One Man Subdues a Nation

One Man Subdues a Nation

Great Li Imperial Palace.

Taiji Hall.

A dignified man in a dragon robe sat before a sandalwood table.

Across from him sat a lean elder.

"Uncle Ancestor, there should be no opponents left in the world for you now, right?"

The dignified man was the current Great Li Emperor.

The lean elder seated opposite him was the Old Ancestor of the Great Li imperial family.

He was also its strongest expert, a martial arts powerhouse at the Grandmaster Peak.

Without this Sea Stabilizing Needle, the Great Li Dynasty might still have achieved its current rule over the four seas, with all directions submitting to it.

But it certainly would not have been so easy.

"Before reaching the Great Grandmaster Realm, how can one speak of having no opponents?"

The lean elder shook his head, though his tone held not the slightest humility.

Even among Masters, there were distinctions between the strong and weak.

And the lean elder undoubtedly stood among the very pinnacle of the Grandmaster Realm.

In terms of inheritance, the other great martial sects also possessed Great Grandmaster legacies.

But the Great Grandmaster Founding Ancestor of the Great Li Dynasty undoubtedly had the greatest influence.

After all, that Founding Ancestor had still been alive a little over a century ago, and his fame had not diminished in the slightest even now.

The numerous martial arts manuals he had left behind might not necessarily have surpassed the legacies of other Great Grandmasters.

But they were at least more complete and refined.

Not to mention that the Founding Ancestor had personally visited the other great martial sects in his day, copied down all their martial arts, and brought them back.

Gathering the martial arts of the world, the Great Li Dynasty's foundation could only far surpass those great martial sects.

"The Great Grandmaster Realm... Uncle Ancestor, you are only a step away from it, aren't you?"

The Great Li Emperor asked in an unreadable tone.

"One step is still the difference between heaven and earth."

The lean elder sighed. The closer he came to the Great Grandmaster Realm, the more despair and helplessness he felt.

That was with the many insights into breakthroughs left behind by the Great Li Founding Ancestor.

Without them, the lean elder would not even have dared to imagine the Great Grandmaster Realm.

Even so, he had little confidence that he could take that step.

"However, Your Majesty need not worry. If I cannot break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm in this age, then no other Master will either."

The lean elder's low voice brimmed with immense confidence.

Just as the Great Li Emperor opened his mouth to say something.

Terrifying sound waves descended one after another, filling every inch of the air.

"This humble monk, Huizhen, wishes to enter the Imperial Palace's Martial Hall for a look."

"This humble monk, Huizhen, wishes to enter the Imperial Palace's Martial Hall for a look."

"This humble monk, Huizhen, wishes to enter the Imperial Palace's Martial Hall for a look."

The demonic sound flooded their ears. The Great Li Emperor felt his eardrums tremble, and even his vision began to blur.

Compared to the Great Li Emperor, the lean elder beside him, already at the Grandmaster Peak, was in a far more miserable state.

The stronger one was, the more sensitive one became to sound waves, and naturally the heavier the suppression and impact one suffered.

"Ahhh?!"

"Such a Sound Skill!"

The lean elder could not believe it. Merely through sound, from an unknown distance away,

it had rendered a martial arts powerhouse of his Grandmaster Realm unable to resist.

Who could it be?

Could it be a Great Grandmaster? Even a Great Grandmaster as powerful as the Great Li Founding Ancestor could not have achieved such a thing, could he? Outside the Imperial Palace.

Lin Yuan's gaze was calm.

Just now, he had used the Great Zen Temple's Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques, the sonic martial art Lion's Roar, to speak those words: "wishes to enter the Martial Hall for a look."

Lion's Roar was a superior martial art and a rare sonic martial art at that. It could use sound to intimidate others, making their hearts quake and their courage shatter.

However, this martial art found it difficult to affect martial artists in the Innate Realm.

After all, compared to fists, kicks, and weapons, sound waves were indeed less effective.

But Lin Yuan was simply too strong at present. With the Mythic Realm physique and Yuan Power that surpassed Great Grandmasters,

one roar from him might not shatter mountains and rivers, but Masters would at least find it difficult to withstand.

Of course, Lin Yuan had not struck to kill.

Under the coverage of Lion's Roar's terrifying sound waves,

those below the Peak Houtian Realm merely felt their eardrums shake and suffered no other injuries.

As for martial artists at the Peak Houtian Realm, Peak Innate Realm, and even the Grandmaster Realm,

the effects they suffered were indeed more severe, but one or two months of recuperation would be enough.

It would not cause irreversible damage.

Back then, the Great Li Founding Ancestor had visited the Great Zen Temple and, through absolute force, compelled its monks to hand over their supreme arts.

Now, Lin Yuan stood outside the Imperial Palace and, with a single roar, sent the people and horses within its heavily guarded walls sprawling. It could be considered repaying them in kind.

"Buddha's Disciple, th-this..."

The Middle-aged Monk's mind was completely blank.

He had just been wondering why Buddha's Disciple had called it troublesome, and what he meant by "say it directly."

Then he witnessed the unbelievable scene before him.

"See? We'll probably be able to enter soon."

Lin Yuan glanced back at the Middle-aged Monk and spoke casually.

"..."

The Middle-aged Monk was still immersed in shock.

Though he did not know what had happened inside the Imperial Palace, after Lin Yuan's roar, all kinds of chaotic auras had spread from within. Even the auras of Masters were weakening and falling.

The Middle-aged Monk had a feeling.

The Imperial Palace's defensive force had now essentially fallen to its lowest point in history. Even a random group of Innate martial artists could probably massacre it.

Under such circumstances... the Middle-aged Monk did not doubt Lin Yuan's claim that they would "probably be able to enter soon" in the slightest.

With Lin Yuan's feat of having "roared" like that,

let alone entering a mere Martial Hall, even entering the harem of the current Great Li Emperor

would probably take no more than a single word.

A moment later.

Under the Middle-aged Monk's watchful gaze.

A dignified man in a dragon robe and a lean elder hurried out.

Several other figures followed behind them. Though their auras were all weak and listless, the bearing they displayed as they walked was far beyond anything Innate Realm martial artists could match.

After leaving the Imperial Palace, the Great Li Emperor quickly spotted Lin Yuan standing there in gray monk's robes.

"Greetings, Master."

The Great Li Emperor felt bitter inside and immediately bowed.

After suffering the terrifying sound waves in Taiji Hall, the Great Li Emperor had not been affected too severely and recovered quickly.

His first thought had been to flee.

However, the lean elder beside him stopped him.

The lean elder was at the Grandmaster Peak.

He knew perfectly well that someone capable of creating such a scene through sound waves possessed strength that, if not unprecedented throughout history,

was at least beyond that of the Great Li Founding Ancestor from more than a century ago.

Before such an expert, how could they flee? And where could they flee to? On the contrary,

by observing the Great Li Emperor's injuries, the lean elder determined that Lin Yuan likely held no killing intent toward the Great Li imperial family.

Otherwise,

those terrifying sound waves alone could have severely injured a Grandmaster Peak like him.

The Great Li Emperor was merely an ordinary man who had not even reached the Innate Realm. How could he have suffered only such minor effects?

Precisely because of this,

at the lean elder's suggestion, the Great Li Emperor gathered his courage and followed the source of the sound waves outside the Imperial Palace.

"This humble monk, Huizhen, wishes to enter the Imperial Palace's Martial Hall for a look."

Seeing the disheveled Great Li Emperor, Lin Yuan spoke directly.

"That is simple."

"Please enter, Master."

"Please enter, Master."

The Great Li Emperor let out a slight sigh of relief.

At the same time, a sense of grievance welled up inside him.

If you wanted to enter the Martial Hall, you should have just said so. Why make such a huge commotion?