A few softly spoken words.
Laid bare all the Ancient Clan's arrogance.
So that was how it was.
In Qin Qiankun's eyes.
An ordinary cultivator of humble origins like Xiao Chen.
Was someone his Qiankun Dynasty could bully whenever it pleased!
If that was the case.
What more was there to discuss?
Just kill him!
He pointed toward the Nether Forest. A faint Jia Wood inscription formed between his brows, and azure divine radiance instantly surged. For a hundred miles around, wonderwood trembled, strands of Jia Wood essence spilling from trunks, branches, and leaves, gathering into boundless luminous clouds that swept toward Xiao Chen.
Spiritual radiance spilled from more than ten thousand ancient trees, forming spectral images that bowed to Xiao Chen as though paying homage to the king of wood.
In his fury, Xiao Chen struck without hesitation.
He unleashed his unfathomable Jia Wood True Meaning.
With only the slightest move.
He had summoned ten thousand trees to worship him.
"Jiamu World-Calming Force? Isn't that the secret clan-protecting art the Qiankun Dynasty's imperial Chang Clan never teaches outsiders? How could he have learned it?"
"Is that the point? The point is, he clearly doesn't possess a wood-element spirit body. How could he have earned the Ancient Scripture's recognition?"
"Over ten days ago, there were rumors that Chang Long fought Xiao Chen and died in the end. Could it be..."
Everyone was stunned. Some guessed at a possibility, but halfway through speaking, they found it too absurd and abruptly stopped.
Yet.
When many Azure Spirit cultivators heard this.
And thought it over.
Their hair stood on end.
The more they considered it, the more terrifying it became.
Only ten-odd days ago.
Chang Long had died at Xiao Chen's hands.
If their guess was correct.
Didn't that mean.
Xiao Chen had