Six Realms Immortal Emperor

"Sixing, how are you?" Xu Jingtian looked at Dongfang Sixing in the distance, feeling very anxious.

He remained lying on the ground until he saw the man move slightly, confirming that he was not in any danger, and then he felt relieved.

"Cen Yang!" Xu Jingtian sneered and walked towards him. He brandished a sharp blade between Cen Yang's brows, causing the man to fall to the ground in fright.

"You... what do you want to do? Don't forget you're still an outer disciple. If you commit treason, the Brahma Sect will not forgive you!" Daoist Cen Yang broke out in a cold sweat and spoke haltingly. He now understood Xu Jingtian's strength and knew that the other party could take his life in an instant, so he was extremely worried.

Master Cen Yang was an elder in charge of transmitting skills to outer disciples, and his status was higher than that of ordinary inner disciples. If he were killed like this, the Brahma Sect would definitely investigate.

Xu Jingtian hesitated. Although Daoist Cen Yang was despicable, he couldn't afford to offend the Brahma Sect. His cultivation was still too weak, and he would have to stay here for a considerable period of time.

As long as Xu Jingtian remained in the Brahma Sect, he would be bound by its rules, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

"How about that? You dare not kill me now?" Daoist Cen Yang couldn't help but feel smug when he saw that his words had worked.

However, this Daoist Cen Yang is so despicable that if we make an enemy of him today, our days in the Brahma Sect will probably be difficult in the future.

While Xu Jingtian was still hesitating, Dongfang Sixing slowly stood up and staggered toward them, staring fiercely at Daoist Cen Yang.

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Sixing arrived within a few feet, gripping the broken sword in his hand even tighter.

Master Cen Yang hurriedly shouted at him, "Stop right there! Take another step and I'll kill you right now. Even if I'm missing an arm, killing you is still as easy as turning my hand, like crushing an ant!"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Sixing stopped in his tracks and continued to glare at Daoist Cenyang.

"Hahaha!" Daoist Cen Yang raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully to Dongfang Sixing, "What are you looking at? Even if I don't kill you today, I'll expel you from the Brahma Sect. Hahaha, you only have the second level of Qi Refining now. Once you leave the Brahma Sect, you're just a piece of trash! You'll be killed sooner or later!"

Master Cen Yang's words were tantamount to indirectly sentencing Dongfang Sixing to death, and he looked to Xu Jingtian for help.

This Daoist Cen Yang is indeed no good. Xu Jingtian dared not be careless. The sharp blade in his hand, infused with spiritual power, emitted wisps of spiritual energy, causing fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy.

Xu Jingtian's cultivation level has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, but his realm is still too low. His methods and strength in controlling spiritual power have not improved and are still at the most basic level.

Daoist Cen Yang, being closest to Xu Jingtian, could naturally sense these things. He had intimidated Dongfang Sixing with just a few words, but Xu Jingtian was his greatest threat and had to be eliminated. After a moment's thought, he said to Xu Jingtian, "And you, Xu Jingtian. If you obediently hand over this treasure and kowtow in apology, you'll have made amends, and I might consider letting bygones be bygones. What do you say?"

"Old fox!" Xu Jingtian smiled slightly upon hearing this. This Daoist Cen Yang had a very clever plan. In terms of strength, he and Daoist Cen Yang, who had lost an arm, were evenly matched. The key was the blade; if he handed it over, he would be dead in the next moment.

Although Xu Jingtian remained calm inside, he feigned some fear on the surface, carefully sheathing his blade as he asked, "Daoist Cen Yang, is this true?"

Master Cen Yang's eyes gleamed as he pointed at the sharp blade in the man's hand, saying, "Hahaha, don't worry, I always keep my word! As long as you present this treasure, I'll give it to the sect. Perhaps the sect leader will forgive your past mistakes and even promote you to an elite disciple. Then, you can go to our Holy Martial Pavilion and choose suitable cultivation techniques and martial arts to practice. With your aptitude and comprehension, you might even reach Foundation Establishment soon, and the sect leader might even accept you as a true disciple..."

As night slowly fell, stars gradually appeared in the sky, reflecting on the sharp blade and emitting a faint, cold light.

Master Cen Yang's eyes shone brightly, his gaze fixed intently on the sharp blade, appearing somewhat eerie under its cold light.

"Master Cen Yang, is this really true?" Xu Jingtian hesitated, his hands holding the sharp blade trembling uncontrollably.

"Hehe, I guarantee that as long as you obediently hand over the treasure in your hand, I will personally plead with the sect leader on your behalf." Seeing that Xu Jingtian had relaxed his guard, Daoist Cen Yang further tempted him. At this moment, he forgot his pain, staring at the sharp blade in Xu Jingtian's hand, his eyes revealing greed. As long as he could trick Xu Jingtian into handing over the treasure, even losing an arm would be worth it.

Xu Jingtian feigned interest and extended his blade towards Daoist Cen Yang. Throughout their fight, he had tried to persuade the Three Saints of the Soul Separation to intervene, but they remained unmoved. He finally realized that the Three Saints of the Soul Separation were simply enjoying their misfortune; they were too lazy to intervene. Unless their lives were in grave danger, the Three Saints of the Soul Separation wouldn't help.

Xu Jingtian had no choice but to harden his heart. Since he was sure he wouldn't die, there was nothing to worry about. He could only rely on himself and find a way to get rid of Daoist Cen Yang.

"Yes, just like that..." Master Cen Yang almost laughed out loud. He didn't expect Xu Jingtian to be so easy to fool. He stretched out his other intact arm to grab the sharp blade.

"No! You can't give it to him, Daoist Cen Yang is lying to you!" Dongfang Sixing shouted from the side.

Xu Jingtian turned to look at Dongfang Sixing, a hesitant expression on his face, and stopped holding the sharp blade.

"roll!"

Master Cen Yang angrily cursed at Dongfang Sixing, and with a flick of his arm, a gust of wind knocked him to the ground. Then his arm grew longer, his five fingers spread out, covering the sharp blade several inches away.

A tremendous suction force came, and the sharp blade in Xu Jingtian's hand almost slipped out of his grasp. Daoist Cen Yang's ability to control objects from a distance was far superior to his.

"for you!"

Xu Jingtian sneered, his hand holding the sharp blade swiftly moving forward, aiming fiercely at Daoist Cen Yang's arm.

With the two sides only inches apart and the attack sudden, Master Cenyang had no way to dodge.

"Ah! You!" Daoist Cen Yang roared in fury as a large hand was immediately pierced by a sharp blade, the venom instantly seeping into his meridians.

Compared to the Three Saints of Soul Separation, Daoist Cen Yang is far inferior, so how could Xu Jingtian fall for his trick?

Master Cen Yang had wanted to get rid of the two from the beginning, and since he had been harmed by him and had his arm cut off, he certainly wouldn't let him off easily. Xu Jingtian was well aware of this.

Cen Yang Daoist lost an arm due to carelessness, making him even more cautious, and it would be extremely difficult to injure him again. However, for him and Dongfang Sixing alone to kill Cen Yang Daoist was even more difficult than climbing to heaven. Only by making Cen Yang Daoist lower his guard could they have a chance to hurt him.

Master Cen Yang was shocked by this outcome. He glared angrily at Xu Jingtian, but before he could say anything more, he felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.