"Yes!"
The messenger immediately turned around and went ahead to deliver the message.
The team came to a stop, but the two carrying the palanquin showed no intention of putting it down and simply stood quietly in place.
The young man’s fingers lightly tapped the armrest, producing a dull and monotonous sound.
No one dared to speak, and the entire team was eerily quiet.
In reality, there was no need to wait for an entire hour; within just a quarter of an hour, noises arose in the distance, and someone shouted from afar.
"I want to see who is so arrogant to bully us at Bright Moon Valley."
With these words, a group of people, brandishing torches, grandly appeared on the road.
Leading them was a middle-aged man, plain in appearance but full of spirit, and particularly his eyes, as clear and bright as a bright moon.
Upon seeing the young man seated in the palanquin, he was initially stunned, then sneered.
"Is it you who sent people to demand the Medicine Saint Statue from my Bright Moon Valley?"
At first, the young man examined the middle-aged man with interest, but soon he lost interest and nodded somewhat indifferently.
"Yes, did you bring the item?"
"Heh, what a joke. My Bright Moon Valley has stood for so many years, never has anyone dared to be so arrogant as to oppress us." The middle-aged man laughed angrily.
The young man slightly raised an eyebrow, "Oh? So you have no intention of handing it over?"
"Of course, you won’t even reveal your name or title, and you demand the Medicine Saint Statue from me. You’re clearly not taking us Bright Moon Valley seriously."
The middle-aged man said coldly, but inside, he was quite nervous.
He realized he couldn’t see through the young man in the palanquin.
Moreover, he noticed that the people following the young man all had formidable abilities, which made him even more uneasy.
But even so, he couldn’t hand over the Medicine Saint Statue.
Ever since taking over the Medicine Saint Shrine, the statue had become Bright Moon Valley’s second core asset.
Over the years of development, many disciples had obtained the true teachings of the Medicine Saint Shrine through the statue, indicating its importance.
If he were to be intimidated into giving it up with just a few words, Bright Moon Valley’s reputation would be tarnished, and the flourishing situation they painstakingly built would collapse.
Therefore, as the Valley Master of Bright Moon Valley, he could not show weakness or concede.
At this moment, after listening to his impassioned words, the young man laughed.
"You ask for my name, then who are you?"
"I am Gu Shunde, Valley Master of Bright Moon Valley!" the middle-aged man stated proudly.
The young man nodded, then sighed, "What a pity!"
"Pity what?" Gu Shunde was somewhat puzzled.
"Pity such a fine name, that must be discarded right after appearing." The young man said blandly.
Gu Shunde was initially stunned, then realized what it meant, becoming furious and shouted.
"Quit your mysterious act, who exactly are you...?"
Before he finished speaking, the young man directly declared his name, "I am Jingping Saint!"
"Jingping Saint of North Canglong!"
With these words, the previously aggressive Gu Shunde instantly fell silent, his mouth agape and his eyes slightly dazed.
He looked like a duck with its neck held tight.
Recently, everyone Beyond the World knew about North Canglong’s Jingping Saint breaking through.
Perhaps some young martial artists aren’t familiar with Jingping Saint, but Gu Shunde, as the Valley Master of Bright Moon Valley, had certainly heard of those past events and understood how terrifying Jingping Saint was.
He just didn’t expect that the person who demanded the Medicine Saint Statue in the middle of the night would be the infamous executioner.
But this Jingping Saint looked merely like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth.
Could it be that his Realm was so high he could revert to his youthful appearance?
While he was at a loss, Jingping Saint, feeling bored, waved his hand.
"Destroy them, I’m a bit tired."
As soon as he spoke, his followers charged forward like wolves and tigers.
Gu Shunde was greatly shocked and couldn’t help but shout hoarsely, "Jingping Saint, you are so overbearing; aren’t you afraid of retribution?"
"Retribution?" Jingping Saint chuckled lightly.
"I am the retribution."
The battle broke out, and though the people of Bright Moon Valley were quite powerful, they were no match against the combined forces of North Canglong Separation Tower and the Wilderness Divine Sect.
They suffered heavy casualties as soon as conflict began.
Only Gu Shunde could hold on against the combined forces and attempted to break through with his followers.
But at that moment, the once stationary Jingping Saint in the palanquin suddenly raised his gaze and rushed directly at Gu Shunde.
Gu Shunde sensed the overwhelming pressure of strength but had no way to retreat, so he could only roar in defiance.
In the next moment, a fist shattered all his resistance, slamming into his head.
A muffled thud resounded.
Not only did Gu Shunde’s head explode, but his entire upper body was turned into a mist of blood under the immense force of the punch.
After delivering this earth-shattering punch, Jingping Saint, as if having accomplished something trivial, leisurely returned to the palanquin, lay back down, and gave a yawn.
"Quickly clean up, I want to sleep."
With these words, his followers became even more fiercely ravenous like wolves and tigers.