Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

A man and two women suddenly appeared, causing everyone present to fall silent.

The Martial Desolate Realm actually had two Spirit Kings, which was definitely enough to shake heaven.

However, at that moment, the Bright Flame Spirit King ignored Qiu Qing and Xuehen and instead looked at Long Zixuan with utter astonishment.

Being the Martial Clan Spirit King, he had naturally seen the portrait of the Martial Honor from The Era of the Ancient White Mist.

On the very day the Martial Honor was born, he had even seen him from afar.

The young man before him looked exactly like the Martial Honor…

Even the calm composure, the unshakable presence that feared nothing…

The reincarnation of the Martial Honor?

He stared intensely at Long Zixuan and asked,

"Who are you!"

Long Zixuan looked at the Bright Flame Spirit King, smiled indifferently, and said,

"Whoever you think I am, that is who I am."

Upon hearing this, the Bright Flame Spirit King immediately shouted,

"Impossible!"

"The Martial Honor has perished, his body laid in the Heavenly Abyss, and his presence is no longer found in this world!"

"How dare you impersonate the appearance of the Martial Honor… Are you seeking death?!"

He could not believe it at all!

The Martial Honor, the strongest figure in The Era of the Ancient White Mist, known as the World-Honored One and deemed invincible, had even defeated beings in the Sacrificial Temple with a single move during the Era of the Latter White Mist.

How could such a figure be reborn?!

Impossible, everyone knew that he had died, his bones filling the Heavenly Abyss.

Yet, at that very moment, the Martial Self Mirror next to Wu Xiaokun suddenly flew on its own to Long Zixuan's front, bowing excitedly and respectfully.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and horrified.

"What is going on… Why is the Martial Self Mirror bowing to this young man?"

"Impossible!"

"Even the Ultimate Being would not receive such respect from such a divine artifact…"

Everyone found it unbelievable.

And below, Yu Linglong's beautiful eyes narrowed even further.

She looked at Long Zixuan in disbelief.

Heaven…

Had she guessed wrong at the beginning?

Initially, when the people from the Martial Clan like Wu Fengjuan attacked the Martial Desolate Realm, they came commanding the Martial Self Mirror.

But the ownership of the Martial Self Mirror had changed.

At that time, she and others from the World-Stabilizing Pavilion, like Jin Chishan, thought it was Wu Jianghe, one of the Nine Tribes and Three Rebels, who had intervened.

But now it seems…

It had nothing to do with Wu Jianghe!

It was… this youth who claimed to be a village fisherman?

At that moment, her thoughts whirled frantically.

The Martial Self Mirror, after all, was left by the Martial Honor from The Era of the Ancient White Mist.

In this world, perhaps only the Martial Honor himself could receive such respect from the Martial Self Mirror!

She gasped.

Had her earlier guess been correct?

The Martial Honor… had truly been reborn.

No, not just the Martial Honor… She thought of Nan Feng carrying a zither, Zi Ling carrying a painting board, that monk who constantly spoke of transcendence…

Ten figures reincarnated?!

At that moment, she felt as if she had touched upon some ancient great secret.

At that moment,

Long Zixuan glanced indifferently at the Martial Self Mirror and said,

"If you want to sleep, just sleep well; there's no need to come out."

He had already fully observed the path of the Martial Arts.

Thus, he could see that the spirit of this Martial Self Mirror was at a critical stage, about to evolve to the High Road Level…

Upon hearing this, the True Self Realm immediately nodded, then returned to Wu Xiaokun's side and lay still.

Was it asleep?

The crowd watched this scene and was outright dumbfounded.

"He can actually command the Martial Self Mirror…"

"He… could he really be the reincarnation of the Martial Honor? No… if he is the Martial Honor, then who was it that filled the Heavenly Abyss?"

"Heavens, Martial Honor is reincarnated, living another life, could this be earth-shattering?"

Everyone was extremely shocked.

At this moment, nearly everyone had come to a consensus.

This young man...

most likely, was Martial Honor himself!

Bright Flame Spirit King, too, was trembling inside.

As a generation's Spirit King, looking at Long Zixuan, he actually felt some fear.

"The Ten Honored Ones are already dead..."

"You... are an Evil Spirit!"

He roared and then suddenly burst forth with overwhelming force; each inch of his skin evolved into a bizarre source power, flawless, tearing apart space, surpassing all speeds, intent on annihilating Long Zixuan.

He was scared, whether it was indeed the reincarnation of the Ten Honored, or someone related to the Ten Honored, they absolutely should not exist in this world.

That would lead to an earth-shaking catastrophe.

Thus, he had to be slain.

He shattered the surrounding space, endless Martial Path imprints converged into a terrifying fist wave, causing all the flora within a hundred li to cease, the very earth cracked.

However, Long Zixuan just stood with his hands behind his back, indifferently glanced at him, then raised his hand and casually pointed a few times.

Instantly, behind him, Qiu Qing and Xuehen's music of the zither and guqin moved again.

The zither sound was like a knife, the guqin sound like a sword.

The knife and sword transformed, in a blink, they slashed into the ocean of Martial Path.

Silently, as agreed upon, in an instant, standing within the ocean of Martial Path, known as the king of Martial Path, Bright Flame Spirit King screamed in agony.

His hands, directly severed by the zither and guqin sounds!

His terrifying ocean of Martial Path, the supreme Martial Path rune fist, actually did not block the zither and guqin sounds at all.

"No... did you see through my weakness?!"

He looked at Long Zixuan in terror.

He realized, with just one look, Long Zixuan had discerned his flaw in Martial Path, and with a casual point, could let the zither and guqin sounds slay him.

Upon hearing this, Long Zixuan merely said lightly:

"Your Martial Path sees only the flaws, not the essence… why need to see through?"

Hearing this, Bright Flame Spirit King was frightful and enraged.

"Even if you are the reincarnated Martial Honor, you must die in this life."

He made a desperate move, burning the Origin of the Grey Mist, regardless of all consequences, attempting to approach Long Zixuan.

But Long Zixuan still stood in place, simply pointing casually at a few more positions.

The zither and guqin sounds, like invisible blades, pierced through the ocean of Martial Path, striking Bright Flame Spirit King's body.

At this moment, Bright Flame Spirit King, as if being dismembered, every step closer to Long Zixuan, parts of his body would be slashed off, grey blood permeating the skies, gruesomely horrific.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Wu Minghuo yelled, exerting all his strength, rushing within a step in front of Long Zixuan.

And at that moment, his body suddenly fell apart.

His knees were chopped off; the entire person knelt in front of Long Zixuan.

Blood flowed from his eyes.

He... was almost dead.

However, just then, he suddenly took out a Jade Talisman and crushed it.

"Martial Honor reincarnated..."

He was transmitting a message toward the True Ancestor Realm!

On the verge of death, he wanted to send back news of the reincarnation of Martial Honor!

However, just as he finished saying "reincarnated," he dropped with a thud.

He was utterly dead!

The venue went silent.

The people of the Martial Clan, all stunned, watched the scene with dread.

"The Spirit King is dead..."

"Martial Honor reincarnated...he is Martial Honor!"

"No... quick, flee!"

In an instant, countless warships of the Martial Clan frantically fled.

Like dogs who have lost their homes!

"Those who betray and abandon loyalty, kill them all."

Long Zixuan spoke indifferently.

Immediately, the sounds of zither and guqin interwove, sweeping across ten thousand li.

Even if the warships of the Martial Clan were fast, how could they now outrun the zither and guqin sounds of two Spirit King level beings?

The blood of the Martial Clan splattered the skies, countless warships and the like exploded, turning to nothingness!

The Martial Clan was annihilated!

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