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第四千一百七十三章 惊人差距

In the end, this was merely a wishful thought.

Lin Xuan could put aside past grievances, but Tian Xiang also needed to let go of his old grudges.

Was that possible?

Lin Xuan was indeed eager, but he wouldn't indulge in naive hopes because of it.

The bloodshed and strife of the cultivation world were too familiar to him. If Tian Xiang truly harbored a kind heart, he would not have plotted against Huayu back then.

Although Lady Yutong's words might not encompass the entire truth,

Tian Xiang, even with his own sorrows, could never be considered an upright gentleman. Lin Xuan had some insight into recognizing people.

Otherwise, after Tian Xiang's sneak attack, he wouldn't have pursued Huayu to such a ruthless end.

Lin Xuan dared not place too much hope in such a Tian Xiang. In fact, it wasn't just Tian Xiang; with his character, Lin Xuan would never entrust his fate to others.

Rather than wait for someone else's charity, he preferred to be self-reliant.

What of the first strongest cultivator in theRealm of Immortals?

Lin Xuan had already prepared himself for a confrontation.

He hadn't expected this meeting to come so quickly. Although Tian Xiang did nothing, Lin Xuan felt that he was far more formidable than he had imagined.

But there was no room for retreat.

The current situation was simply step by step. Mo'er's strength and memory were still recovering, making the present circumstances unfavorable for him.

What should he do?

Despite his long preparation, Lin Xuan found himself at a loss when the moment arrived. He didn't know how to proceed.

Seeing Lin Xuan remain silent, Tian Xiang sighed: "Big Brother doesn’t want to speak; is it because of resentment or forgetfulness? I think it's the former. After all, even though I tried to erase their memories back then, there were always some left out."

"How do you propose we proceed?"

Lin Xuan spoke slowly and clearly.

He was not without worry. He had experienced countless trials in the cultivation world, but he felt a bit nervous now.

"Big Brother, what do you think?" Tian Xiang's expression remained calm, as if holding all the answers.

"If I suggest shaking hands to make peace, would you agree?"

"Shaking hands to make peace?"

Tian Xiang was taken aback and then burst into laughter. "Big Brother is truly humorous. In this life, you seem much more humorous than Huayu back then. But can we just forget the past? That's impossible."

His words were calm, but their implications sent shivers down one’s spine:

"Everyone says that a father's murder and a wife's betrayal are unforgivable. Our grudges go far beyond that. With you weaker now, talking about making peace seems laughable to me."

"So what do you want?"

"To make peace? Of course, Big Brother must perish for me to be at ease."

Before his words were fully spoken, Tian Xiang's expression suddenly turned cold as he looked to the left: "You fool. Do you want to leave without saying goodbye?"

He was referring to Shi Mingleng.

Seeing Lin Xuan and Tian Xiang chatting and revealing a shocking secret, Shi Mingleng's face was contorted with displeasure.

Tian Xiang and Huayu.

Although their past grievances did not affect his plane of existence, he was still known as one of the top ten in the Three Thousand Worlds. Even if he didn't know as much as Lady Yutong, he knew who Tian Xiang and Huayu were.

Despite his high opinion of himself, Lady Yutong would never dare to be arrogant before these two.

He did not want to get involved in their grudges, so quietly leaving was the wisest course of action.

Seeing Lin Xuan and Tian Xiang talking without noticing him, Shi Mingleng began to take a risk, planning to leave unnoticed.

As for Nine Heavens Respiration Soil, he no longer dared to hope for it.

After all, becoming an immortal was indeed tempting, but having some future prospects meant he had a chance of surviving.

He believed he made the right choice, but Tian Xiang did not wish to let him go. Hearing his shouts, Shi Mingleng's face turned ashen.

Without further thought, both his hands shot up simultaneously.

His right hand formed a sword with its fingers and slashed forward.

Instantly, a森然剑气 can be translated as "sullen sword energy" or "dreadful sword aura" (sombre sword energy) carrying immensepower of the laws (rule of law power) sliced through the air.

As for his left hand, he flicked his sleeves.

Light flashes and thunderous sounds echoed as shield after shield flew out from within.

There were dozens of them.

Each was surrounded by runes, with the worst being treasures at the level of heaven-defying artifacts.

Shi Mingleng's reputation was well-known, so his resources were substantial. Knowing he faced the first strongest cultivator in theRealm of Immortals, he dared not hide anything.

In an instant, layers upon layers of defenses were set up.

Each protective membrane could withstand a joint attack from several late-stage cultivation-transcending cultivators. The shields transformed into similar light screens, with at least twenty or more.

The strength and durability of this defense did not need to be elaborated on.

But the sound of "bang" entered his ears as the sword energy released by his right hand collided with empty space. The entire space trembled but no spatial rift appeared.

Shi Mingleng's face changed. This was impossible; he knew his own abilities best. His previous strike should have been enough to cleave a spatial channel.

Could it be that Big Brother had done something?

He couldn't help turning to look at Tian Xiang.

Tian Xiang grinned and waved his hand.

A simple action, but a beam of golden light broke through the void and rushed towards him.

Midway, it transformed into an arrow-like shape.

Shi Mingleng felt his hair stand on end as a massive sense of danger arose in his heart. But he had no time for extra actions; he could only pour all his cultivation energy into the light screen before him.

Instantly, spiritual light surged, and the originally solid protective membranes became even more substantial.

But in the next moment, "pfft," it clashed with the golden beam.

There was no suspense as those incredibly sturdy light screens were shattered by Tian Xiang's casual strike, turning to countless fragments without any resistance.

The golden beam flashed and flew directly towards Shi Mingleng.

This result was beyond his expectations. Wanting to dodge, he was already too late. "Bang," a blood mist rose in mid-air as his left chest was completely pierced through.

His face showing disbelief, he fell down.

Lin Xuan's face also turned slightly green. He had fought with Shi Mingleng before; the other man was undoubtedly a formidable opponent who could not withstand even one exchange with Tian Xiang?

Was this what the first strongest cultivator in theRealm of Immortals was like?

The gap was so great, how should he proceed next? (To be continued...)

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