The Setting Sun Pass Arena.
Almost all factions of the Pandaren gathered here. Guarding the Setting Sun Pass and defending against Mantid raids is something every Pandaren should do.
The Cloud Serpent Riders, the Golden Lotus, the August Celestials, the Shado-Pan, the Tillers, and others were all stationed here, resisting the Mantid to earn merit and hone their skills.
These Pandaren, without exception, were eager to witness the duel between two demigods. Perhaps they could glean some insights and even achieve a breakthrough?
Monk breakthroughs are unique, depending on mood and enlightenment, along with essential daily and nightly training.
Therefore, maintaining a calm and joyful mood is crucial. Being 'at peace with the world' doesn't mean avoiding conflict, but rather defeating opponents until they yield and dare not contend with oneself. That is what it means to be at peace with the world!
Alright, alright, so you're defining it yourself.
Arthas, holding Frostmourne pointed diagonally at the ground, stood with one hand on the sword and the other behind his back. His cloak rustled in the wind, and with the Helm of Domination obscuring his face, he truly exuded the aura of a peerless swordsman in the eyes of the Pandaren.
"Demigod, Ximen Chuixue, please enlighten me!"
Ximen Chuixue?
What a poetic name, though 'Chuixue' (blowing snow) sounds a bit confrontational.
The White Tiger demigod is named Xuen, and you're named Ximen Chuixue. What does that mean?
"One of the August Celestials, White Tiger Xuen, please enlighten me!"
No sooner had he spoken than he widened his eyes; the opponent didn't even use a sword, his massive fist closing in.
Bang!
One punch, and his head buzzed. An unprecedented force enveloped him, his limbs stiffened, his energy uncontrollable, and he couldn't counterattack.
One punch, two punches, three punches!
It seemed slow, but each punch overlapped with the previous second, making the strikes appear sluggish.
Yet, in that instant burst, it was thirty punches per second, every punch landing, making the White Tiger Xuen howl. He couldn't retaliate for a long time, almost turning into a 'Bloodrage'!
He managed to squeeze in a Rain of Fire, which rained down, covering the tiger's fur and sizzling continuously.
Combined with the falling punches, it was double the pleasure.
He was brutally beaten for a full half an hour. During this time, White Tiger Xuen tried to resist, but ultimately, he was knocked unconscious by a hammer blow.
The next second, Arthas closed in again, continuing the brutal assault. Only when there was a sliver of health left did he rest his fist on the White Tiger's nose.
"You lost!"
Damn it!
Fury!
Xuen's nostrils were even larger than the fist, heaving with ragged breaths, his eyes wide, trying to see through the opponent's true strength.
But he couldn't see through him, truly couldn't.
"I lost!"
He gritted his teeth, uttered a single sentence, then turned and vanished in a flash.
How humiliating!
Even if he lost, he didn't want to lose so decisively, so utterly without face.
This wasn't just a loss; it was a one-sided pummeling.
That damned, bizarre energy paralyzed him, leaving him unable to resist at all. He tried to counterattack, but his claws were raised and then dropped, utterly interrupted.
Dizzy, dizzy, constantly interrupted and dizzied, without even the power to fight back. What else could this be but humiliation?
He recalled battling the Mogu emperor Lei Shen for three days and three nights, only to be defeated eventually due to exhaustion.
Lei Shen wasn't much stronger; he too was covered in scars, merely relying on the stolen Guardian's power to bully the weaker.
Everyone looked at each other, hoping to see a spectacular battle between a dragon and a tiger, but the outcome was so anticlimactic that it was hard to keep a straight face.
What is there to learn from this? Nothing at all!
In their bewilderment, Arthas proposed learning, which made the sect leaders' heads spin.
No, sir, you're already so strong, and you still want to learn our skills?
Aren't you afraid we'll lower your intelligence to our level and then defeat you with our vast experience?
Apparently, he wasn't afraid.
Onyxia stood to the side, a faint smile on her lips. She knew her master would win.
He seems to have grown much stronger. Last time it took two hours.
This time it only took half an hour, so he's stronger!
Truly worthy of being her master, and her man.
Thinking of her master's strength and his many positions, lying, on his side, kneeling, he always found new tricks.
In the distance.
At the center of the continent, there was a small lake, from which crystal-clear spring water flowed, filled with an energy that made the night elves feel incredibly comfortable and powerful.
The surroundings were adorned with high-quality jade, transforming the lake into a magnificent scenic spot.
arcane energy swirled, suspended orbs, exquisitely carved enchanted patterns, it was both practical and beautiful.
No one was allowed to reside near the Well of Eternity, save for a single pristine white palace standing within.
This was the palace of queen Azshara of the empire; only Her Majesty the queen was worthy of living here.
Outside the palace, night elf nobles could occasionally be seen prostrating themselves on the floor in worship, their eyes filled with fervent devotion.
Inside lived the most beautiful and powerful queen of the Kaldorei, Azshara.
She also had a title, Light of Lights!
The Light of Lights, so brilliant that even light itself could not overshadow her splendor.
On the terrace closest to the Well of Eternity, a tall figure communicated through vast arcane energy, transcending immeasurable distances.
Draped in a flawless pure white robe with subtle gold trim, her full and voluptuous figure was evident. Her skin was as smooth as snow, a plum blossom-shaped cinnabar mark adorned her smooth, full forehead, and her luscious red lips curved into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. A string of magnificent, snow-white pearls adorned her delicate wrist. She was like a goddess descended, exuding an undeniable noble aura in every gesture.
"The Legion will grant you greater power. Those lowly subjects are unworthy of you. Purify them, let them ascend in flames. Only then can they be worthy of the Light of Lights."
Sargeras' voice echoed. As a fallen Titan, his strength made Azshara take notice.
"You are excellent, very strong, worthy of being my consort. Haha, but why should I trust you?"
Although Azshara admired this powerful being, for him to ask her to kill her own subjects?
That might be a bit difficult.
It wasn't that she particularly cherished her subjects; in her eyes, they were merely ultimate cannon fodder.
If it could elevate her power to another level, what did it matter if she sacrificed those subjects who were fanatically loyal to her?
Perhaps they could do something for their queen, even offer their lives. That wouldn't be a sacrifice, but supreme glory!
Great power and extreme flattery made Azshara even more arrogant.
Heaven and Earth are unkind, treating all beings as straw dogs. Sages are unkind, treating their subjects as straw dogs.
"Because I am stronger. I have seen the truth of the world. Don't you want to understand the secrets of the arcane?"
"Trust me, I have helped many lost lambs. They not only gained greater power but also became members of the Burning Legion."