At the beginning of the new year, the rankings of heaven, earth, and humanity were updated once again.
In the realm of Martial Arts, it was as if a storm had swept through.
"Human List Martial Artist, Yin Yang Hand Xun Liuyi, has broken through to Grandmaster?"
"Not just that, with a set of Yin Yang Palm Technique, he directly fought the Jile Immortal and wiped out a majority of the Jile Sect disciples. Now, he is ranked sixty-ninth on the Earth List as a Grandmaster!"
"Who would have thought, among this generation of Human Ranking Experts, Hidden Dragon Li Qinghe, who held great expectations, could not break through to Grandmaster for a long time. Later, the Goddess Constable, Iron Arhat, and others made breakthroughs. We originally thought that on the Earth List, it would be one of them who would first initiate the competition... But unexpectedly, it turned out to be Young Hero Xun who rose above them all."
"I wonder what Young Hero Xun’s title on the Earth List is?"
"Still the Yin Yang Hand! Didn’t you see it written here? Using a set of Yin Yang Palm Technique, he killed the Jile Immortal. In the world of Martial Arts, there are not many grandmaster secret manuals that cultivate both Yin and Yang, especially palm techniques. I don’t know what kind of opportunity he encountered..."
Not to mention other Human List Martial Artists, what would be their feelings after seeing the updated Earth List?
Rather, there’s a rumor that this top-ranked Hidden Dragon, after returning, announced he would enter seclusion and would not leave unless he breaks through to Grandmaster.
Inside Little Mountain City.
Within the Shanyao Gang.
"Slander, this is pure slander!"
Zhong Shenxiu stared at the freshly copied Earth List and angrily threw the white paper aside: "Why the hell am I still called ’Yin Yang Hand’? I would have accepted even ’Ten Thousand Poison Palm’..."
Although few people saw what happened that day, he definitely did not use any Yin Yang Palm to kill Jile Immortal.
The Divine Capture Sect had a purpose in doing so, and Zhong Shenxiu was very clear they were still fishing for him!
’The Divine Capture Sect hasn’t sent anyone to explain either, huh...’
Zhong Shenxiu scoffed: "Now that I have ascended to Grandmaster, they aren’t afraid of fishing out a great white shark..."
He guessed that perhaps a Grandmaster from the Divine Capture Sect had already arrived nearby, yet did not show himself.
What he didn’t know was that Divine Fortune Teller and Goddess Constable, both Grandmasters, had indeed just arrived; Divine Fortune Teller had no personal connections, while the Goddess Constable Yan Wushuang felt guilty and dared not appear.
’Well... you have your plans, and I have mine... Once I break through to Great Grandmaster, there will be nothing to fear...’
The gap between the Heavenly List Great Grandmaster and the Earth List was even larger than the gap between the Earth List and the Human List.
But facing the Divine Passage, the mystical gate that had frustrated countless Martial Artists, Zhong Shenxiu was very confident.
What enlightenment and mysterious exploration, seeing Spirit Mountain.
It was nothing more than enticing the aura of the Evil God and guiding a transformation of the spirit.
If he wasn’t worried about the consequences, he could even now risk a forceful attempt.
To the south of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
A savage territory that even the Great Wu Dynasty had never conquered.
In a moist, warm tropical rainforest where various poisonous insects thrive, along with snakes, spiders, scorpions, geckos, and toads propagating.
Within a peculiarly styled complex.
A burst of wild laughter emanated from the headquarters of the Five Poison Sect.
"Welcome Saint Heir’s emergence from seclusion!"
Numerous Miao Girls and Miao Warriors prostrated on the ground, looking up as if gazing at a Heavenly God, at a figure that appeared both divine and demonic.
"Emerging from seclusion this time, finally some good news... Although Hua Miao is dead, she did well!"
That Daoist figure in his twenties, with a youthful face emanating a strange evil aura, his purple eyes possessing an unparalleled demonic allure, seemed to engulf one’s spirit.
"What Human List, Earth List... This Saint Heir has always disregarded them. This time, as I make my trial in the Central Plains, I will earn my place on the Heavenly List and become a Heavenly Person Grandmaster!"
In his thirties, the Saint Heir made bold claims.
All disciples of the Five Poison Sect displayed an expression as though what he said was a universal rule, the absolute truth of heaven and earth.
Warm spring in March.
"Golden Zombie" Ximen Cuo looked at his own front door, and his spiritual sense suddenly felt a wave of danger.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave.
"Golden Zombie Ximen Cuo?"
A young voice sounded.
Ximen Cuo saw a young man walking out from his family’s fortress.
He was tall with fair skin, every inch of his skin and every muscle proportioned in an extremely harmonious and perfect way, as if following the golden ratio.
His pupils were purple, radiating a bizarre halo that made him seem otherworldly, overall appearing as if he were a Demon God who had stepped out of a mural!
"Grandmaster? What have you done to my family?"
Ximen Cuo circulated his cultivation technique, his body turning into golden stone, his skin surface shimmering with a layer of gold.
"Just bored while waiting for you, killed a few people to kill time..."
The purple-eyed young man seemed to reply languidly, "I come from the Five Poison Sect, my surname is Wan, named Slave King... Although this name might sound unfamiliar now, it will definitely appear on the Heavenly List in the future."
"How arrogant!" Ximen Cuo scoffed coldly, "The Five Poison Sect’s protector, the Black Widow, has challenged me, but she is already dead!"
Despite feeling unparalleled danger, he still attempted to strike at the other’s arrogance.
Perhaps it might give him a slim chance for the forthcoming flight!
Though in Ximen Cuo’s senses, this young man who called himself Slave King was only at the Grandmaster level.
At his age, reaching the Grandmaster stage was already a true prodigy, but it was nothing special.
Ximen Cuo considered himself able to challenge and even possibly triumph over opponents like the Goddess Constable, Iron Arhat, and even the recently advanced Yin Yang Hand.
But this opponent was fundamentally different.
Also at the Grandmaster level, yet he gave a feeling of being insurmountably powerful.
’A single encounter and I will... lose?’
’How is that possible?’
His spiritual sense ceaselessly screamed danger, causing Ximen Cuo’s hands to tremble slightly.
Immense fear captured his soul, making him abandon his desire for revenge against his family and disciples, as he suddenly turned and fled.
This scene, if witnessed by others from Jianghu, would surely shock and stun them beyond belief.
A Grandmaster, known for his fierce and brutal combat style, "Golden Zombie" Ximen Cuo, just fled ?
"Smart choice, but unfortunately... no matter how you struggle, there’s only one outcome."
Slave King’s voice came from all directions.
Ximen Cuo’s figure abruptly stopped, stunned at the sight of figures slowly emerging from the front, left, and right, all with purple eyes!
They were lofty, like divinities, indifferently watching a lowly mortal below.
But Ximen Cuo was, after all, a Grandmaster; he roared and was about to forge a path of life with his most proud technique, the Golden Corpse King Fist.
The next moment, Slave King was in front of him.
Ximen Cuo’s expression gradually became blank...