Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

Everyone was stunned, looking into the distance, where dust was rising into the sky. A half-step Lord was just slapped away?

Everyone stood there like clay sculptures or wooden carvings, motionless, unable to speak for a long time.

Whether in the Qian Kingdom or the Jiuli Dynasty, the strong people in the Nascent Soul stage are respected as the Lord.

The Lord is the pinnacle of the known path of cultivation and the supreme being. Looking around the whole world, it is difficult to find a few of them.

Therefore, a Half-Step Lord who has already stepped into the Nascent Soul stage and is only one step away from the test of thunder tribulation is the top combat force besides the Lord.

But now, this half-step master from the Prince of Xiang's Mansion was slapped back before he even showed up. You can imagine how shocking this scene was.

A dilapidated little mountain gate, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and thorns and weeds half a person's height, a desolate and dilapidated scene.

But now, who dares to despise it?

The large, ochre-colored hand retreated from the sky and finally disappeared into the mountain gate.

This scene stunned everyone!

In the distance, the mountains were broken. The Half-Step Lord from the Prince of Xiang's Mansion knocked down more than twenty mountains in succession before stopping. Huge rocks collapsed and dust rose into the sky.

There was blood on the ground, flowing like a small river, making the mountain area a crimson color, which was shocking to the eye.

"Am I dreaming? Is he definitely a Half-Step Lord?" someone whispered.

"What the hell is going on? The Lord didn't come out. The Half-Step Lord is the supreme being standing at the top and looking down at all living beings. But he was slapped away like this?" Someone slapped himself hard, wondering if he was dreaming.

In front of the dilapidated and decaying mountain gate, there was only a girl in purple standing there, her long black hair dancing gently in the wind.

"boom!"

Among the distant mountains, a huge figure stood up, towering over the sky, its eyes like two blood moons.

He walked forward with murderous intent, shaking the earth. A large number of rocks were shaken and rolled down from the mountain peaks. The towering ancient trees rustled and their leaves fell.

The monks from all the major sects and schools were all shocked and retreated backwards, feeling a chill in their hearts. Even their souls were trembling under the naturally emanating pressure from the Lord.

Some people couldn't help but kneel down, their whole bodies shaking uncontrollably. This was a kind of submission that was completely uncontrollable and came from the soul and instinct.

Unconditional obedience and respect to those in power!

This is the pressure of a Half-Step Lord. Even if it is just the aura emitted naturally, other lower-level cultivators will not be able to resist it once they encounter it. They will have a natural fear and cannot help but kowtow in worship.

Of course, there are also some self-important geniuses who have firm expressions. Even if they are under tremendous pressure, they still stand straight, not to mention kneeling and kowtowing, and they even refuse to lower their heads at all.

These people all firmly believe that they will become masters in the future, so naturally they will not submit to anyone.

What's more, this high and mighty Half-Step Lord had just been slapped away by someone and had his arm broken.

How could such a weak Half-Step Lord be worthy of their bowing?

"Lingxiao guest!"

The ancestor of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion roared angrily, and the sound shook the whole area. There seemed to be thunder exploding in the sky, and the clouds in all directions collapsed and were all shaken away.

"Ah--!" Some people couldn't help screaming in pain, covering their ears and staggering backward.

Some cultivators at lower levels were even shocked to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices, their faces turning pale, and they retreated in horror.

Such power is truly astonishing.

"Ancestor!" Everyone in the Prince of Xiang's Mansion shouted excitedly, looking at the ancestor who came in person.

"What are you making so much noise for? If you don't appreciate my kindness, I will kill you!" Such an impatient voice came from the dilapidated mountain gate.

Everyone felt a chill down their spines, their hair standing on end. Who was this person? The moment he opened his mouth, he threatened to smite a Half-Step Lord to death?

"Ling Xiaoke, my Xiangwang Mansion has no grudge against you. Why are you doing this?"

Every step taken by this old ancestor of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion caused the earth to shake, as if an earthquake had occurred, causing many people to fall heavily from great heights and cough up blood.

"Without any grudge against you, what are you doing in my temple? Do you want to bully my disciples by taking advantage of your power? Are you tired of living?" Ling Xiaoke's voice came out, so powerful that it made people's blood boil.

This is not just any random person, but a Half-Step Lord. However, Ling Xiaoke has such a disdainful attitude towards him, as if he can crush him to death at any time.

"The ancestor is seriously injured!" someone exclaimed.

The powerful men in the Xiangwang Mansion all felt a chill in their spines, a wave of horror in their hearts. How could such a powerful ancestor of the clan be injured by a single blow?!

For them, it was like the sky had fallen.

The ancestor of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion was approaching, his whole body was shining with terrifying light, and he was surrounded by 108 divine rings, brilliant and colorful, as if 108 galaxies were surrounding him, making him look like a god king standing in the center of the universe.

He exuded a terrifying murderous aura, and his eyes were brighter than the sun, making it impossible to look directly at him. Everyone who made eye contact with him would feel a sharp pain in their soul!

However, it was obvious that the condition of this Half-Step Lord was not very good. Half of his body was bleeding, his entire right arm was broken, and a lot of blood splashed on his snow-white hair.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, and the heaven and earth trembled. The arm bones that had just exploded and the blood that had not yet dispersed all quickly flowed back, and in the blink of an eye they were reassembled into the arm, as good as new, without any sign of injury.

"She is just a casual cultivator from my Qian country. This is well known to everyone. How did she become your Lingxiaoke's disciple?" The old ancestor of the Xiangwang Mansion stared into the depths of the Hongmeng Taoist Temple, but his tone was obviously much softer.

"I just accepted her as my disciple not long ago. Is there a problem? Otherwise, why should I explain it to you? If you don't appreciate my kindness, I will make sure you never come back!"

"Lingxiaoke! Don't forget that when you were in Qian Country, you also received the favor of a supreme ancestor of my Xiangwang Mansion!" The ancestor of Xiangwang Mansion said in a deep voice.

"Shut up. I only tried to please your ancestors in order to secretly learn the inheritance methods of your royal palace. What favor is this? Are you going to leave or not?" Ling Xiaoke said with confidence, not feeling embarrassed at all.

This left many present speechless. How could someone be so shameless as to deliberately curry favor with someone just to learn their methods, and then speak so confidently about it afterwards? Did they have no moral integrity at all?

However, due to Ling Xiaoke's dominance, no one dared to speak out their complaints.

Only some people of the older generation could know the reason behind this. Most of the Taoist traditions that Lingxiaoke stole were from people who had once hurt Hongmeng Taoist Temple, and therefore he hated them, so he deliberately stole their knowledge.

Then use your family's inherited methods to suppress your family's Holy Son and Holy Daughter, so as to demonstrate your power as the only successor of Hongmeng Dojo.

However, they did not expect that Ling Xiaoke had secretly learned the methods of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion when he was in Qian Country.