"Search my soul?"
"Cleanse my sins?"
"You pack of undead old fools—what makes you think you're worthy?"
Her clear voice echoed above the sea of clouds, making everyone's eardrums hum.
The elders and dignitaries of every major force changed expression.
They had never imagined that this young junior, who had just emerged from the secret realm, would dare to be so arrogant when confronted by several Heavenly Lord powerhouses.
Daoist Chen Yuan stood at the prow of the Shushan Warship, a wild curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.
One hand rested on the hilt of his sword as the supreme Sword Intent of the Tribulation Crossing Peak Stage erupted without reserve. In that instant, the entire sky transformed into a vast azure sea of swords.
"Changqing is right."
Daoist Chen Yuan's voice was domineering beyond compare.
"You want to touch Shushan's Holy Son? A few old pieces of trash like you aren't qualified."
Daoist Chen Yuan abruptly drew his sword three inches from its sheath.
"Whoever wants to make a move, take one step forward and try!"
Sword Qi crisscrossed heaven and earth, and the atmosphere instantly tightened to its limit.
The nine Purple Mansions within Chen Changqing quietly circulated. The dark-gold Immortal-Slaying Sword trembled violently in its sheath, while the Killing Intent within him had already condensed to its utmost limit.
The leading old monsters of the various factions exchanged glances. True essence surged madly around them as several Immortal Artifacts slowly rose from their bodies.
A fierce wind howled over the sea of clouds.
The auras of the elders and dignitaries from the great lineages merged into one, their violent pressure crushing the sea below into a pit tens of thousands of zhang deep.
Every spirit-powered cannon aboard the warships aimed toward Shushan Holy Land.
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