Chapter 141: Chapter 141: An Ant Shaking a Great Tree, Overestimating Your Strength
"ROAR!"
A heaven-shaking dragon’s roar echoed as the Martial Kingdom’s ancestor shot up from the ground to seize the initiative. A massive dragon phantom burst from his body like a startling rainbow. It rapidly circled the sky once before swooping down with majestic momentum, charging ferociously toward the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy.
"Insignificant tricks!"
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy, however, didn’t even deign to look. He simply extended a single finger and tapped it lightly. A cyan thread flew out, piercing straight through the dragon phantom’s entire massive body.
Suddenly, the golden dragon phantom shattered. The entire process took but a single breath.
In the next moment, the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy’s figure abruptly vanished, reappearing right in front of the Martial Kingdom’s ancestor.
"Old trash!"
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy disdainfully spat out two words. Then, with a gentle flick of his elegant sleeve, a cyan light flared, and a majestic power surged forth like a roaring tide.
"!?"
The Martial Kingdom’s ancestor was shocked. Before he could even react, his eyes flew wide, and his entire body was sent flying backward.
"SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!"
Several Blood Arrows shot out.
"BOOM!"
The Martial Kingdom’s ancestor slammed heavily into the ground, leaving a crater tens of feet deep!
One move!
Just one move!
’Is this the power of the Celestial Profound Sacred Land?’
They were both at the Ninth Layer of the Earth Profound Realm, yet Gu Zhenxing couldn’t even take a single blow from him. He was utterly powerless to fight back. How could the disparity in strength be so immense between cultivators of the same realm?
Everyone was horrified.
Bai Yi’s expression hardened. ’This Celestial Profound Saint Envoy’s cultivation level isn’t that much higher than mine, but the pressure he exudes far surpasses what I felt from the Martial Kingdom’s ancestor.’
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy strode past the massive crater left by the Martial Kingdom’s ancestor without a single glance, looking indifferently at Shen Daoxing.
"Will you return to the Sacred Land with me obediently, or must I break your arms and legs before I take you back?" the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy asked coolly.
"Is your Celestial Profound Sacred Land always this tyrannical? This unreasonable?"
Shen Daoxing’s expression turned grim.
"What, not convinced?" The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy’s lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile as he looked at Shen Daoxing. "If you’re not convinced, come take me on. The Celestial Profound Sacred Land isn’t completely unreasonable—so long as you can beat me."
With that, the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy turned and swept his gaze over the crowd with a contemptuous smirk. "The same goes for the rest of you. Anyone else who isn’t convinced is welcome to step up."
Then, looking at the crowd, the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy let out another meaningful laugh. "But from where I’m standing, all of you here are trash! Especially that so-called Martial Kingdom’s Royal Family. A bunch of useless decorations."
"Am I right, Emperor of the Martial Kingdom!"
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy then turned to the Martial Kingdom’s Emperor with a smile.
The Martial Kingdom’s Emperor kept a grim face and said nothing. The power of the Celestial Profound Sacred Land was simply too terrifying; even the mighty Great Yong Empire dared not offend them.
’This is too humiliating!’
The Seventh Prince trembled with agitation, an unnamed fury threatening to erupt from within him. He took an impulsive step forward, but the Second Prince grabbed his arm.
"Seventh Brother, calm down! We can’t afford to offend the Celestial Profound Sacred Land!" The Second Prince shook his head at him.
’He’s right.’
A chill shot through the Seventh Prince’s heart, as if a basin of cold water had been dumped over him. ’That’s right, the Celestial Profound Sacred Land is too strong. We can’t afford to offend them.’
’There was once a small kingdom bordering the Martial Kingdom that defied the will of the Celestial Profound Sacred Land, only to be completely carved up and annexed by the surrounding empires.’
King Zhenwu and King Xianqing exchanged a look, then quietly backed away, putting a great distance between themselves and the confrontation.
’Our own ancestor was no match for this envoy, so what chance do we have? Our lives are more important.’
In an instant, the entire rear mountain fell silent. No one dared to speak.
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy couldn’t help but laugh. What he loved most was seeing others fear him.
Just as the members of the Martial Kingdom’s Royal Family stood frozen in fear...
"Junior Sister, take Shen Daoxing and go!"
Bai Yi shouted, launching himself into the air.
One strand, two strands, three strands...
Seventeen strands of Sword Intent surged from his body. A gale kicked up as a storm composed of countless strands of Sword Intent swept across the sky.
At the same time, countless rays of light swirled around Lin Haitao as a chaotic Sword Intent erupted skyward, letting out a series of clear, ringing cries.
The two of them attacked the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy in a pincer move, one from the left and one from the right.
"Overestimating your own strength!"
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy merely gave them a cool glance, then raised his palm and flicked a finger in their direction.
A single cyan thread swept toward them like a curtain.
Be it Bai Yi’s storm of Sword Intent or the light surrounding Lin Haitao, both shattered the instant they touched the cyan thread.
"Ugh..."
"Ugh..."
The two men coughed up a large mouthful of blood in mid-air as their bodies were violently thrown backward, already covered in streaming blood.
In the next moment, the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy flickered and appeared before the two of them.
Knowing that Bai Yi and Lin Haitao couldn’t hold him off for long, Ling Shuanghua didn’t hesitate. She turned and grabbed Shen Daoxing’s hand, ready to flee. "Come with me!"
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy’s power was simply too terrifying. No one was his match. At this point, she realized her only option was to escape with Shen Daoxing, perhaps even flee the Martial Kingdom entirely.
However, her outstretched hand grasped at empty air. She turned to see Shen Daoxing charging toward the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy.
"???"
Ling Shuanghua froze.
"!!!"
The Eldest Prince.
"!!!"
The Seventh Prince.
"???"
The Second Prince.
The other Princes standing by stared with wide, astonished eyes.
"What is Shen Daoxing doing? Is he trying to get himself killed? He’s up against an Earth Profound Realm master!"
The Seventh Prince looked at the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince, completely bewildered. ’I admit Shen Daoxing is a peerless genius with immense strength,’ he thought, ’but this is just reckless!’
The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy’s figure blurred, appearing between Bai Yi and Lin Haitao as they fell through the air. He thrust out his two large hands, a brilliant cyan light flaring in his palms as he brought them down toward their heads.
Suddenly, a flash of black light shot past—a dark, massive sword. The Celestial Profound Saint Envoy casually flicked his sleeve.
"CLANG!"
The massive black sword was effortlessly knocked aside.
After the massive black sword was sent flying, a young man leaped high into the air to catch it, then bounded forward.
Seeing who it was, the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy was taken aback for a moment, surprised that Shen Daoxing actually had the guts to attack him.
Then, his lips curled into a disdainful smile. "An ant trying to shake a great tree. You truly don’t know your own limits!"
With that, the Celestial Profound Saint Envoy extended a finger and tapped it lightly. A sharp ray of cyan light shot out, like a long rainbow tearing through the sky.
At that moment, however, Shen Daoxing suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Ancestral spirits of the Gu Family, where are you?"
Shen Daoxing yelled.
"VMMMM..."
An ethereal sound, like a whisper from ancient times, echoed between heaven and earth.
Immediately, the transportation gate before the mountain wall—the one leading to the Imperial Mausoleum—erupted with a brilliant golden light. A dazzling golden radiance, like a soaring Wandering Dragon, shot into the sky.
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