Xin Ci and Mu Qingqing were surprised by this.
The Sect Master of the Holy Land, Ji Honghao, was also a formation master, and had reached the heaven-defying level of forming formations with a mere flick of his finger.
It seemed that the strength of this Sect Master of the Holy Land was even greater than imagined.
After a burst of dazzling light, the sixteen disciples on the Slaughter God Plaza all disappeared.
Ji Honghao and Gu Lin Yue also opened a spatial channel and left the Slaughter God Plaza.
...
Xuan Kong Mountain was located in a treacherous mountain range on the southern border of the Celestial Domain.
Due to the dense mist obscuring the view, Xuan Kong Mountain was hidden in a vast sea of fog. Furthermore, the Great Emperor experts of Xuan Kong Mountain had set up a prohibition here, making it difficult for cultivators below the Great Emperor realm to approach this mountain range.
The Sect Master of the Holy Land of Xuan Kong Mountain possessed unfathomable strength.
Even Ji Honghao, who was skilled in formations, could not break the prohibition set by this Sect Master of the Holy Land for a time.
He could only bring the disciples of the Slaughter Heart Holy Court to teleport outside this fog.
At the same time, the teams from the other three Holy Lands also arrived here.
They were also blocked by this misty prohibition, and the grim expressions of several elders in their teams indicated this.
It seemed that these three Holy Land teams had arrived much earlier and were already getting impatient.
"Is this Xuan Kong Mountain? It doesn't seem like much. So much fog, I can't see clearly. It's not as good as any random peak in our Slaughter Heart Holy Court."
Li Fulan rubbed her nose and mumbled.
Although her voice was not loud, everyone present was not an ordinary cultivator, so they clearly heard her words.
In the teams of the other three Holy Lands, many people also began to stir.
Perhaps Li Fulan's words resonated with them, and these heavenly proud disciples also began to whisper.
"This Xuan Kong Mountain is too much. Knowing that today is the Holy Land Martial Competition, they are blocking the teams of the other four Holy Lands outside Xuan Kong Mountain. This is simply too disrespectful!"
"Even though Xuan Kong Mountain is the oldest and most ancient Holy Land among the five Holy Lands, with deep heritage, all four other Sect Masters are present. Not only is the Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain not coming out to welcome them, but they won't even let us enter the mountain gate."
"Speaking of which, although Xuan Kong Mountain has a history of ten thousand years, its overall strength is only mid-to-upper tier among the five Holy Lands."
"Yet, it dares to exclude the team from the strongest Holy Land, Divine Firmament Palace. This is quite surprising."
...
Hearing the discussions of these disciples, the faces of the other four Sect Masters also turned somber.
Especially the team from the Divine Firmament Palace, who were the biggest winners in the last Holy Land Martial Competition.
Now that they were blocked outside Xuan Kong Mountain, the Palace Master of Divine Firmament Palace, Wan Guimang, let out a cold snort.
The surrounding space seemed to be unable to withstand his violent True Yuan.
The disciples present were all suppressed by this terrifying power, unable to breathe.
Even they, the peerless heavenly proud disciples of their respective Holy Lands, were only at the Celestial Venerable realm and could not withstand the pressure of a Great Emperor expert.
Their internal organs felt as if they were being twisted and crushed.
Fortunately, the other Sect Masters intervened, protecting their respective disciples.
On the side of the Burial Sword Pavilion, Ji Jue Kong, the Nine Absolute Sword Emperor, showed a trace of displeasure between his brows.
He opened his eyes and, without moving a finger, a vast sword qi surged out like a mighty ocean, cleaving through Wan Guimang's powerful pressure.
The disciples behind Ji Jue Kong were then able to breathe freely and their expressions returned to normal.
Then he roared at Wan Guimang, "Wan Guimang, I have no objection to you getting angry and making a move, but don't involve our Burial Sword Pavilion!"
Wan Guimang glanced indifferently at Ji Jue Kong and then withdrew his aura.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Ji Jue Kong, but the person who angered him was the Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain.
Beside Ji Jue Kong, a Burial Sword Pavilion elder with white hair and beard approached their Pavilion Master and whispered a few words.
"Pavilion Master, although Wan Guimang of the Divine Firmament Palace is a bit impulsive, his anger is not without reason. After all, this Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain is indeed a bit excessive."
Ji Jue Kong frowned upon hearing this.
What this elder said was indeed true. It was not a solution to keep waiting like this.
Therefore, Ji Jue Kong's gaze swept towards Xuan Kong Mountain, and he shouted with his True Yuan, "Xuan Qingming, how long are you going to make us wait outside? Is this how your Xuan Kong Mountain welcomes guests!"
His actions also attracted the attention of the other three Sect Masters.
The ruler of the Northern Cold Holy Land was a woman with skin like condensed fat and an exquisitely beautiful face, wearing a light blue elegant dress.
A Four-Star Great Emperor expert, Ling Qinghan.
Among all the Sect Masters, she understood Ji Jue Kong's personality the best.
Ling Qinghan toyed with a strand of water-blue hair with her slender white jade-like hand, her red lips parted, and she smiled charmingly.
Her seductive eyes, full of charm, looked at Ji Jue Kong with interest and said leisurely to a accompanying Great Emperor from the Northern Cold Holy Land, "If Xuan Qingming doesn't lift the mountain's prohibition and let us in, I'm afraid that with Ji Jue Kong's personality, he might just cleave Xuan Kong Mountain with a sword?"
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Ling Qinghan's delicate red lips.
The other two Sect Masters, like Ling Qinghan, watched the show from the side.
Ji Jue Kong was getting impatient. He raised his finger, and a sharp sword hovered in front of him, about to forcefully break through the prohibition.
But at that moment, the prohibition of Xuan Kong Mountain was suddenly lifted.
The mist instantly dispersed, and a vast and dense spiritual energy swept in all directions, revealing the magnificent and imposing mountain peaks within.
Although Xuan Kong Mountain only had one peak, its size was such that it might not even match the combined size of over a hundred peaks in the Slaughter Heart Holy Court.
A young man with a clear and handsome face, dressed in a simple green robe, walked out slowly from within.
He was followed by a host of elders and disciples of Xuan Kong Mountain.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the elegant man leading them.
From his position, everyone could tell that this was the Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain, Xuan Qingming.
However, in the eyes of the disciples of the other Holy Lands, this Sect Master of the Holy Land was not what they had imagined.
Especially when they saw Xuan Qingming, the eyes of these disciples flickered with an unusual light.
Why did the Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain not inspire the same awe as the other four Sect Masters?
Instead, they felt that the Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain looked like a frail scholar.
Moreover, as Xuan Qingming emerged from Xuan Kong Mountain, a humble smile graced his face.
This person was so approachable that many disciples did not feel any threat from this Sect Master of the Holy Land.
"Xuan Kong Mountain indeed has quite the show. You should have been waiting outside Xuan Kong Mountain for the arrival of the other Holy Land teams."
"But now, it is the teams of the other four Holy Lands who are welcoming the appearance of your Xuan Kong Mountain team."
"Xuan Qingming, as the Sect Master of Xuan Kong Mountain, should you give everyone present a reasonable explanation?" Ji Jue Kong said sarcastically.