World's Strongest Martial Warrior

There was only one thing on Xu Ji's mind: to align himself with Peter Parker. Peter's strength had shattered all of Xu Ji's expectations. He was astounded that Duanmu Yang, even with the trump card of Great Luo, had been bested by Peter in a mere two moves. This revelation suggested that Peter's combat abilities were on par with, if not surpassing, those of a Ninth Grade Heavenly Immortal. A force to be reckoned with, likely as formidable as Luo Shock Scale from the first palace. Xu Ji knew that by sticking close to Peter, he'd reap substantial rewards, even if it meant merely getting the leftovers from Peter's victories.    

After a moment of contemplation, Peter inquired, "What do you know about this place?"    

"The secret realm is vast," Xu Ji replied with a wry smile. "Despite the influx of young prodigies from the eighteen branch palaces at each Immortal Gathering, the realm's mysteries remain largely uncharted."    

He continued, "Moreover, it's teeming with Ancient Underworld Immortals. At the last Immortal Gathering, one of our eighth branch's brightest was ensnared by a mountain filled with these beings. He couldn't escape, even after the initial phase had concluded."    

Peter frowned at this news. It looked like his only option was to delve deeper into the ancient immortal kings' legacy.    

"Peter, a few years back, our eighth branch's geniuses stumbled upon a site of legacy within the secret realm," Xu Ji revealed. "Unable to access it then, he marked the site, leaving a beacon for our branch to follow."    

"If you're interested, I can guide you there," he offered.    

Eager to secure Peter's alliance, Xu Ji held nothing back and shared the location of the legacy known to the eighth branch. The young talents of the eighth palace had found it nearly impossible to penetrate the legacy's secrets. But Peter, with his exceptional power, might just be the one to unlock its treasures. And if he did, Xu Ji hoped to share in the spoils.    

"Oh?" Peter Parker's eyes lit up with curiosity. "In that case, lead the way. I'd like to see for myself."    

The ancient Immortal King's ruins were filled with numerous legacies, all bequeathed by the venerable Immortal Sages of old. Given Xu Ji's knowledge of this inheritance, it seemed prudent to explore it further.    

Upon hearing Peter's interest, Xu Ji's hands deftly formed intricate green seals. Moments later, a palm-sized, emerald crane materialized before them.    

"Brother Jiang Chen, shall we?" Xu Ji beckoned to Peter Parker. With that, they both vanished, guided by the verdant immortal crane...    

Meanwhile, the young prodigies from the eighteen sub-palaces were delving into the depths of the Immemorial Immortal King Secret Realm.    

At the heart of the Nameless Immortal City, the altar leading to the Primeval Immortal King's ruins would sporadically shimmer with a brilliant spatial distortion.    

Each time this occurred, a disheveled young talent from the Eighteen Divisions would emerge upon the altar.    

The Primeval Immortal King Ruins were fraught with peril, teeming with Primeval Underworld Immortals. Survival was no small feat, even for the most gifted from the eighteenth palace of the Nameless Immortal Palace.    

It was for this reason that some less fortunate or less powerful youths, shortly after entering the Immemorial Immortal King Ruins, found themselves in dire straits. Ultimately, they had no option but to activate their jade talismans and retreat from the treacherous ruins.    

"Hiss... The Nameless Immortal Palace's secret realm is truly no ordinary hazard," someone remarked with a shudder.    

"Indeed, nearly every day someone is eliminated. In a mere three days, over five talents from the 18 branch palaces have been ousted," another added.    

"If things keep going this way, I fear few of the geniuses from the 18 branch palaces will endure in the secret realm for a full month."    

The plaza buzzed with such conversations among the onlookers.    

Just then, the altar at the square's center once again pulsed with a distant spatial fluctuation.    

Suddenly, two disheveled figures emerged swiftly from the altar's formation.    

A number of onlookers recognized them instantly, drawing sharp intakes of breath and uttering exclamations of disbelief.    

"Brother Duanmu from the Ninth Sub Palace, eliminated so soon? How can this be?"    

Whoosh!    

The plaza erupted into chaos at the revelation.    

Brother Duanmu of the Ninth Sub Palace was a renowned prodigy among the 18 Sub Palaces of the Nameless Immortal Palace.    

Ranked among the top ten geniuses, their combined strength was nearly unmatched.    

It was unthinkable that so few within the 18 Sub Palaces could best them when they worked together.    

Yet, the Duanmu brothers had been ousted after a mere three days in the secret realm.    

"Damn it! What in the world happened? Brother Duanmu, eliminated?"    

An elder dressed in green, his white hair belying his youthful face, looked on with a grimace.    

While the Duanmu brothers alone might not match the elite of the eighteenth branch palace, their synergy and mastery of a unique Immortal Art made them formidable opponents. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.    

Moreover...    

They possessed a secret weapon, one that should have shielded them even from ordinary ninth-grade Heaven Immortals.    

The green-clad elder was at a loss as to how they could have been defeated so swiftly.    

He had banked on the Duanmu brothers to elevate the Ninth Sub Palace's standing. Yet, to his dismay, they had been expelled from the mystic realm just as the first stage commenced.    

Without the Duanmu brothers, not only was further progression in jeopardy, but the very status of the Ninth Sub Palace hung in the balance.    

"Duanmu Yang, what happened to you two? Why have you emerged from the mystic realm so prematurely?"    

The elder, now in azure, confronted the battered Duanmu brothers, his voice tinged with anger and frustration.    

"Hall Master, we have a situation with someone from the eighteenth branch..."    

Duanmu Yang, not daring to omit a single detail, quickly recounted the events that had transpired within the secret realm.    

The old man, clad in azure robes, listened intently, his mind reeling from the tale. Recently, a surprise prodigy had emerged from the 18th branch hall. This individual had managed to make Yan Li, the victor over the third branch hall with a single punch just outside the Nameless Immortal City, beat a hasty retreat. Word of this feat had already rippled through the city.    

Yet...    

Few among the eighteen sub-palaces of the Nameless Immortal Palace had paid much attention to this development. None of them truly believed that Peter Parker could rival Yan Li in strength.    

To their astonishment, even with the ace up his sleeve, Duanmu Yang had been bested by Peter Parker!    

It was becoming increasingly clear that this Peter Parker's abilities ranked him among the elite talents of the Nameless Immortal Palace's eighteen sub-palaces.