The Barbarian Emperor remained silent. Since a price had been paid, something had to be gained today; otherwise, it would be a great loss.

But Ning Qi's expression was calm as he searched for the right moment.

The Innate Divine Sword Qi would either not strike, or if it did, it must achieve merit.

The colorful radiance of the Glazed Treasure Tree occasionally fell, like sharp blades, precisely slicing through the Taoist Palace encountered on its path. The guests were shocked, retreating again and again. Buddha Baoshu was already burning with anger and paid no heed to anything else.

Taoist Baishan, seeing this, became furious.

"Fine, fine, fine! Let's see whose foundation is deeper!"

An aura surged from his body, and Spirit Blood was about to condense. Ning Qi frowned slightly, preparing to take action; he was merely waiting for the right opportunity. However, if Taoist Baishan had to pay a hefty price to confront the enemy, it would be a great loss.

Although he didn't know what the Spirit Blood was, it must be of great importance to them.

But just as the thought moved in his mind, he noticed something extraordinary and gradually stopped his actions.

In fact.

He wasn't the only one.

Almost simultaneously, three Ancient Saints turned to one direction, and Taoist Baishan, who was preparing to fight to the death, also paused, his aura gradually calming. Everyone was surprised and followed the direction of the three Ancient Saints with their eyes.

There, they saw an ordinary, blind old man walking slowly with a cane.

Thud.

Thud.

The rhythmic sound of the cane striking the bluestone was supposed to be a very small sound, but with each step the blind old man took, it grew louder, eventually echoing like a drum in the hearts of everyone present.

The guests were all astonished.

In the blink of an eye, the blind old man had already arrived nearby.

"Everyone, cease your actions."

An aged voice rang out.

The old man lifted his somewhat empty gaze and looked at the three Ancient Saints.

Taoist Baishan spoke:

"It's not that I am unwilling, but these two came to kill, and I had to fully engage."

The blind old man looked towards the Barbarian Emperor and Buddha Baoshu.

The Barbarian Emperor remained silent.

Buddha Baoshu, however, was aggrieved and looked disgruntled. He had just consumed a drop of Spirit Blood, and if he ceased now, wouldn't he suffer a great loss that would make him vomit blood? He was unwilling.

The blind old man shook his head and gently sighed:

"Why deplete among yourselves?"

He casually tossed his blind cane skyward, and it grew with the wind, instantly transforming into a giant pillar. The pillar hovered in the air, stretching between the Buddha Tree and the True Dragon. With just a slight tremor, the colorful radiance of the Buddha Tree fully recoiled. The Glazed Treasure Tree emitted a brittle sound, seemingly trembling with fear in Buddha Baoshu's hand, still trembling incessantly, while the white True Dragon was also flung away by a force.

Buddha Baoshu's face was filled with shock, and he looked incredulously at the old man before him.

The Barbarian Emperor's expression grew increasingly solemn.

The blind old man remained silent.

The giant pillar again shattered the air.

Sweeping away the Heavenly Wolf, striking the Immortal Crane.

Originally fierce as a world-dominating Beast Emperor, the Heavenly Wolf Immortal Crane instantly disintegrated, rolling back into primal power. The Barbarian Emperor and Taoist Baishan were both shaken, uncontrollably retreating a few steps.

Both men looked at the blind old man with a changed expression.

"Sir..." the Barbarian Emperor began.

But he was interrupted by the blind old man:

"Today's matter was my oversight. Since you have all returned, rules must be established. I hope not to see such events again in the future, as for opportunities, they depend on one's own merits."

Taoist Baishan fell silent and then gave a respectful bow.

The faces of the Barbarian Emperor and the others were extremely difficult to look at.

This referred to their attempt to compel Taoist Baishan to make a pledge, originally aiming to strengthen their own forces in the process. But now, with the blind old man's words, it's clear that no one will dare to do so anymore.

Finally, the Barbarian Emperor also gave a bow.

As for Buddha Baoshu, it was as if he had swallowed a fly, feeling uncomfortable. He felt a sense of defeat, but before this blind old man, he did not dare to be impudent, at least not now.

The blind old man waved his hand, and the giant pillar in the sky transformed back into his blind cane. He glanced deep into the True Profound Sect, seemingly a bit surprised, and then slowly turned around.

The blind cane struck the bluestone beneath it.

Still making thudding sounds, gradually dimming until they were hardly audible.

Yet everyone dared not breathe a sigh of relief.

Until the old man's silhouette completely disappeared, only then did everyone truly exhale a breath of relief.

If the few Ancient Saints gave everyone a sense of might, commanding reverence, the feeling the blind old man imparted was of an endless, unfathomable abyss, something beyond envisioning.

Taoist Baishan's gaze was expressive, but he was mostly filled with admiration as he watched the blind old man's retreating figure.

He knew some inside information and understood the old man's struggles.

He wasn't simply succumbing to the old man's strength; he also respected his deeds.

Today's matter.

By this moment, it clearly could not continue any further.

It felt somewhat anticlimactic, but the appearance of the blind old man left an impression perhaps more soul-stirring than the battle of the several Ancient Saints, leaving everyone's emotions unsettled.

The Barbarian Emperor took a deep breath and bowed to Taoist Baishan:

"True Monarch, today's events have caused much offense, but it was all just a precautionary measure, so I ask that you do not take offense."

Taoist Baishan let out a light hum but eventually waved his hand slightly.

The Barbarian Emperor surveyed everyone and then departed, breaking through the air.

Buddha Baoshu's expression was so dark it seemed water was about to drip from it.

Today, he had lost both face and substance, but he was helpless.

He coldly glanced at Taoist Baishan, then waved his hand, leading the other monks and breaking through the air to leave.

In an instant.

The originally chaotic and endless battle of True Profound Mountain calmed down, leaving everyone feeling somewhat unreal.

"Who exactly was that blind old man... to make all these Ancient Saints cease their actions?" This was a question in everyone's hearts.

Someone frowned in deep thought.

Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed their eyes.

"I remember; this presence seems to resemble the Wind-listening Old Man, the top name in the Celestial Being List! However, the Wind-listening Old Man comes and goes without a trace, and few have seen his true form."

"But... even if it were the Wind-listening Elder, would he be this powerful?"

"Those are Ancient Saints... unless, the Wind-listening Old Man is just one of this elder's identities."

Whispering voices arose.

Everyone seemed to have uncovered the blind old man's true identity, but none dared to confirm it.

The scene before them was far too enigmatic.

Aside from the three Ancient Saints, the person present most familiar with the blind old man was undoubtedly Ning Qi.

At this moment.

Ning Qi's gaze was filled with amazement.

He hid within the depths of the True Profound Sect so that neither the Barbarian Emperor nor Buddha Baoshu could discover his true presence, but the blind old man saw him. Correspondingly, Ning Qi also sensed the old man's presence.

"That was... the storyteller old gentleman who spoke of the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint!"

Ning Qi was somewhat shocked.

Years ago, he had personally visited the small town mentioned by Ye Qinghe and even lingered there for a while, having prolonged contact with that old man, yet he hadn't discovered anything unusual, only feeling something extraordinary faintly.

But now, after the old man's actions, he immediately sensed that indomitable power.

"Surely, he is a Martial Saint! And not just any Martial Saint!"

He still felt the presence of the Yu King Pearl.

"Could it be... he is the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint?" Ning Qi couldn't help but wonder.

What he witnessed today made him realize that there was an unknown side to this world.

Not only were there Ancient Saints using their means to stay alive.

There were also unknown Martial Saints walking the world, unseen by the masses.

The true face of this world was gradually being unveiled before him, and the many hidden secrets it revealed made him eager to continue learning.

He looked involuntarily toward the depths of the True Profound Sect, and today, he might find some of the answers he was looking for.

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