Shocking Jade Void Palace! Yang Chen's Strength is Unfathomable!

That "Do you believe me? With my next breath, I can blow you to death," wasn't a question, it was a verdict.

Every word transformed into an invisible cold current, piercing through Kunlun Mountain's eternal spiritual winds and drilling into the Dao Hearts of every Golden Immortal present.

It wasn't arrogance.

It was the statement of a cold, hard fact they couldn't comprehend, yet had to believe.

Before the Jade Void Palace's mountain gate, the plaza paved with immortal jade had utterly become a dead zone.

The wind stopped.

The clouds ceased.

Time and space seemed to be subdued by the overbearing power within that sentence, a power that transcended all rules of the Primordial World, falling into absolute stillness.

"Impudent brat! How dare you!"

The deathly silence was torn apart by a roar of extreme rage.

It was Chi Jingzi!

His eyes were about to burst, watching his senior brother Guang Chengzi, who was deeply embedded in the mountain wall, already unconscious, his Dao body covered in cracks, his aura so weak he was almost falling from the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. The camaraderie from fellow disciples, the mission to uphold the Heavenly Origin Sect's dignity, instantly overwhelmed the fear from the depths of his Divine Soul.

Hummm--

The Male-Female Twin Swords in his hand let out a sharp, mournful cry. Two streams of sword energy, one yin and one yang, shot towards the sky, stirring the wind and clouds. The sword's edge pointed directly at Yang Chen's brow.

"Form the array!"

True Person Taiyi's beard and hair stood on end. He had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover was raised above his head. Nine lifelike illusory fire dragons circled and roared. Their dragon eyes no longer held immortal serenity, but the furious flames of a conflagration that would burn through the eight directions and six harmonies.

The Soul-Dropping Bell, the Yin-Yang Mirror, the Wu Gou Twin Swords...

In an instant, the remaining Heavenly Origin Sect Golden Immortals broke free from the fear that had dominated them. Tremendous fluctuations of magical power erupted.

Over a dozen innate and acquired spiritual treasures simultaneously rose into the air, their divine light brilliant, instantly illuminating the entire Kunlun Mountain peak as if it were daylight!

The "Heavenly Law" domain, which Yang Chen had blown away with a single breath, was re-condensing with an even more violent and sharp posture, amplified by their furious rage.

Killing intent!

So potent that it would make a Quasi-Saint retreat three leagues, it transformed into a tangible tide, completely engulfing Yang Chen.

They no longer cared about making an initial show of force, nor about the dignity of a Saint.

Today, if they couldn't suppress this scoundrel here, their Heavenly Origin Sect would become a laughingstock of the entire Primordial World!

However, facing this combined attack capable of overturning the universe, Yang Chen didn't even bother to assume a defensive posture.

He merely raised his eyelids. Those lazy eyes swept across the contorted faces filled with rage, across the spiritual treasures that had left their glorious mark in the Primordial World.

His expression remained unchanged.

It was a look of extreme indifference.

As if the world-shattering scene before him was no different from a village child's squabble in his eyes.

Just as the dozen or so divine abilities were about to touch his body.

"Hmph."

A cold snort.

A snort devoid of any magical power fluctuations, yet seemingly originating from the very source of the Heavenly Dao, containing the ultimate principles of the universe, drifted from the depths of the majestic Jade Void Palace, shrouded in mist and eternally venerable.

This cold snort was light.

Yet it possessed the supreme power of "words becoming law" and altering reality.

BOOM!!!

The dozen or so spiritual treasures, which had already unleashed their strongest might, instantly dimmed like popped illusions the moment they encountered this cold snort. They let out mournful cries of being unable to bear the burden and plummeted from the sky.

The concentrated, sky-tearing killing intent vanished as if wiped away by an invisible giant hand, dissipating into nothingness.

Chi Jingzi, True Person Taiyi, and all the other Golden Immortals trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

They felt an irresistible, majestic will directly descend upon the core of their Divine Souls. The overwhelming fury, the boiling killing intent, was instantly frozen as if by millennia-old profound ice.

They were struck dumb.

Everyone froze in place, maintaining their attacking postures, but unable to move even an inch further.

On their faces, shock and anger mingled, eventually transforming into deep reverence and a hint of... humiliation.

It was their Master.

Their Master had made a move.

Not to deal with that madman, but to... stop them.

"All of you, stand down."

Primal Celestial Venerable's voice slowly sounded, calm, with no discernible emotion.

But every word was like an ancient divine mountain, pressing down heavily on the hearts of the Golden Immortals, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Chen is my esteemed guest; do not be rude."

Esteemed guest?

Upon hearing those words, Chi Jingzi and the others' hearts sank.

They knew that from the moment their master spoke, the Heavenly Origin Sect... had already lost this confrontation.

They had lost utterly and completely.

"Fellow Daoist, please enter the palace for a chat."

This last sentence was directed at Yang Chen.

Although the voice was still calm, Yang Chen could discern a cold fury within it, suppressed to the depths of an abyss.

Clearly, his previous action of "one breath" had thoroughly angered this lofty Heavenly Dao Saint.

But so what?

Yang Chen paid it no mind.

He didn't even glance at the Golden Immortals frozen in place, as if they were merely insignificant stone carvings.

He reached out and lightly brushed away nonexistent dust from his simple, cyan Daoist robe.

This action was casual and filled with disdain.

Then, he strode forward, passing directly through the "human wall" formed by the Heavenly Origin Sect's top combatants, and stepped through the Jade Void Palace gate, a symbol of the Heavenly Dao's orthodoxy and the gathering place of myriad immortals.

He walked slowly.

Each step felt like it was crushing the shattered pride of the Heavenly Origin Sect's assembled immortals.

He walked past Chi Jingzi.

Chi Jingzi gritted his teeth, the Male-Female Twin Swords in his hand trembling slightly, not from anger, but from an instinctive fear of his master's will emanating from the depths of his Divine Soul.

He walked past True Person Taiyi.

True Person Taiyi's fiery eyes stared intently at Yang Chen's profile, the light of the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover flickering unstably, unable to ignite even a single spark.

He walked past True Person Yu Ding.

This Golden Immortal, known for his composure and wisdom, showed no expression on his face at this moment, but his deep eyes were a tempest of stormy waves, churning for billions of feet.

He walked past True Lord Qingxu Daode.

His journey was unhurried, his demeanor calm and collected.

It was as if he wasn't storming a dragon's den, but strolling through his own backyard.

All the disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect within the Jade Void Palace watched his solitary, slender figure with gazes mixed with hatred, fear, and utter disbelief.

Until the heavy white jade doors slowly closed before them, blocking all sight.

Dead silence.

After a long period of dead silence, someone finally broke the suffocating quiet with a trembling voice.

"He... what kind of monster is he?"

No one answered.

They finally understood.

They understood completely.

This Yang Chen, this madman entangled in immeasurable Karmic Force, was absolutely not someone who could be subdued by mere aura or intimidation.

His strength, his courage, his fundamental disdain for the Saint's Daoist tradition as if it were nothing, all far surpassed their imagination, far beyond their definition of "power."

One breath.

With just one breath, he had severely wounded their eldest disciple, who wielded the Fan Tian Seal.

With one sentence, he had forced their master to personally intervene, forcibly suppressing everyone's anger, and grudgingly accepting him as an "esteemed guest."

How absurd was this!

And how... terrifying!

True Person Yu Ding slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all the emotional storms within had subsided, leaving only a profound solemnity.

He knew that if the events of today were to spread, Yang Chen's reputation for "severely wounding Guang Chengzi with one breath and pressuring the Heavenly Origin Sect's immortals" would once again shake the entire Primordial World.

And his Heavenly Origin Sect would become the stepping stone.

A stepping stone... paved with the faces of Saints.