Chapter 1605: Chapter 1605: If You Seek Revenge, Come to the Wuling Sect!

Iron Fist sneered, but he didn’t say anything. When powerhouses clashed, lives could easily be lost; engaging in verbal bravado was pointless.

“This child, despite his fierce talk, he truly doesn’t grasp the chasm between a Great Lord and a Supreme.”

To enter the Supreme Realm, one would be considered a strong contender even among the 33 Heavens. It is widely known that within the 33 Heavens, there are less than a handful of Nine-Colored Great Sovereigns—every Supreme is a ruler of their own territory, and they number less than a hundred.

The area of the 33 Heavens is almost a thousand times that of the Mandala Land.

It is said that even a Heaven Rank powerhouse would need over a decade to fly from south to north.

Iron Fist stood leisurely, seemingly envisioning his Second Spirit crushing Beiting Huang with his fists.

Just at that moment, Beiting Huang’s entire aura violently shifted. If before he seemed like a standard warrior, now his aura became even more menacing, his killing intent terrifying, as if he were a war god who had emerged from slaying through hordes of soldiers.

He wore no armor on his body, yet was adorned with a layer of nine-colored flames, burning fiercely. At the sight of these nine-colored flames, Iron Fist felt an ominous premonition and hurriedly tried to recall his Second Spirit, but it was too late.

In Beiting Huang’s hands, a nine-colored Heavenly Halberd materialized out of the nine-colored flames. Beiting Huang lifted the Heavenly Halberd high, and as a few flames scattered down, they twisted and distorted the very space around them.

Iron Fist could feel his Second Spirit trembling.

Seeing such flames, the Second Spirit was terrified.

These were Heaven and Earth Fire that could burn a soul to ashes.

“Damn it, stop!”

But Beiting Huang simply gave Iron Fist a slight smile, did not hesitate with his hand, and mercilessly cleaved his Second Spirit in two, from head to toe.

The flames burned over the Second Spirit, and Iron Fist, no longer caring for any restraint, recalled his Second Spirit—only for the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire to start burning upon his body. The pain was unimaginable as the nine-colored flames burst forth from his core, spreading throughout his body. The people of Iron Wind Mountain watched him writhe in the air before slowly plummeting to the ground, and finally, he turned to ash midfall.

Everyone from Iron Wind Mountain simultaneously stepped back in fear, regarding Beiting Huang with eyes full of terror. This youth had taken down a Supreme in a single move. Even a Ninth Grade Supreme would struggle to dispatch a First-Grade Supreme so quickly, wouldn’t they?

Iron Fist was a renowned name throughout Mandala Land.

The intended intimidation was achieved. Beiting Huang glanced neutrally at the others, who numbered over twenty. If he had wanted them to stay, it wasn’t that he couldn’t make it happen—there was just no need. His voice, clear and carrying an intense threat, said, “I don’t care what you came here for. If you want to avenge Iron Fist, then come at me!”

Not a single one dared to move.

Among these people, there were five Great Lords, and the rest were Lord Level Powerhouses. Even if they wanted to avenge Iron Fist, only the Mountain Master’s word would count. What would it mean for them to confront this youth?

It wouldn’t be worth it to lose their lives here.

“Since no one is stepping forward, then scram!” Beiting Huang said indifferently, turned around, and walked into the cave, his voice carried by the wind, “I will be staying at the Wuling Sect. If Iron Wind Mountain wishes to seek vengeance, then come to the Wuling Sect.”

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