Chapter 335: Hostilities On Old Wang
Amongst the gathering were beings strange and mystical, demons and immortals, humans and specters, each showcasing their prowess. The air was thick with a tension that wove through the void like a dense fog of killing intent, not exactly fostering a harmonious atmosphere. Small spacecraft densely packed this segment of outer space. To single-handedly challenge an era, to face all beings that have emerged from behind the grand curtain—was such a feat conceivable for Wang Xuan? He harbored no desire for such madness. Observing from a distance, remaining detached from the fray, would suit him best.
If there was no need to engage, he would refrain; seizing advantages without bloodshed was always the preferable strategy. Moreover, with so many poised to hunt down a single target, who could possibly carve a path through alone? Among them lurked entities capable of breaching boundaries, armed with curious treasures or even the true blood of unparalleled beings.
"To stand against three thousand foes alone? Further ascension is required."
Though reluctant to charge blindly into the midst of enemies, his spirit remained unyieldingly strong. Stepping out from his small spacecraft, Wang Xuan faced forward. Here, in outer space, an ordinary person would succumb to the vast differences in internal and external pressures, leading to blood spewing and various injuries before being frozen by the extreme cold.
Ahead, a multitude of figures looked his way, all formidable transcendent beings. Among them were renowned immortals and demons, now "downgraded" to traverse between realms. What does it mean to hold presence? Wang Xuan, alone against a host of powerful figures, captured everyone's attention. This was what one might call "the center of attention."
Everyone awaited his arrival with "anticipation," whether for reasons positive or negative, he seemed to be encircled by a "halo" of significance.
"Who are you?" a large, bearded young man asked with a hostile gaze, finding Wang Xuan's solitary stance particularly irksome.
"Wasted anticipation, thought the main event had arrived," a woman clad in partial armor, revealing her slender waist, expressed her impatience with a wave of her hand, motioning for Wang Xuan to move aside.
"I am Wu Chengsheng," Wang Xuan introduced himself to those around him. At this moment, he was clad in heavy armor, his stature tall and muscular, his face completely transformed to resemble a valiant ancient general, wielding a dark longsword. Aware of the inevitable siege, he had prepared accordingly, ensuring he wouldn't immediately become a target upon his arrival. Thus, he adopted the identity of Wu Chengsheng.
During his time in the New World, especially in Old Zhong's study, he had acquired a plethora of scriptures and understood numerous secret techniques. Now, he had altered his physical form, crucially employing the soul secret techniques from the golden bamboo scrolls to construct a virtual soul, completely altering his spiritual aura. This also involved the application of the Soul Coffin Technique from Old Zhong's study, concealing his originally overpowering spiritual mark, lying dormant deep within the virtual spirit body.
"Just at the sixth level, and you dare to come here? Move aside and don't block the way!" someone scolded, clearly finding him disagreeable. Communication in outer space was conducted through spiritual exchange.
"I thought the big shot Wang Xuan had arrived. We've been waiting for a long time. Truly, it's no wonder he's a giant who left his name on the new oath, yet he hasn't shown up until now," a red-haired young man commented sarcastically, holding a nine-tiered pagoda that radiated a faint glow, permeated with supermaterial essence. He was indeed powerful, having "broken the ceiling."
Wang Xuan was on alert; the individuals arriving this time were extraordinary. Anyone randomly picked from the crowd was formidable, likely including the illegitimate offspring of ancient true immortals and disciples of demon saints, among others.
"If he really shows up, I'll beat the crap out of him!" a scar-faced man declared, wielding a bone banner with a malevolent aura.
"How vulgar!" A female transcendent being expressed her disdain for his crude language.
Many nearby shared her sentiment. As a descendant of immortals and demons, his lack of refinement was akin to that of a barbarian. Wang Xuan nearly lost his composure. Had he offended them in any way? Such derogatory remarks ensured he would remember this individual, vowing to not rest until he was defeated.
At this moment, Chen Yongjie was hiding among the crowd, having also disguised himself. He was chuckling underhandedly, knowing full well the true identity of the person being ridiculed as Wang Xuan, yet he could only watch without being able to intervene.
On the large screen, Qingmu, impersonating Wang Xuan, spoke with chilling confidence, "So many of you are conspiring against me? As you wish, I will become what you desire me to be!" With a confident smile, he added, "So what if I face the world alone?"
His bold proclamation stunned many. In this gathering, who else would dare claim the ability to stand alone against the collective might arrayed before them?
"Ha, 'Great Wang Xuan,' you must be out of your mind to utter such words!" mocked the purple-haired woman, her celestial bindings glowing as she sneered, deeming him as courting his own doom.
"Some people are too reckless and unrealistic, offending everyone and still daring to claim a spot on the golden scroll? Death is too kind for him; he should be eliminated!" voiced someone, not moving personally but signaling their followers to take action against Wang Xuan.
"Then, as you wish, today, what does it matter if I sweep through three thousand foes?!" Qingmu, as Wang Xuan, stood tall behind the screen, hands clasped behind his back, overlooking all with a commanding gaze.
As some small spacecrafts surged forward in attack, the figure of Wang Xuan, as portrayed by Qingmu, dramatically swung his right hand down, uttering a deep and forceful "Kill!"
On the dark side of the moon, a massive battleship emerged, its vast silhouette floating ominously, cold and intimidating.
Boom!
A terrifying beam burst forth, the battleship opening fire and instantly obliterating several small spacecrafts near the nine hazy gateways, especially those that had just launched their assault. They exploded in flames, lighting up the sky.
Undoubtedly, even the descendants of celestial beings, offspring of demon gods, and other formidable experts couldn't withstand such power, their physical forms disintegrating in the onslaught.
Certainly, there were those with incredibly sharp senses who, anticipating danger, dashed away early, narrowly escaping disaster.
The crowd felt a chill down their spine, as if death itself had targeted them. In an instant, everyone surged toward the nine ancient gateways suspended in the void, seeking refuge from the horrific explosion. The scene was gruesome, with the flesh and blood of celestial beings and demons scattered, limbs flying, and even the heads of beautiful women plummeting to their doom.
"This is... against the rules. Our battle should be limited to the transcendent!" cried someone in shock and rage, fleeing in utter disarray.
Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that, although this was part of the plan, Qingmu should tread lightly, especially with his master among the crowd, lest he inadvertently cause harm.
"You have your swords for battle, and I have my battleship. In this mortal realm, you don't make all the rules; this is one of my secret treasures!" Qingmu, as Wang Xuan, spoke calmly.
The void was filled with blood mist and drifting limbs. Standing before the large screen, Qingmu's portrayal of Wang Xuan was like a mighty tiger, his gaze commanding over all.
His eyes deep and imposing, he truly resembled a great demon lord, indifferent and imposing, declaring, "As you wished, you have forced me into becoming the figure you wanted to see. The Great Wang Xuan facing the world alone shall not be hindered!"
