Chapter 967: Chapter 964: What the Hell Are You?
Wuming sneered and said, "Not only are we, this group of ants, still alive, but we’re also living quite comfortably."
In the past.
Upon seeing Xiang Sinong, he would perform the full kowtow ceremony, not even daring to make eye contact.
But now.
Even though the other party is the Third Prince of the Yanzhou Imperial Family, he paid him no mind.
Xiang Sinong’s face darkened.
He knew.
Since the Qingzhou Cultivation Realm’s cultivators are still alive, those nine Nascent Soul Stage experts must have met with misfortune, otherwise, they couldn’t possibly appear here.
At this moment.
A voice full of majesty rang out from the sky: "Third Imperial Uncle, last night, Seventh Imperial Uncle also went to the Jade Maiden Palace."
Before the voice had even finished.
A middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon robe suddenly appeared in the sky, as if a deity had descended, exuding an aura of dominion over all living beings.
The golden dragon robe glistened brightly under the sunlight, with intricately carved dragon patterns symbolizing the supreme imperial authority.
A wide golden belt cinched his waist, making him appear even more formidable and towering. The hem of the robe fluttered in the breeze, weaving a spectacular scene with the white clouds in the sky.
His hair, black as ink, styled in a high bun, adorned with a golden crown, exuding an air of majesty and solemnity.
His face was chiseled and handsome, with eyes full of spirit that emitted an oppressive intimidation.
His stance was like that of a celestial god descending to earth, with every step carrying boundless authority.
Aside from Xu Wendong, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of oppression in their hearts, even Wan Jie was no exception.
Because, they knew.
This was the emperor of the Qingzhou Imperial Family.
A being with supreme imperial power.
However.
Thinking that Xu Wendong surpassed the Heavenly Dao, everyone suddenly felt the oppression vanish.
No matter how supreme your power.
As the sovereign of Qingzhou.
What is it worth before the rules of the Heavenly Dao?
Xiang Sinong’s pupils trembled, angrily asking, "Did you kill my seventh brother?"
"Yes!" Wan Jie grinned: "I don’t know who your seventh brother is, but at dawn today, I did kill a little trash at the third level of the Nascent Soul Stage!"
"I crushed his head and body with one punch."
"I have to say, at the moment his body turned into a blood mist, the scene was truly spectacular, like a flower blooming by the River Nie."
As he said this, his face showed a look of reminiscence, like a pervert.
His attitude deeply enraged Xiang Sinong, his eyes flashing with cold light, a terrifying killing intent erupted from his entire body: "I will kill you to avenge my seventh brother!"
Before his words fell, he appeared in front of Wan Jie holding a longsword.
He struck with his sword.
The terrifying Sword Qi tore the firmament.
"Small trash, with you, trying to hurt me?" Wan Jie showed utter disdain, dodging Xiang Sinong’s attack effortlessly.
Like a ghost, he appeared behind him, raising his right fist and thrusting forward.
"Third Imperial···"
The king of Qingzhou City, named Xiang Tian Ce, intended to warn Xiang Sinong to be careful.
However.
Before he could finish his sentence.
A scarlet blood mist bloomed before his eyes.
Under the sunlight, it truly resembled the blooming of the flower by the River Nie.
This deeply shocked Xiang Tian Ce because, looking across the Nine Provinces, only the royal family had Nascent Soul Stage experts.
But···
He didn’t know why suddenly a powerful Nascent Soul Stage cultivator appeared, even the Third Imperial Uncle was no match for him.
"Third Imperial Brother!"
Meanwhile.
From below the Imperial Palace came two mournful cries.
The next second.
Two Nascent Soul Stage experts wearing yellow python robes also flew into the sky, both with overwhelming killing intent on their faces.
Seemingly not expecting that their beloved elder brother would die above the Imperial City.
To them, it was an utter humiliation.
"Who exactly are you people?" Xiang Tian Ce’s voice was like thunder. He realized the opponent had an extraordinary origin, otherwise, they couldn’t have defeated the Nascent Soul Stage experts of the Nine Provinces, and more so, couldn’t have killed his imperial uncle.
Wan Jie awkwardly scratched his head, revealing a shy smile: "I come from Yongzhou, but they’re all your subjects, though!"
Xiang Tian Ce said coldly: "Impossible, the rules of the Heavenly Dao in the Nine Provinces are incomplete, not to mention ordinary people, even my royal family’s Golden Core Realm cultivators cannot break through the shackles, how could these two achieve Nascent Soul Transformation?"
"How we achieved Nascent Soul Transformation is not important." Fuyao’s eyes were indifferent: "What’s important is, today we are here to overthrow the royal family’s rule, to uproot you, this cancer!"
"Impudence!" an elder shouted angrily: "You, as citizens of Qingzhou, are ungrateful enough to want to overthrow the royal family’s rule. Without the royal family’s protection, how could the Four Great Sects have survived until now?"
Xu Wendong’s voice rang out: "If the royal family truly protected the Four Great Sects, then why, when the Eight Provinces’ cultivators invaded, not only did you not stop them, you even joined forces with them to besiege the Jade Maiden Palace, killing Qingzhou cultivators?"
"Is this the so-called protection by your royal family?"
His voice was calm, yet contained intense anger, as a series of thunderous roars came from the depths of the Nine Heavens.
"What are you?" the elder’s eyes were cold: "Just an ant at the Foundation Establishment Peak; do you have the right to speak here?"
"And, do we, the royal family, need to explain our actions to you lot?"
"Screw your immortal ancestor!" Wan Jie erupted in anger: "You dare call my father an ant, watch me obliterate you with a punch!"
As his words fell.
He disappeared from where he stood in less than a third of a second.
When he reappeared at his original spot.
A muffled explosion sound came from the front.
Then.
A blood mist appeared in the air, brilliantly vivid.
And the elder who questioned what Xu Wendong was, vanished into the air.
"Damn it, I shall kill you all to avenge the imperial brother!" another elder roared, his hands pinching the spell. A massive azure stele appeared in the sky, covering the sun.
The stele exuded a desolate, ancient, and powerful aura, giving a strong oppressive feeling.
Yet.
Wan Jie merely smirked disdainfully, then his figure appeared beneath the stele, throwing a punch.
Crack!
With a crisp shattering sound, the azure stele in the sky shattered instantly, turning into countless stones shooting around.
"Pah, what a worthless thing!"
Wan Jie spat disdainfully.
As a peak Nascent Soul Stage expert, he was truly invincible.
The elder spat blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and helplessness: "Why is it like this? Does this really mean the Xiang family royal lineage is at its end?"
"Imperial Uncle, although their strength is extraordinary, they cannot shake the foundation of our Xiang family royal line!" Xiang Tian Ce’s hands formed spells, and behind him appeared a gold dragon tens of thousands of meters long.
The giant dragon coiled behind him, though a spell, it still exuded an aura of contempt for all beings.
This was the strongest magic divine ability of the Qingzhou royal family, the Heavenly Dragon Decision!