into an endless abyss, as if the entire world was pressing down upon him!
"Could it be that the destiny of this great era is to be borne by this person?"
A woman with an ethereal figure and a veil covering her face floated gracefully like a celestial being descended from the heavens. At this moment, she could not help but show signs of emotion on her delicate face, unable to maintain her composure.
Gazing at that towering figure that inspired awe and reverence, her beautiful eyes shimmered with ripples, filled with inexplicable excitement.
"If I want to achieve great success in the Supreme Forgetting Emotion Path, I must first experience love and then forget it. If I could have a deeply memorable romance with such a young supreme being..."
Amidst the surge of emotions, the mist in her beautiful eyes became increasingly enchanting. At sixteen, Fusion Realm was even more stunning than the legendary Taishang Daozu of yore. It was hard to imagine just how breathtaking one could be at such a young age, reaching such an incredible realm.
Even the various wild rumors circulating in the Zongwu world could not exaggerate this much; if they did, many old-timers would surely be unable to sit still and would rush out of retirement.
"Do you six admit your guilt?!" Jiang Han cast a calm glance at the six Grandmasters from Persia. Even though Jiang Han had restrained his own aura, the six individuals at the forefront of the training ground were pressed down to their knees. The more they struggled to stand up, the greater the pressure they felt.
It was as if heaven and earth had turned upside down, bearing down on them like mountains, causing their bones to creak painfully as if they might shatter at any moment. They felt their dignity being trampled upon, unable to accept such humiliation. They wanted to let out desperate roars, their faces twisted in rage.
They strained to lift their heads and looked at the imposing figure in the distance, feeling their souls tremble and their skin nearly crack under the pressure. In the end, their faces contorted with pain, drenched in sweat. They sensed that it was not just their bodies but their very souls that were filled with trembling awe, and a faint sense of betrayal began to emerge within them.
Not only him; even prominent figures from the Western martial arts world—those whom countless ordinary people revered as deities, including various Sect leaders, gang masters, Grand Elders, and martial arts Loose Cultivators—would find no fighting spirit against Jiang Han at this moment... Let alone these six 'hollow' Grandmasters who had already been stripped of their internal power!
"Weren't you just being so arrogant? Boasting about wanting to eliminate me, yet in the end, this is all you can do? Truly disappointing..."
Tianshan Tonglao had a sharp tongue, her ability to insult even more impressive than her martial skills. With just a few words, she could provoke anger, yet they were helpless against her.
Jiang Han silently looked down at the six of them, his expression showing no change. His gaze was deep as an abyss, making it hard for others to meet his eyes. Behind him seemed to echo the cries of the Golden Crow, with dragons and snakes swirling in mist.
"The time has come; let's proceed with the execution."
At the command, the executioner skillfully spat into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and raised the axe.
With a splatter, blood sprayed like a fountain onto the white silk cloth in front of the corpses, appearing strikingly vivid under the sunlight.
Six heads fell to the ground, their faces frozen in terror at the moment the axe struck.
"Boring!"
Jiang Han smirked slightly, then his figure flickered and vanished from the training ground.
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