C1455 Pressure
C1455 Pressure
At this moment, however, their expressions were grave as they watched the descent of a High-grade Emperor Level Flying Ship. The reports from Shi Le'an and his companions were hard to fully trust, yet the Sect Seniors could not afford to take any chances. After all, the matter at hand concerned the Thunder Yang Pavilion's most precious legacy.
But Lin Xuan didn't allow them the opportunity to deliberate further. Upon arrival, he relinquished control of the High-grade Emperor Level Flying Ship. Thankfully, the Martial Puppet took over just in time to prevent a disastrous plummet.
Lin Xuan himself transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards the Thunder Mountain behind the Thunder Yang Pavilion. The Sect Seniors swiftly took flight from the barrier, intent on interception. But Lin Xuan's speed was unmatched, leaving even the peak Emperor Level martial artists trailing in his wake, unable to react.
Lin Xuan had already surged past them, ascending to the heights above Thunder Mountain. Behind him, Shi Le'an and the others quickly took to the air, moving to confront the Sect Seniors. But before they could close the distance, an overwhelming pressure enveloped the heavens, sending them crashing down as if they were weightless dumplings.
Only their status as Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, with their exceptional physical resilience, spared them from serious injury upon impact. The instigator of this chaos was none other than Lin Xuan, who had made his way to Thunder Mountain.
A thunderous rumble shook the very core of the earth as a colossal thunder python, large enough to seemingly rend the sky, burst forth from Thunder Mountain, lunging at Lin Xuan with ferocious intent.
Lin Xuan did not evade.
With a smile on his face, he awaited its arrival.
In an instant,
The thunder python enveloped Lin Xuan.
In that moment, they were truly connected.
A pressure, unprecedented and far exceeding the peak of Emperor Level, burst forth from Lin Xuan.
It dominated the heavens and the earth, silencing all.
The only sound that remained was the thunderous roar echoing through the Void.
It was not until this moment that the Sect Seniors of the Thunder Yang Pavilion realized.
The messages Shi Le'an had relayed were indeed true.
This Lin Xuan, who had emerged from nowhere and descended upon the Dongyuan Continent,
was far more formidable than the rumors suggested.
This was the domain of the Thunder Yang Pavilion.
Their demonstrated strength here was vastly superior to the outside world.
Within this realm, they were confident in their superiority over any peers.
But today,
Lin Xuan had yet to take action.
Merely the spread of his aura had subdued everyone.
Including those at the peak of Emperor Level.
There were not just one, but several peak Emperor Level individuals present.
They recognized Wei Zhengzhen, Yang Mao, the Elemental Spirit Sons, and other peak Emperor Level figures from various factions.
There were also over twenty late period Emperor Level warriors.
Together, they represented the pinnacle of the continent's martial prowess.
Yet here they were, all suppressed, prostrate on the ground, unable to move.
Should this news escape, it would be beyond belief.
Had they not experienced it firsthand, even as witnesses, they would doubt its veracity.
In this era, to have such a formidable martial arts master was unthinkable.
His power was sufficient to intimidate the entire continent.
Unstoppable.
With such an overwhelming force, beyond the peak of Emperor Level, annihilating the Devil Cloud Sect, subduing the East Saint Sect, and the Purple Cauldron Sect posed no challenge.
Now, it was the Thunder Yang Pavilion's turn.
Upon his arrival, Lin Xuan made a beeline for Thunder Mountain.
Clearly, this display of power was not merely for show.
It was because of Thunder Mountain.
Yet, it also underscored the sheer terror of his strength.
As vast as the sea, its depths immeasurable.
And now, the time had come for them to make a choice.
Just as Shi Lezian had reported, Lin Xuan was likely a cultivator of the Lightning attribute. His intentions couldn't be clearer; he had set his sights on the Thunder Yang Pavilion's most sacred treasure, the Thunder Mountain, a legacy that had been passed down for countless years. But what could they possibly do about it?
They had entertained the notion of using the local terrain and the sect's protective grand array to fend off Lin Xuan, but that hope was swiftly crushed. The mere pressure exerted by Lin Xuan had overwhelmed them all. There was no stopping him, nor did they have the right to try. In this world, strength commands respect.
The Thunder Mountain had always stood there, even before the Thunder Yang Pavilion claimed it. Since the Middle Ages, no Emperor Level powerhouses had emerged capable of advancing further, leaving the Thunder Mountain, with its power exceeding that of the Martial Monarch Stage, untouchable. The founder of the Thunder Yang Pavilion stumbled upon it but could not possess it. Instead, he founded the Thunder Yang Pavilion right there, and it has been inherited through the generations. In truth, the Thunder Mountain never really belonged to the Thunder Yang Pavilion; it was merely occupied and used by them as if it were their own. The Thunder Yang Pavilion's considerable strength, especially as one of the six mightiest forces on the Dongyuan Continent in recent times, left no room for dispute.
But now, a more formidable power has emerged. It seems only logical that they would claim the Thunder Yang Pavilion for themselves. Despite having reasons to resist, they lack the strength to do so. Even if they were to throw caution to the wind, they would likely only provoke their adversary, inviting disaster and potential annihilation without even scratching their opponent.
Lin Xuan's overwhelming presence, which seemed to suppress the very heavens and earth, was terrifying and awe-inspiring. It extinguished any desire to resist among them all. What recourse do they have against such a rare and powerful being? Absolute power renders all conspiracies and tricks into nothing more than fleeting illusions.
A collective sigh echoed in their hearts. As they reeled from the shock of Lin Xuan's formidable power, the resentment and defiance that once burned within them were now reduced by more than half. This would be the case even if the local warriors of the Dongyuan Continent, including the other five great powers, were involved.
Even in the face of an assault by the formidable Devil Cloud Sect, they would boldly rely on the enhancement provided by Thunder Mountain and the grand array that protected their sect to engage in a fierce battle. They were determined to defend the Thunder Mountain, a treasured legacy, to their last breath. This resolve stemmed from the fact that the disparity between the two sides, while present, was not insurmountable. There remained a glimmer of hope for victory, even if it meant a pyrrhic one. Such an outcome was within the realm of acceptance for them.
However, the scenario changed drastically when faced with Lin Xuan as the adversary. The chasm between them was not merely vast; it was akin to a profound abyss. They were on entirely different planes of existence, which cast a shadow of despair. Victory seemed an impossible dream. Even a hard-won victory was out of the question. To stand against him, even at the cost of their lives, would be futile—akin to a mantis trying to halt a chariot, a clear case of overestimating one's capabilities without the slightest chance of inflicting even a minor injury on the opponent.
Furthermore, Lin Xuan did not stand alone. The presence of Wei Zhengzhen, the Elemental Spirit, Yang Mao, and other peak Emperor Level cultivators in his entourage spoke volumes about the power he commanded.