I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Thousands of kilometers away, in the heart of the Dragon Kingdom.

The Kunlun Mountains stretch across the land like a sleeping ancient dragon.

The main peak is over 8,000 meters above sea level, and the glaciers that have remained frozen for thousands of years refract a dazzling cold light in the thin air.

The violent winds of the stratosphere here transform into visible white air currents, like countless sharp boning knives, frantically cutting through the rocks on the cliff face.

On the edge of the cliff, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a coarse cloth Taoist robe, sat cross-legged.

The old man slowly retracted his index and middle fingers, which he had joined together.

At the fingertips, a wisp of cyan sword energy was slowly dissipating.

The space around the sword energy exhibited a strange sense of distortion, as if even light was being sliced ​​apart by that sharp Daoist aura.

"Old man, did you just draw your sword?"

A lazy voice came from behind.

Xiao Ting, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, wobbled over through the snow.

He was also holding a handheld game console, the screen flashing with colorful skill effects, accompanied by electronic sound effects indicating game completion.

Ouyang Qianjue did not turn around, but simply gazed silently at the rolling sea of ​​clouds thousands of kilometers away.

In his cloudy eyes, there was a faint illusion of the birth and death of stars.

"That guy, Gu Yan, tried to overstep the line just now."

Ouyang Qianjue's voice was very soft, yet it easily drowned out the howling wind.

Xiao Ting almost dropped the game console into the snow.

He suddenly raised his head, his previously nonchalant expression instantly vanishing, and silvery-white arcs of electricity uncontrollably crackled around his body.

"Ancient Nightmare? That ninth-rank spiritualist from the Purple Spirit Clan?"

Xiao Ting gasped.

"Wasn't he hiding deep within the Purple Spirit Clan's territory? How did he end up on the border of our Dragon Kingdom? And dare to cross the border? Is this old bastard tired of living?"

The interaction of energy between top-tier experts is extremely mysterious.

Upon reaching the ninth level, one can already faintly touch upon the underlying laws of this world.

Any burst of killing intent from a powerhouse of the same level will create ripples on the web of laws.

Just moments ago, when Gu Yan's dark gold natal puppet unleashed its ninth-tier pressure, attempting to shatter the void and cross the border red line, an alarm bell rang in Ouyang Qianjue's heart.

So he drew his sword.

Across thousands of kilometers, a sword light imbued with the essence of Kunlun Dao was unleashed, locking onto the aura of the Ancient Nightmare from afar.

"He resigned."

Ouyang Qianjue spoke calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Xiao Ting let out a long breath and patted his chest.

"That scared me to death! I thought we were about to have a national war. But old man, your sword energy is too fast! You're sitting in Kunlun, and your sword can cleave three thousand miles away. It's practically a cheat code!"

Ouyang Qianjue ignored his disciple's tired joke.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction of Tianyun Prefecture, his brows furrowed slightly.

What had just attracted his attention wasn't entirely Gu Yan's overstepping of boundaries.

Before the Ancient Nightmare unleashed its ninth-tier pressure, an extremely violent and chaotic wave of destruction appeared in that area of ​​the sky.

Within that fluctuation, Ouyang Qianjue sensed the rage of thunder and the destructive power of flames.

The two powers, thunder and fire, are obvious.

The materialized power of the [Ten Thousand Jun True Meaning] is difficult to perceive.

Not to mention the void power of the [True Meaning of the Great Void].

Therefore, even Ouyang Qianjue only sensed the existence of two forces.

Two completely different forces were kneaded together in an extremely ruthless way.

That was definitely not the work of Gu Yan.

Gu Yan is a pure mentalist, and it is impossible for such a complex power system to exist in his system.

"A remarkable little fellow has emerged from Tianyun Prefecture."

The existence of these two powers proves that he has mastered two true meanings of martial arts!

That little guy, could he have practiced that cultivation technique?

That would be interesting.

Ouyang Qianjue sighed softly.

Xiao Ting was saving his game when he heard the words "Tianyun Prefecture" and his ears perked up.

"Tianyun Prefecture? Old man, you're not talking about Shen Tian, ​​are you?"

Xiao Ting quickly approached the edge of the cliff, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"I knew it! This guy's got guts! A few days ago I went for a stroll in the Black Abyss Rift, and guess what? I saw him solo a mid-stage Tier 7 Abyss King! And he even gave Lan Xing a 30-kilometer-long middle parting! The scene was... wow, the special effects were off the charts, the budget was burning!"

Ouyang Qianjue turned his head and glanced at Xiao Ting.

"Are you sure he was only at the early stage of the sixth rank when you saw him?"

"yes!"

Xiao Ting patted his chest and guaranteed,

"How could my titanium alloy eyes be wrong? The fluctuation is clearly at the early stage of the sixth rank. I was even thinking that when he breaks through to the peak of the sixth rank in a year and comes to our Kunlun Dao Academy for baptism, I, as a seventh-rank big shot, will take him to show off and fly high."

Ouyang Qianjue sneered, looking at his disciple as if he were a fool, his white beard twitching slightly.

He could clearly sense the energy fluctuations from thousands of miles away.

"Peak of the sixth rank, and also suspected of mastering two martial arts essences."

Ouyang Qianjue silently recited this in his heart.

This foolish disciple actually thinks that the other party is a sixth-tier early stage?

"Old man, what kind of look is that?"

Xiao Ting felt a little uneasy under Ouyang Qianjue's gaze, and quickly tucked the game console into his clothes.

"Let me tell you, I promised him that I would personally pick him up when he comes to Kunlun for his baptism. By then, I will definitely have broken through to the seventh level, which will be a good opportunity to show him what it means to be a high-level martial artist."

Ouyang Qianjue snorted coldly, his withered hand stroking the cuff of his Taoist robe.

He originally wanted to slap this arrogant bastard into a snow pit, but then he thought better of it and put his hand down.

This kid has had a smooth life since childhood. Relying on his innate talent as a lightning awakener, he has never suffered a loss among his peers, which has fostered his lawless nature.

If we don't find him a worthy opponent who can make him question the meaning of life, his life will end here.

"Are you sure you want to take him along to show off?"

Ouyang Qianjue spoke in a somber tone.

"Absolutely!"

Xiao Ting patted his chest, making a solemn vow.

"I'm currently holding back my cultivation level. Once I've fully honed my sixth-tier foundation, reaching the seventh tier will be a natural progression. Taking on a little brother in the early stages of the sixth tier will be a piece of cake, right?"

Ouyang Qianjue turned around, facing the howling wind, leaving Xiao Ting with an unfathomable back view.

"Then you'd better hurry. I've observed the celestial phenomena, and the fortune of the Heavenly Fortune Palace is like a dragon. That kid's cultivation speed is probably much faster than you imagine."

Xiao Ting curled his lip in disdain.

"Tch, how fast can he be? Going from the early stage of the sixth rank to the peak in a year? Does he think he's a cheat? Even if he really is a cheat, he'll get stuck at the peak of the sixth rank. Without the baptism of our Kunlun, how can he touch the power of heaven and earth?"

Ouyang Qianjue did not refute.

He closed his eyes, and the image of Shen Tian arriving at Kunlun Taoist Academy appeared in his mind.

A sixth-tier peak cultivator, possessing two martial arts essences and terrifyingly powerful foundation, stood before this group of self-important geniuses.

At that time, the expression on my silly apprentice's face will definitely be quite a sight.

"Go to the Thunder Pool in the back mountain for seclusion."

With a wave of his sleeve, Ouyang Qianjue unleashed a gentle yet irresistible gust of wind that swept up Xiao Ting's body and hurled him toward the back of the cliff.

"Holy crap! Old man, you have no sportsmanship! I haven't even saved my game yet—"

Xiao Ting's screams gradually faded into the distance amidst the wind and snow.

Ouyang Qianjue sat down cross-legged again, letting the cold snow fall on his shoulders.

"This little fellow is quite interesting... I'd like to see just how much resonance you can evoke when you come to Kunlun for baptism."