Was this man an idiot?
Jiang Taichu was numb.
He had thought Li Yunyou was about to say something impressive. That was it?
The people from the Heavenly Maiden Sacred Land looked at him as if he were a fool too.
No, brother, after all that fuss, you were only from some Sacred Clan?
The last person who bragged about being from a Sacred Clan had already finished drinking Meng Po Soup.
And he was even talking about taking others as disciples.
Fucking unbelievable.
When he saw everyone's reactions, Li Yunyou's brows furrowed slightly. Something felt off.
At a time like this, shouldn't the normal reaction have been utter shock?
What kind of place was the Upper Realm?
And what kind of force was the Upper Realm Sacred Clan?
Could a tiny Lower Realm possibly have the qualifications to look down on the Upper Realm Sacred Clan?
On the contrary, Zhao Tianlong had the strongest reaction of all.
Being accepted by Li Yunyou as a disciple and joining the Upper Realm Sacred Clan had always been his greatest achievement.
It was also the foundation that had allowed him to soar into the sky and look down upon all the barbarians of the Lower Realm.
And now, what had he just heard?
His master seemed to think highly of the brat before him and even intended to accept him as a disciple.
If that happened, what would he become?
And what would the recognition he had earned through bitter hardship amount to?
At that thought, Zhao Tianlong's eyes turned scarlet, and the flames of jealousy instantly burned away his reason.
No, he absolutely could not let this brat become his junior brother.
No matter the cost, this brat had to die.
Perhaps noticing the change in Zhao Tianlong's emotions, Chen Wen's lips curled faintly as he spoke leisurely. "It seems your disciple doesn't quite agree."
"Look at that face of his. It's already completely twisted."
That bastard was definitely doing it on purpose.
Zhao Tianlong gritted his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.
Yet before Li Yunyou, he still did not dare act recklessly.
Even if he wanted nothing more than to kill Chen Wen, he had to swallow it down.
Li Yunyou glanced at Zhao Tianlong indifferently. "His opinion is unimportant."
"Oh, but I'm afraid I'll be assassinated before I even join." Chen Wen shook his head.
"So you'll become my disciple if he's gone?" Li Yunyou looked at Chen Wen.
Chen Wen nodded leisurely. "You can understand it that way."
Li Yunyou hardly hesitated. "Fine. From today onward, he is no longer my disciple."
"Master!" Zhao Tianlong's expression changed drastically as he stared at Li Yunyou in disbelief.
"For the sake of our past master-disciple bond, get the hell out now." Li Yunyou shouted coldly.
"No... Master, you can't do this. You can't do this." Zhao Tianlong's entire face turned deathly pale at once.
Without Li Yunyou backing him, wouldn't all the evil deeds he had committed along the way become acts of courting death?
He did not believe that, as a mere Life and Death Realm cultivator, he could withstand these people's revenge.
At that thought, Zhao Tianlong collapsed limply to the ground, his eyes turning vacant as well.
Seeing this, the curve of Chen Wen's lips widened.
Taking this pair of master and disciple out for a walk now and then was indeed rather entertaining.
As for Zhao Tianlong, he had to die here.
"Come and kneel before this king." Li Yunyou clasped his hands behind his back and put on an imposing air.
He had indeed been fairly satisfied with Zhao Tianlong.
But compared to Chen Wen, there was no choice to make at all.
Though Chen Wen's Cultivation Level was weaker than Zhao Tianlong's, he was far younger.
Their Sacred Clan did not lack resources. What they lacked were true geniuses.
He had never expected this trip to the Lower Realm to bring such a harvest. Not bad, not bad.
At that thought, Li Yunyou's lips gradually curled upward.
Yet several breaths passed, and nothing changed.
Chen Wen simply stood there as though looking at an idiot, showing no sign of moving whatsoever.
Li Yunyou's expression gradually darkened. "What do you mean?"
The people around them all turned to look at Chen Wen.
Clearly, they wanted to know what Chen Wen meant as well.
With a mocking smile on his lips, Chen Wen spoke leisurely under everyone's gaze. "Of course I'm playing you, idiot."
"Kill him! Kill him for this king!"
In an instant, Li Yunyou's lungs nearly exploded with rage. Killing Intent surged around him, and his entire face twisted to the extreme.
Never before had anyone dared toy with him like this.
Never.
"Bastard, die for me!"
The already despairing Zhao Tianlong shot to his feet, overwhelming killing intent wrapping around his body.
He looked like a killing god charging out of hell.
At that very moment, just like Li Yunyou, his killing intent surged to the heavens.
Fine, I'll use you to test my sword.
Chen Wen extended one hand, and the Imperial Sword fell into his grasp.
As the Imperial Sword left its sheath, two beams of sword radiance shot into the sky, transforming into an imperial dragon and an imperial phoenix.
The two forces fused together, inseparable and flawless as though formed by nature itself.
Sword Qi pierced through the nine heavens. At that moment, the sky seemed to split apart as Spatial Turbulence spread in every direction.
And the remaining one percent of imperial might descended in an instant.
Countless weapons trembled together and soared into the air, creating an incomparably shocking sight.
What sword was this?
It was terrifying beyond measure!
Everyone stared at the scene in horror, their scalps tingling as suffocation gripped them.
An Imperial Sword. It was definitely an Imperial Sword.
Though he had never seen an imperial weapon before, recalling Chen Wen's background, Jiang Taichu immediately reached that conclusion.
This sword...
Its blade was crimson throughout like congealed blood, its hilt joined by dragon and phoenix, its Sword Qi utterly unique.
Li Yunyou, who was likewise staring at the Imperial Sword, suddenly had his pupils contract.
It was absolutely an Imperial Sword. Absolutely.
As for whether it was a damaged one, he did not know.
Because even his Lineage possessed no imperial weapon, not even a half-step imperial weapon.
And those who possessed half-step imperial weapons, or even imperial weapons, were not forces their Sacred Clan could provoke.
Had I poked a hole in the heavens?
At that thought, Li Yunyou's scalp went numb, and his entire body began trembling uncontrollably.
Just then, Chen Wen moved.
As he raised his sword, the power within him surged forth like a raging torrent, vast as the sea and terrifying beyond compare.
The Nine-Colored Chaos Sequence Light burst forth, becoming like a blade that cleaved across the firmament and ground the surrounding space into dust.
In an instant, Zhao Tianlong's momentum was crushed into nothingness, like the glow of a grain of rice completely eclipsed by the radiance of the bright moon.
Could this still be power that someone in the Heavenly Human Realm possessed?
Once again, everyone was shocked by Chen Wen.
He... he had actually been this strong?
Jiang Qingren was the most shaken of all.
She had originally thought Chen Wen was merely a spoiled young master who relied on his Lineage background to bully others without restraint.
Now, she realized she had been wrong.
And terribly wrong at that.
He was the bright moon itself. Why would he need to borrow his Lineage's might?
"This young master grants you death."
Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique.
Sever!
Chen Wen's expression changed, his eyes filled with icy coldness and his sword brimming with frigid intent.
One sword descended.
Its radiance chilled the Boundless. At that moment, every trace of light was cut apart.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as though only this sword remained.
"Bastard, even if you have the support of a superior Spirit Sword, I, Zhao Tianlong, will never lose to you!"
After a brief stupor, Zhao Tianlong's Killing Intent rose again, and he roared with all his might.
Then he pushed the Primordial Tyrannical Slaughter Physique to its limit. Tyrannical slaughter power churned around his body as black-red divine radiance erupted.
Boom!
Facing Chen Wen's descending sword, Zhao Tianlong threw out a savage punch.
Heaven and earth shook without end as a massive tyrannical slaughter phantom appeared between them.
"Stop! Stop, damn it!" Li Yunyou roared in horror and instinctively struck a palm toward Zhao Tianlong.
At this moment, he could only kill Zhao Tianlong himself.
Because if Chen Wen were injured, no one present would survive.
That was a descendant from a force even stronger than a Sacred Clan.
But Chen Wen's Killing Move was faster and more absolute.
Are you kidding me? If you kill him, won't my achievement go down the drain?
Bang!
The sword poured down.
Zhao Tianlong's heaven-supporting Colossal Shadow was instantly cut into a mist of blood. Even his minor-success Primordial Tyrant Body failed to block it in the slightest.
Rain fell between heaven and earth.
Each drop struck the terrified hearts of every person present.
A Life and Death Realm cultivator.
And he had been slain with a single sword strike.
Was this fucking still human?
Everyone felt endless coldness flow from the crowns of their heads to the soles of their feet, leaving their entire bodies icy.
What kind of force could possibly nurture such a descendant?
The Hidden Ancient Kingdom?
First Emperor's Clan?
Or the most terrifying of all, the Destiny Imperial Clan?
This was over. It was all over.
Li Yunyou stared blankly at everything before him, the movement of his hand stopping as well.
No, I cannot sit here and wait for death.
I have to save myself.
Very quickly, Li Yunyou began to tremble and hurriedly reached into his robes.
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