Wu Tian’s words dripped with domineering arrogance. This group of so-called heroes, the Immortal Seekers, seemed unworthy of even entering his sight.

"A demon? A demon? What a ’demon’!" Zhao Tianxia roared with laughter, his anger reaching its absolute peak. Whenever he called his enemies demons, they would fly into a rage, whether they were one or not! Yet this Wu Tian accepted the title with utter indifference. How could calling him a demon have no effect on him at all? How was this possible?

"Weileng, you have been deluded, but I trust your eyes still work. Now, watch closely! Witness my skills, which will shake the heavens and make gods and ghosts weep!" He descended the high platform step by step until he finally stood before Wu Tian.

The other Immortal Seekers didn’t cheer, merely standing silently to the side. Their greatest hope was that both Zhao Tianxia and Wu Tian would suffer grievous injuries. But on second thought, that was impossible! How could Wu Tian possibly harm Zhao Tianxia?

The Righteous Alliance had obtained the cultivation ruins of the Qionghua sect. According to rumor, Qionghua’s destruction was caused by an Immortal! This suggested that these cultivation ruins might hold Qionghua’s greatest secrets!

Lin Fa tugged on Yin Fengxue’s hand, hoping she would intervene.

Yin Fengxue shook her head. Everyone else thought Wu Tian was bound to lose. But these ignorant fools had no idea that today’s battle would be the one to make his name! After today, Wu Tian’s name would be known to every last Immortal Seeker.

But compared to Yin Fengxue’s confidence, the most distressed person wasn’t Guli Weileng, for she also had faith in Wu Tian. The most distressed were Heavenly King Zhufu and the Elders of the Eastern Taizhong Palace.

"Tell me, is there any chance he’ll survive?" Heavenly King Zhufu sighed. Though he already knew the answer, he still had to ask the Elders.

The Elders all wore sorrowful expressions as they shook their heads. "There’s no hope."

"He offended Zhao Tianxia. His death will be a gruesome one."

"His Spirit Root will likely be destroyed as well."

"A pity, what a pity."

A superior-grade Fire Spiritual Root, gone just like that. How could their hearts not ache?

Zhao Tianxia sneered, looking at Wu Tian who dared to stand before him, completely composed and unperturbed. The sword at his waist flew into his hand. Yuan Force coursed through him, making the sword-wielding Zhao Tianxia appear tremendously formidable! After a moment of silence, Zhao Tianxia finally struck.

"Sword Cry of the Nine Heavens!"

Instantly, his sword strike manifested nine beams of Sword Light. Nine, the highest number of the heavens. The Sword Light soared into the sky before plunging fiercely from above. The nine beams traced nine treacherous arcs, aiming straight for Wu Tian’s throat. "Demon, today you die by my sword! The Righteous Path will endure! Demons will be annihilated!"

Gazing calmly at the nine rapidly approaching beams of Sword Light, Wu Tian remained utterly motionless.

The nine beams of Sword Light struck him.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianxia sheathed his sword. A smile curled his lips as he declared, "The demon is dead."

"Idiot," Wu Tian, who was standing there perfectly unharmed, spoke with cold disdain.

The surrounding Immortal Seekers were all taken aback. They were certain they had seen it correctly—those nine beams of Sword Light had clearly hit Wu Tian!

Watching this, Heavenly King Zhufu and the others were stunned.

"He... he’s not without a foundation, it seems." They had assumed this Wu Tian only knew superficial Martial Skills and that taking his Spirit Root would be effortless. But now, it seemed that was not the case, which made Heavenly King Zhufu feel a sense of relief.

The Elders’ expressions also changed. They knew what they had to do now was to watch Wu Tian closely and find out just how capable he truly was!

Of course, the majority of the Immortal Seekers still believed that Wu Tian would be no match for Zhao Tianxia.

"You demon! You damned demon!" Zhao Tianxia was furious he hadn’t killed him in one blow. He had failed to kill the demon, and worse, he had mistakenly believed him dead and sheathed his sword. The humiliation was like a slap to the face, enraging Zhao Tianxia even further!

Gritting his teeth, he surged with anger and charged at Wu Tian once again. The Thunder Spirit Root activated! As the sword left its scabbard, thunder crackled along the blade, its power making the sharp sword infinitely more deadly.

Wu Tian shook his head. It was time to settle this and decide who lived and who died.

He clenched his fist. Zhao Tianxia’s previous move had been recorded and mimicked by the Formless Starry Sky Scripture. As Wu Tian’s own fist shot out, the superior-grade Fire Spiritual Root within him blazed to life, enveloping his fist in flames.

BANG!

The Sword of Thunder and the Fist of Fire collided, sending slight ripples through the air. The flames actually overpowered the lightning, draining the color from Zhao Tianxia’s face. His white robes were nearly burned away.

His fair face was now charred black. Panicked, he scrambled to retreat, but the power of the Fire Fist sent him flying backward. He scraped across the ground for more than ten meters before coming to a wretched halt, where he immediately coughed up a miserable mouthful of blood.

Looking at the battered Zhao Tianxia, who was beaten beyond recognition, Wu Tian then turned to the stunned Immortal Seekers around them.

Wu Tian said lazily, "Weren’t you here to vanquish a demon? Well? Can you?"

The Immortal Seekers were dumbfounded. They stared at the utterly defeated Zhao Tianxia, who had been practically insta-killed. A dead silence fell over the crowd before erupting into chaos, their astonishment boundless.

Everyone stared, dumbstruck, at the still-vomiting Zhao Tianxia. As Immortal Seekers from the Underground World, they all knew of his talent—a superior-grade Thunder Spirit Root. Because of this, the Alliance Hierarch of the Righteous Alliance greatly favored this son of his.

But who could have imagined that in a clash of Spirit Roots, the one beaten to a pulp wouldn’t be Wu Tian, but Zhao Tianxia? This sudden turn of events caught everyone completely off guard.

Lin Fa shouted with joy, "Boss, you’re just too strong!"

Yin Fengxue agreed with her son. "Indeed."

"That Zhao Tianxia is arrogant and despicably shameless! A guy like that deserves to die at our boss’s hands!" Lin Fa said through gritted teeth, his hatred for Zhao Tianxia’s character absolute.

Hearing this, Yin Fengxue immediately shook her head, her voice laced with anxiety. "No, you can’t kill him! Don’t kill him! Just defeating him is enough. He absolutely cannot be killed. He is, after all, the son of the Righteous Alliance’s Hierarch."

Lin Fa, however, thought about Wu Tian’s personality and stated firmly, "Anyone the boss wants to kill is a dead man, no matter how powerful his father is or how deep his background runs."

Yin Fengxue had a very bad feeling about this.

Zhao Tianxia spat out another mouthful of blood. Enduring the intense pain, he stared resentfully at Wu Tian. "I have to admit it, you’re a cut above me. You’re stronger!"

"But I am the son of the Righteous Alliance’s Hierarch, demon! You will let me kill you without a fight! Otherwise, you cannot bear the consequences of my later retaliation!"

Zhao Tianxia, stripped of his last shred of pride, was now consumed by a mad fury, demanding Wu Tian simply allow himself to be killed.

But in Wu Tian’s eyes, what was the Righteous Alliance? They were nothing but ants!

A chilling glint flashed in Wu Tian’s eyes as he walked toward Zhao Tianxia. He wanted him dead.