In the wilderness, after Li Xiaotian and Caesar departed, only traces of their battle remained.
"Whoosh!" From a distance, a streak of light flew rapidly towards the wilderness and stopped in the sky above it.
"It's over?"
The newcomer murmured, full of surprise. He was a young man, wearing a yellow t-shirt and black skinny pants, with a yellow afro. His entire demeanor exuded a non-mainstream, "Shamate" vibe.
"Damn, I thought I'd get to see a good show. I had to quit my night shift halfway through, what a loss."
The man looked distressed, about to leave when his brow furrowed, and he glanced towards the direction of the capital.
Over there, several streaks of light were also rapidly approaching.
At the same time, scattered streaks of light appeared around this wilderness. It was clear that many people had sensed the great battle that had occurred here.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen figures hovered in the sky above this location, all of them Emperor-level martial artists, and most of them were young faces.
There were the siblings from Atlantis, the Buddhist disciple A San from the Fan Nation's Buddhist sect, the Saintess Selina from the Vatican Holy City, a Daoist who was the youngest among those present, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, a swordsman in ancient attire, and several elders exuding terrifying auras.
"Little kid, you arrived the earliest. Did you see who Li Xiaotian was fighting just now? What was the outcome?"
An elder at the late stage of the Emperor level spoke, looking at the "Shamate" who had appeared first.
Simultaneously, everyone else present focused their gazes on him. After all, this "Shamate" was the first to arrive and should have more information than them.
"Damn, who are you calling a little kid? Old man, watch what you say. You're so disrespectful. If you want to know what happened, go ask Li Xiaotian yourself. I don't have time to deal with you."
The "Shamate" said, glaring at the elder. He turned to leave.
"Insolent!!! You are seeking death!"
Upon hearing this, the elder's face instantly flushed with anger. He, a dignified late-stage Emperor-level expert, was being ignored by an ant asking for information. How could he tolerate this?
"Boom!" Enraged, the elder sent a giant hand grabbing towards the "Shamate," filled with murderous intent.
"Old man, you dare to attack me? I'm from the Wasteland Hall, and my master is the current Wasteland Master!"
The "Shamate" turned to face the giant hand reaching for him, showing no intention of resisting, his eyes filled with disdain.
The elder's outstretched hand instantly froze upon hearing the "Shamate's" words. A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and his heart grew cold. A disciple of the Wasteland Master? Was it true?
Hearing the "Shamate" reveal his identity, the others present were slightly surprised but showed little reaction.
"Cough, cough, I didn't expect you to be a disciple of the Wasteland Master. Speaking of which, I've been friends with Elder Liu Neng of the Wasteland Hall for many years, haha. It's good that you spoke up quickly, little friend, otherwise, it would have been like the Dragon King's temple flooding and family members not recognizing each other."
The elder awkwardly withdrew his hand, his face slightly flushed. He quickly tried to de-escalate the previous conflict and continued speaking.
"You are indeed a man of distinguished talent, little friend. No wonder I felt you were very special the moment I saw you."
"Damn, if you can't speak properly, just shut up. I know I'm handsome, but I'm not conceited. With so many handsome men and beautiful women here, I'm just a nobody compared to them!"
The "Shamate" retorted without restraint, no longer planning to leave. He stopped to observe the others.
"Cough, cough, you jest, little friend."
The elder coughed dryly, feeling incredibly awkward. He surveyed the reactions of those around him and, finding no one mocking him, felt relieved.
However, he was immediately startled. Although the people present were not old, the weakest among them was at the mid-Emperor level. He couldn't even discern the strength of some of the young people.
"Hey handsome guys and beautiful ladies, since you're all here, why not introduce yourselves? Anyway, the Dragon King has left. How about we have a sparring match?"
The "Shamate" addressed the crowd, then continued.
"I'll go first. Leng Feng from the Wasteland Hall, known as Young Master Leng of the Royal Family!"
"Cough cough!" As soon as Leng Feng finished speaking, the young Daoist present couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't his fault; the other young people present were also holding back their laughter. It was likely that only modern youths would understand the humor.
However, the young Daoist quickly suppressed his smile and looked apologetically at Leng Feng, speaking.
"My apologies, Brother Shamate, cough cough, I mean, Young Master Leng."
Seeing that Leng Feng wasn't angered, the young Daoist bowed to everyone and continued.
"This humble Daoist comes from the Daoist sect, with the Daoist name Zhenxing. I greet all fellow Daoists."
After speaking, Zhenxing smiled shyly and remained silent.
"Zhenxing? Your Daoist name is truly fitting!"
Leng Feng exclaimed, looking admiringly. Zhenxing blushed slightly, smiling.
"Amitabha, this humble monk is A San, from the Buddhist sect. I greet all benefactors."
The Indian monk A San spoke, immediately drawing the attention of the young people from the Qin Dynasty present. A San, that name was indeed fitting.
"Cheating nation???" Leng Feng blurted out instinctively, a train packed with people flashing through his mind.
"Jian Ge, Li Xiaoyao!"
On the other side, the young swordsman also spoke.
"Holy City Saintess, Selina."
"Atlantis, Gu Li, Hai Weier."
"Tai Ri Divine Sect, Lie Yang Tian."
The young powerhouses present introduced themselves one after another. The elders present were inwardly shocked and silently retreated, leaving the stage to these youngsters.
Especially the elder who had attacked Leng Feng earlier was now covered in cold sweat. He had initially thought these youngsters were disciples from small sects in the vicinity, but he never expected them to be from overlord-level forces.
The Tai Ri Divine Sect, Atlantis, the Vatican Holy City, the Buddhist sect—these forces were all incredibly powerful, and none of them were ones he could afford to offend.
"Everyone, you're all here to find the Dragon King Li Xiaotian, right? Who's interested in fighting me first? Since everyone has gathered in the Qin Dynasty, isn't it to compete for the title of the contemporary number one? Even if someone can defeat Li Xiaotian, they'll be challenged by others later!"
Leng Feng spoke boldly, his gaze lingering on a few of them.
"Cough cough, Young Master Leng, this humble Daoist does not engage in fighting. As a cultivator, I dislike fighting."
The young Daoist Zhenxing spoke, bowing slightly to the others and taking a step back. His intentions were clear: he wasn't here to fight.
"Amitabha, Benefactor Leng, this humble monk has come to the East to guide myself and others. The cultivation of all benefactors is not easy, and you are all exceptionally talented. Since we meet by fate, why not sit and discuss the Dao, to reflect upon ourselves?"
The Indian monk A San clasped his hands together and spoke unhurriedly.
"What is this? Are you trying to mediate, monk?"
Leng Feng raised his eyebrows. Not fighting was acceptable, but he couldn't accept someone not fighting and then wanting others not to fight.
In the path of a martial artist, how could one become stronger without fighting?