Legend of Swordsman

After admonishing the youth, the elderly man forced a smile and bowed to the Holy Maiden of the Hundred Spirit Clan, before leading the young man towards the royal palace.

The Hundred Spirit Clan’s Holy Maiden, accompanied by only two maids, sighed. Her status was incredibly prestigious, rivaling even the chieftains within the top-tier Hundred Spirit Clan. Even the most formidable members of the peak clans would show great deference to her. Yet now, a young human upstart dared to be so raucous in her presence.

“The Human Clan is truly dominant, unstoppable,” she recalled the words of her chieftain before coming here.

Casting a glance at the majestic formation infused with the essence of the heavens around her, the Holy Maiden of the Avian Clan forced a smile onto her face and continued her journey towards the Human Emperor’s Palace.

As powerful beings from various races took their seats, the grand wedding feast was about to begin.

Within the Human Emperor’s Palace, the majority of the most powerful individuals from seventy percent of the races had gathered. Among them was the Ancestral Dragon of the Dragon Clan and the Ghost King of the Ghost Clan. They conversed with other powerful beings from various races, patiently awaiting the commencement of this grand celebration.

“Old Dragon, I must congratulate you on this occasion!” The Ghost King, with a strange tone, raised his wine glass toward the Ancestral Dragon.

The Ancestral Dragon, dressed in a wide and long blue robe, wore a hearty smile on his face and playfully responded, “Old Ghost, why would you congratulate me on Dong Jun’s wedding today? What’s the reason behind it?”

“Hmph! Don’t play coy with me. Everyone knows that Dong Jun’s partner has

Dragon Clan bloodline. According to seniority, you can be considered Dong Jun’s elder.”

Dong Jun’s breakthrough to become a supreme powerhouse had reached an unimaginable level. If he were to take action, everyone present would be no match for him.

Moreover, just a few days ago, the once-mysterious top ancient lineage, the Ancient Gods, had been completely wiped out.

Rumors had it that Dong Jun personally annihilated them, leaving no bloodline behind.

This sent shockwaves through all the major clans, as they understood that the Human race was unstoppable. Dong Jun’s strength was beyond their ability to contend with.

Now that this ancient Ancestral Dragon, who had lived for countless years, had formed this relationship with Dong Jun, it was likely that the Dragon Clan’s position among the peak clans would become even more stable in the future.

Naturally, everyone took the opportunity to flatter the Ancestral Dragon, but he was well aware that this was just empty praise and waved his hand to dismiss it.

“Everyone, strength is what matters most. Although my Dragon Clan’s young lady has married into the Human race, I dare not claim seniority in front of Dong Jun! Besides, I’ve known Dong Jun for a long time, and I thought of him as a peer from the very beginning.”

The Ghost King curled his lips. He had been in a rivalry with the Ancestral Dragon for millions of years, and now the Ancestral Dragon was taking advantage of the situation, which made him extremely annoyed. He secretly cursed the Holy Maiden in their clan, wondering why he couldn’t have such good luck.

“Brother Ancestral Dragon, you shouldn’t put it that way. I heard that Dong Jun has great respect for the Eastern Saint Candlebearer and has always considered himself a junior. Even the extermination of the Ancient God Clan was because the Eastern Saint was targeted by them in a battle. If we were to speak in terms of peers, wouldn’t you be considered a senior in deference to the Eastern Saint?”

“I consider myself a peer of Dong Jun. Naturally, I have to respect the Eastern Saint as my elder. You don’t have to say anything more, White Old Ghost. A million years ago, I had great admiration for the Eastern Saint.”

The Ancestral Dragon sneered. He knew the Ghost King was trying to stir up trouble, but the Eastern Saint had been gone for many years. Respecting him as an elder wouldn’t change anything. After today, he would be on Dong Jun’s side, and he would have the opportunity to settle scores.

The smiles on the faces of the peak powerhouses sitting above froze as they realized why this Ancestral Dragon had survived since ancient times — because he had an incredibly thick skin.

Seeing that the Ancestral Dragon was shamelessly thick-skinned, the Ghost

King decided not to bother with him any longer and just snorted dismissively.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In front of the Imperial Palace, a row of red drums resounded with thunderous beats.

“Right on time!”

Following a sharp announcement, Dong Jun waved his hand, tearing apart the void, and slowly walked into the palace with his wife. The powerful beings from all the races stood up.

“Congratulations, Dong Jun!”

“Congratulations, Lord Dong Jun!” “Congratulations, Brother!”

“Congratulations, Senior Brother!”

The congratulations from the myriad of races were indeed a grand spectacle!

Dong Jun turned to look at his wife, and a smile graced his face. He was no longer the wild man he used to be; he looked refined and handsome.

Step by step, he ascended to the highest platform in the hall and then turned to bow respectfully.

“Today, I am getting married. I am delighted that you all could put aside past grievances and join us.”

Although his demeanor was polite, Dong Jun’s aura exuded a commanding presence, surprising those in attendance. Nevertheless, they all smiled and raised their glasses.

As Dong Jun held his wife’s hand and turned around, a fleeting figure appeared out of nowhere. On the once-empty main seat, a young man had materialized.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, with long flowing hair and sharp eyes.

The newcomer was none other than Jian Wushuang!

This was the first time he had appeared in his true form before these formidable individuals. The time he had saved Fu Zhu was merely a manifestation of a law, and these so-called powerhouses were too weak to necessitate his true presence. Even his law embodiment had the power of a Grand Yan Immortal; a casual strike could obliterate countless planets.

Today was Dong Jun’s wedding day, and they hadn’t expected anyone to dare disrupt the celebration.

Dong Jun had deliberately left a seat vacant for Jian Wushuang. Above the main seat, a portrait of the Eastern Saint Fu Zhu hung on the wall, symbolizing the ancestral lineage, a significance not to be underestimated.

When he appeared, there was no discernible fluctuation of power, and outsiders couldn’t gauge his strength. Many people seated below were eagerly anticipating what would happen.

To dare to cause trouble in the heart of the Human race’s stronghold, he was the first.

“Such a grand banquet, how can the Human race not have an elder present!” Jian Wushuang picked up a wine jug and took a sip, then continued, “Isn’t that right, Fu Zhu?”

Whoosh!

An elderly man with white hair appeared out of thin air, causing the surrounding void to tremble. While his strength was suppressed, tearing through the void still emitted a powerful pressure that sent shivers through the crowd.

Many recognized the newcomer’s face, although he might not have the fame Dong Jun enjoyed today, he was a peak powerhouse from a million years ago. He was the one who had led the Human race to prosperity and greatness.

“It’s Fu Zhu! He’s still alive!”