"Good!"
Zhang Fan responded with a single word, showing no surprise or shock.
Having cultivated for thousands of years in his previous life, he had witnessed countless betrayals and the coldness of human hearts. He felt no sympathy for the discarded Golden Core stage cultivators.
Survival of the fittest was a truth that every cultivator who ventured into the cosmos should understand.
However, while many understood this principle, it still drove people to madness when it befell them.
This group of Golden Core stage cultivators, some of whom were subordinates of the nine powerful figures, were now ruthlessly abandoned by Marquis Wen, much like Marquis Wen's seven sons were abandoned by him.
Hearing Dao Zun's words, Marquis Wen and the others remained silent. The group of Golden Core stage cultivators understood that they had been callously forsaken.
Their last shred of fighting spirit dissipated. Some Golden Core cultivators began to flee, but with their strength and speed, escape was impossible.
The Golden Core cultivators, already half-dead from Zhang Fan's earlier assault, were now fewer than thirty after another round of attacks by Lin Yun and Xue Jing.
Furthermore, Xue Jing maintained his domain's cover, significantly reducing the speed of those Golden Core cultivators.
Zhang Fan's body vibrated slightly, transforming into a streak of light that plunged into the crowd.
Immediately, screams erupted one after another. In Zhang Fan's hands, those Golden Core cultivators were as fragile as newborn infants, unable to withstand even a single punch.
With his current strength, Zhang Fan was comparable to an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator of the second tribulation. He was also incredibly well-rounded in all aspects, including offense, defense, domain, and speed.
"Die!"
Zhang Fan did not employ any magical techniques or domains. Relying on his formidable physical body, he engaged in close combat. The magical artifacts of the Golden Core cultivators, when they struck Zhang Fan, could not harm him in the slightest.
In an instant, blood splattered on the snow. In mere dozens of breaths, the screams ceased. Those dozens of Golden Core cultivators were all slaughtered by Zhang Fan.
The billions of humans watching the live broadcast watched this scene with immense shock.
"So bloody! So violent!"
"Haha, Saint Master Zhang is indeed the most powerful man on our Earth. Those aliens can't even resist in his hands!"
The humans were exhilarated, while Zhang Fan's parents, disciples, and followers watching this scene let out a collective sigh of relief.
It seemed that Earth's current tribulation had passed.
The ten individuals within the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon formation also felt their hearts pound. Saint Master Zhang appeared young, but his brutal methods instilled them with fear.
Fortunately, they had True Lord Tian Hua, who could perfectly combine their strength. Although they could not defeat Zhang Fan, they could at least protect themselves.
After several rounds of battle, less than a day had passed since over a hundred Golden Core cultivators descended upon Earth, and only ten remained.
These ten Golden Core cultivators could be considered the most powerful, aside from True Lord Nine Swords.
In the presence of Dao Zun, True Lord Tian Hua, and others, Zhang Fan, Xue Jing, and Lin Yun began to sort through the spoils of war. From over a hundred Golden Core cultivators, there were over a hundred Golden Cores.
Besides the Golden Cores, there were also the magical artifacts, spirit crystals, spirit medicines, spirit pills, and other cultivation resources carried by those Golden Core cultivators.
Although none of them were particularly wealthy, the combined wealth was enough to make Nascent Soul cultivators envious.
Dao Zun and the others were also tempted, but they dared not make a move to seize the spoils. Their most pressing desire was to wait for the Immortal Mansion to fully emerge; entering it was their primary goal.
After sorting through the spoils, Zhang Fan stood quietly on the snowfield, calmly gazing at the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon.
"Master, with our current strength, we can completely kill them. Even if they scatter and flee, we have a high chance of killing them all before they escape. Why do we need to wait for them to enter the Immortal Mansion?" Xue Jing transmitted his thoughts to Zhang Fan.
After all, once they entered the Immortal Mansion, no one could predict what would happen. If those cultivators from the Wu Shan star domain were to obtain a fortuitous encounter, it would be a great loss.
Zhang Fan gently shook his head. He had considered this idea before but ultimately rejected it.
He knew that with Dao Zun and the others' strength, their chances of survival if they scattered and fled would be very low, but Zhang Fan dared not gamble.
This was solely because the destructive power of Golden Core stage cultivators was immense. A single divine ability could turn the entire East Sea into ruins.
The two sides were in a standoff. One side dared not make a move, and the other was unwilling to.
On the third day, the entire East Siberian Plateau suddenly began to tremble as if an earthquake had struck. Numerous boulders rolled down the plateau.
The Immortal Mansion, which had originally emanated colorful auspicious light, gradually dimmed and then completely vanished.
"It has finally fully emerged."
Both sides on the snowfield had been waiting for this moment. Dao Zun and the others sighed in relief, yet a sense of tension gnawed at them.
After hundreds of years of searching, they could finally enter a place of opportunity, a chance to change their destiny, and soar to unprecedented heights if they seized it.
The magnificent Immortal Mansion was square-shaped, three stories high, with each story approximately ten meters tall, appearing grand and spectacular.
"An Immortal Mansion, even some powerful Nascent Soul cultivators do not possess one. To think that True Immortal Zi Wu would casually leave one here on a barren planet, truly generous!"
Gazing at the now fully emerged Immortal Mansion, even Dao Zun, within the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon formation, could not help but sigh.
The great gate of the Immortal Mansion slowly opened as it fully emerged. However, from outside the mansion, the interior was completely obscured, only a hazy auspicious glow could be seen.
Zhang Fan, accompanied by Xue Jing and Lin Yun, stepped through the gate of the Immortal Mansion. True Lord Tian Hua, controlling the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon formation, transformed into a golden dragon tens of meters long and flew in as well.
They ten dared not split up without being completely sure of their safety.
"Boom!"
As everyone entered the Immortal Mansion, the golden double doors slammed shut. Within the Immortal Mansion, spiritual energy was dense. Upon entering, Xue Jing clearly felt that if he were to cultivate here, he could break through to the Nascent Soul stage within a year.
Upon entering the gate, the first sight was a remarkably simple grand hall. In the center of the hall hung a portrait.
"Zi Wu."
Zhang Fan stared at the portrait, lost in thought. Memories of past years resurfaced.
In his previous life, Zhang Fan had cultivated for a thousand years and made countless friends. However, those he could truly consider confidantes were few and far between, and Zi Wu was undoubtedly one of them.
"If we meet again in this life, Zi Wu probably wouldn't recognize me," Zhang Fan mused with a sense of wonder.
In his past life, Zhang Fan met True Immortal Zi Wu when Zi Wu had already become an Immortal King. They had ventured into cosmic realms together, forging a bond of life-and-death friendship.
"Whoosh!"
Vast, seven-colored auspicious light poured down from the ceiling of the hall, coalescing into a figure within the hall. It was a middle-aged man who appeared exceedingly refined and scholarly.
This refined man looked exactly like the man in the portrait at the center of the hall.
"True Immortal Zi Wu!"
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