No matter how agitated the people around him were like boiling water, Master Xuanyuan just stood there calmly.
His flowing white beard and tolerant eyes gave him an inexplicable sense of compassion for the world.
Apart from other things, Xuan Yuan Zhenren was at least far superior to the people who came with him in character. Staring at him slowly, he felt relieved a lot from the heat brought about by the saint's behavior just now.
"Why does the Saint have to do this?"
Zhenren Xuanyuan looked at the saint calmly, like an elder who is infinitely tolerant towards a naughty child. The saint just chuckled and said nothing.
Most people would probably have this thought in their minds when watching this confrontation.
The elders tolerate a naughty child.
Ranran shook her head in her heart. Except for her and Qin Siyi, no one present knew the true strength of the Saint, and no one knew the true meaning of this situation.
On the contrary, the saint still has a tolerant heart towards Master Xuanyuan.
To put it in a more understandable way, the Saint still felt that it was interesting to deal with Master Xuanyuan, so she did not take action immediately.
Otherwise, with her strength, she could take the lives of those around Master Xuanyuan with just one move.
The saint patted Gu Qingjue's face frivolously again, then took Ranran's hand and dived down with the flying sword.
In a flash, the two of them were standing right in front of everyone in the martial arts arena, just like when they were standing above Gu Qingjue, high above them.
"The irrelevant person Xuan Yuan Zhenren just mentioned is this young man I hung on the wall?"
Ranran felt like laughing after listening to this. She didn't know if the saint's wording was intentional. It was really clever that she used the word "hang" to describe Gu Qingjue!
Master Xuanyuan's expression did not change, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes as he looked at the saint.
"Why do you ask when you already know the answer?"
Ranran knew that even the best-tempered person would get angry when faced with this level of provocation from the Saint.
Hanging Gu Qingjue on the wall as a painting insults not only Gu Qingjue, but also the master Xuanyuan Zhenren.
He is his direct disciple.
"What do you mean by asking even though you already know the answer? I really don't know."
The Saint smiled and said, "I think that Master Xuanyuan and I have a big disagreement about whether Master Gu is related to today's incident."
"I have never sent the Holy White Guards and Blood Servant to invite Master Gu and the others to Wushan."
The Saint's eyes suddenly turned cold, "You are not Wushan's guests."
The martial arts arena was in an uproar. "Saintess Wushan! How dare you speak to Master Xuanyuan like that!"
"Master Xuanyuan is the commander of our entire host alliance! All the seven major sects will give Master Xuanyuan a face. Even the Demon Lord will have to speak nicely to Master Xuanyuan. You'd better think before you talk to him!"
The Saint looked at Ran Ran in confusion, "Shen Yanwen, can you understand what they mean?"
Ran Ran smiled awkwardly, "I don't understand."
Although she really didn't like the Saint's behavior of drawing everyone's attention to her, in this situation, it was quite easy to choose between agreeing with those people or continuing to stand on the Saint's side.
The people in the martial arts arena had long regarded her as the Saint's new favorite gigolo. Even if she surrendered sincerely, these people would only despise her.
The saint was obviously very satisfied with Ranran's answer, and immediately laughed on the flying sword.
"No one in Zhongzhou can tell me how to speak. Besides, I've already said it. Do you still want to ask me if I dare? Do you really need me to explain the reason to you?"
The saint's eyes quickly locked onto one of the clamorers.
She just moved her fingertips slightly and pulled the man out effortlessly.
The man screamed in fear, struggling with his torso and limbs, but was completely unable to avoid being lifted into the air under the control of the saint.
Everyone's faces changed drastically, "How did they do that?! I didn't even notice any spiritual energy fluctuations!"
"Is she really using magic?!"
"It's not magic, it's witchcraft! Witch! She is indeed a female devil!" The saint moved her fingers casually, and the man spun around in the air following her movements.
"What an annoying cry." The Saint's smile faded. "You can't even answer the question properly, and you still expect me to answer your question properly?"
"It's just meaningless barking."
The saint said as she waved her hand away in disgust, and the man followed her movements and flew rapidly towards the edge of the martial arts arena.
Like a meteor full of impact, it hit directly under the stands of the martial arts arena with a loud "bang".
When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone saw that a big hole was smashed in the thick stands, and the "lucky man" chosen by the Saint was covered in blood and unconscious.
The sounds present seemed to have been paused suddenly. Everyone tacitly restrained their voices and just stared at the stands in horror.
Ranran also swallowed quietly and calmly.
Although she had already acknowledged that it was her arrival that caused such a big change in the Saint, she did not expect that the Saint would be crazy to this extent!
Do you have to kill someone if something doesn't go your way?
The saint seemed to hear Ranran's pounding heartbeat and suddenly turned around to look at her.
"Don't you like to enjoy this kind of scene?"
Ran Ran was stunned and said blankly: "It's so shocking... so surprising..."
"I didn't react for a moment."
The Saint asked uncertainly, "So your heart is making excited sounds?"
Ran Ran laughed dryly, "Of course, I am excited to finally see Your Highness take action."
The saint then turned her head with satisfaction.
Ranran's heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly sank. She finally understood what it meant to live with the king like living with a tiger.
She didn't have paranoia, but being around someone who could control her at any time... really made her terrified every second.
The saint spoke coldly to the crowd who had not yet come to their senses.
"Do you understand my attitude now?"
"You seven major sects have come to Wushan in such a large group. I thought you all had already tacitly accepted that you would be hostile to me. Otherwise, why would you come in so many numbers?"
Some people still loudly retorted with a guilty conscience, "We are just trying to seek justice for Chief Luo. You are overthinking it!"
The saint's eyes turned, and her indifferent gaze fixed on the person who spoke, "Really? It turns out that it takes so many people to help someone seek justice just by talking."
She smiled gently, her slightly crazy eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Why don't I kill a few more and see if your justice is affected by the number of people."
As the saint gently closed her palms, the man who had been shouting for justice was like a kite pulled by a long string, and was moved at will by the saint.
"What kind of magic did you use?!"
The saint ignored him and spoke softly in a voice that only Ranran could hear.
"One moment I am a demon, the next moment I am a monster. What am I? Will you ever treat me as a human being?"
Ranran was stunned. She couldn't figure out where the saint's idea came from.
She did detect a similar inhuman feeling in the two people, but did the saint herself have such a thought?
When did this happen?
Was it because of the inexplicable illness that had been plaguing her? Did it make the Saint think this way? Or...
Has the Saint heard similar statements from other people before?
Ran Ran was like a puppet that was suddenly frightened. The saint couldn't help but notice her abnormality, so she turned her head and said softly.
"Do you have anything to say?"
For a moment, Ran Ran felt that she was being stared at by some giant beast in the mist. (End of this chapter)
