Top enlightenment at 100 years old-Chapter 498 - 497: Consecutive Defeats in Sparring, Contempt Behind Politeness
Ji Haoyuan knew well that although his performance in the new world was indeed commendable, it wasn’t enough to elevate him to such a pinnacle.
Those who spoke of him like that to outsiders clearly had ulterior motives.
At this moment, Miao Zixi nodded slightly in response to Ji Haoyuan’s words:
"Indeed, it’s some people from the Moral Saint Sect who have done the most to flatter him.
Senior Brother..."
A hint of worry crept onto Miao Zixi’s face.
Clearly, she now had some concerns about Ji Haoyuan’s situation.
In the current public opinion climate, those who knew Ji Haoyuan was in closed-door cultivation naturally wouldn’t say much.
But most people wouldn’t think that way.
Especially now that the Seven-Colored Peacock Race had mentioned him.
Moreover, most of their members from the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land ended in defeat.
As a result, not only outsiders but even many disciples within the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land, who were unaware of the truth, eagerly awaited Ji Haoyuan’s appearance.
They hoped he could curb the arrogance of the Seven-Colored Peacock Race.
However, the strength of the Seven-Colored Peacock Race.
Especially their prowess at the sixth-tier Void Refining level, was evident to all.
Even several Grotto Heaven Chiefs in the late stages of Void Refining were defeated by them.
If Ji Haoyuan were to come out now.
Especially under so much spotlight.
If he won, it would be fine, but if he lost, it would be a heavy blow to his prestige within the sect.
What’s more, it could even tarnish the reputation of the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land.
Of course, Ji Haoyuan was not oblivious to these.
But precisely because he knew, he could not remain indifferent.
After all, regardless of his reasons, if he couldn’t duel with the Seven-Colored Peacock Race before they left the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land, it would be interpreted as a fear of battle.
The consequences of this could be even more severe than his defeat.
Therefore, his best choice now was to confront those Seven-Colored Peacock people.
Outside the Grand Cyan Cave Heaven.
Beside a Demonstration Platform.
More than ten cultivators from the Seven-Colored Peacock Race stood there.
Each of them had achieved the sixth-tier Void Refining level.
At this moment, they watched the two individuals exchanging blows on the platform.
Their faces couldn’t help but show pride.
One was an extremely handsome man, with divine radiance surging around him.
Opposite him was a young man named Tang Bufan, the Chief from Guangxuan Cave Heaven.
The cultivation level of this person was the same as that of the handsome man opposite him, both being in the late stages of Void Refining.
However, his situation was not optimistic.
Every Divine Technique and Daoist Skill he displayed was easily neutralized by the handsome man.
In contrast, each colorful beam shot by the handsome man left Tang Bufan in a wretched state.
This made the expressions of the cultivators from the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land watching on the other side look displeased.
It’s known that Tang Bufan, the Chief of Guangxuan Cave Heaven, was already among the top in terms of cultivation and combat strength among many Grotto Heaven Chiefs.
Yet in his battle against the handsome man named Kong Changtian from the Seven-Colored Peacock Race, he was completely on the defensive, clearly at a disadvantage.
At this rate, it was likely that it wouldn’t take long before Tang Bufan was completely defeated.
If he were defeated, then counting previous losses, their Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land would have suffered more than a dozen consecutive defeats.
In fact, events unfolded as everyone anticipated.
As more time passed, Tang Bufan from Guangxuan Cave Heaven was suddenly struck by Kong Changtian, being sent flying dozens of miles.
He coughed up large amounts of blood, and his body had cracks of varying severity.
Most importantly, at those cracked locations, colorful mist flickered, preventing his injuries from healing.
"Senior Brother, I think today, let’s end it here."
At this moment, Kong Changtian, the Seven-Colored Peacock Race cultivator, smiled.
He clasped his hands to Tang Bufan, speaking in a humble tone.
It was clear that while his words and attitude appeared humble, a trace of disdain and ridicule lingered in the depths of his eyes.
Among those watching from the Seven-Colored Peacock Race, someone spoke, laughing.
"What Changtian Senior Brother said is right, let’s end it here today.
When another day comes, or when your Senior Brother Nanhua comes out of seclusion, then we can spar again."
These words seemed comforting, but in reality, they were tantamount to a heart wound.
What does ’when another day comes’ mean?
It’s clearly saying they have lost interest in dueling with your Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land cultivators.
Even if they spar again, the outcome will not change.
This is blatant disdain.
Tang Bufan, and the watching cultivators from the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land, all felt stifled.
They wanted to retort, but when the words reached their lips, they didn’t know how to speak.
What could they really say?
They felt that no matter what they said now, it would be futile and weak.
Unless someone could step out and completely crush the other side’s ranks.
But such a thought remained just that, a thought.
After so much time, all of them now had a very clear understanding of the Seven-Colored Peacock Race’s strength.
They knew it was indeed a race favored by the heavens.
From talent to cultivation, to comprehension, and even in the application of techniques, they surpassed most of the people from the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land.
Even Ji Haoyuan.
They didn’t think even if he showed up, he might not be a match for those from the Seven-Colored Peacock Race.
If luck was on their side, perhaps he could win a match or two.
But if luck wasn’t favoring them, ending up like Tang Bufan was not out of the question.
Just as Kong Changtian and the crowd of Seven-Colored Peacock Race cultivators were preparing to leave the Demonstration Platform, a figure suddenly approached from a distance.
At first glance, the person seemed unremarkable, but upon a closer look, he possessed the aura of an immortal.
His appearance and demeanor exuded an extraordinary realm.
It was as if he was one with the world.
Moreover, as he walked, it seemed slow but each step seemed to have been measured in advance.
In the blink of an eye, he drew near from afar.
Among the previous watchers from the Ten Thousand Laws Sacred Land, someone immediately widened their eyes, involuntarily showing joy.
Among them were Lu Yuanshan, Dai Yunfang, and others.
Even Qin Mountain and Feng Zitao from Guangxuan Cave Heaven looked hopeful.
"It’s Senior Brother Nanhua!"
Finally, someone broke the silence.
Kong Changtian and the cultivators from the Seven-Colored Peacock Race, suddenly hearing this name, all turned their gaze to that figure.
