Primordial Wilderness: Mythical Grand Unity, Saints Beg Me Not to Show Off

He no longer asked who Ao Chen was, but directly labeled him a thug acting under orders, subtly directing the blame toward the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was watching the spectacle from the sidelines!

Beside him, the West Queen Mother's expression was also grave to the extreme. Her jade-like hand clenched tightly, Lunar Immortal Light swirling around her body as she stared at Ao Chen with an icy gaze.

Hearing this, Ao Chen let out a cold laugh, ignoring all the shocked, fearful, and curious stares around him. Step by step, unhurriedly, he walked toward the high platform. Each step seemed to land on the heartbeat of everyone present, his voice piercingly cold, as if from the Nine Abyss:

"My name is Ao Chen, envoy of the East Sea Dragon Palace. I came today by invitation, solely to deliver a gift."

He paused, his gaze like two swords containing the power of Star Nirvana, stabbing straight into the minds of the East King Duke and the West Queen Mother. He spoke word by word, his voice clearly reaching every corner of Yingzhou Immortal Island:

"I wonder, East King Duke, West Queen Mother, do the two of you like this 'great gift'?"

At these words, everyone understood!

This was no gift-bearer—this was a troublemaker, a vengeance-seeker, and his target was none other than the Immortal Court!

The East King Duke was so enraged that his Three Corpses Spirits leaped in fury. His face cycled from green to purple, then from purple to white!

He became even more convinced that this Ao Chen was nothing but a pawn deliberately sent by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi to cause chaos! Otherwise, how could he be so arrogant?

If he didn't suppress and kill him today, where would the Immortal Court's authority stand? How could he command the ten thousand immortals in the future?

"If this can be endured, what cannot? You brat! You go too far! You seek death!"

The East King Duke was thoroughly enraged, abandoning all thought of the bigger picture or consequences! All reason was replaced by fury and the determination to uphold his own dignity!

He roared, unleashing the terrifying pressure of a Quasi-Sage at the early stage without reservation. The Dragon Head Staff in his hand instantly erupted with ten thousand feet of Pure Yang Immortal Light, transforming into a ferocious, massive Pure Yang Immortal Dragon.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, carrying the terrifying might to incinerate mountains and seas, as if it would burn the eight desolates to ash, charging fiercely at Ao Chen!

That Pure Yang Immortal Dragon was formed from the East King Duke's own Pure Yang Origin combined with the Dragon Head Staff, a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, its power vast and boundless.

The dragon opened its maw, spewing forth endless Pure Yang flames. Wherever they passed, even the void was scorched and twisted, as if the entire world would be turned into a sea of fire!

As its claws swung, they tore through space, carrying a terrifying force that could purify all evil and destroy all obstacles!

Facing this terrifying strike, imbued with the fury of a Quasi-Sage and the Pure Yang Law, Ao Chen's face didn't even ripple. It was as if the incoming force wasn't a world-destroying immortal dragon, but a trivial breeze, not even worthy of making him pause.

He didn't even stop his steps, maintaining that unhurried, composed posture as he walked toward the high platform, as if ahead of him lay not a Quasi-Sage's wrathful blow, but a smooth path strewn with flowers.

Just as the Pure Yang Immortal Dragon was about to reach him, the ten-thousand-foot immortal light nearly swallowing him, and the scorching Pure Yang flames already rushing at his face—enough to instantly melt an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—Ao Chen finally made a move.

Still so casual, still so effortless.

He still didn't summon any treasure, nor did he fully mobilize the power of the Star River Universe within him. He merely raised his right hand and extended a single finger.

That finger was crystalline like jade, spotless, seemingly fragile and devoid of any earth-shattering might, yet it seemed to contain an indescribable Dao resonance, as if it were the most solid, most primordial existence in heaven and earth.

At the roaring Pure Yang Immortal Dragon, enough to easily incinerate a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Ao Chen simply tapped it lightly.

This tap seemed infinitely slow, yet in everyone's perception, it was incredibly fast.

As if ignoring the distance of space and the passage of time, it landed with pinpoint accuracy on the massive head of the Pure Yang Immortal Dragon, at the very core of the staff head formed by the Dragon Head Staff!

There was no earth-shattering collision, no terrifying fluctuation of Law annihilation, not even a trace of energy dissipation.

Only an extremely faint "pop" sound, like an insignificant bubble bursting silently.

The next moment, under the East King Duke's gaze—shifting from fury to shock, then from shock to terror—and under the nearly stopped hearts of all the observing immortals and gods!

That awe-inspiring Pure Yang Immortal Dragon, which seemed ready to burn the eight desolates and purify everything, collapsed instantly from the point where Ao Chen's finger had touched it, like a popped balloon!

The ten-thousand-foot Pure Yang Immortal Light dissipated rapidly like an ebbing tide. The heaven-shaking dragon roar turned into a short, mournful cry. The massive dragon body shattered inch by inch like a sand sculpture, finally dissolving into countless specks of light, vanishing completely into nothingness!

And the Dragon Head Staff in the East King Duke's hand—this Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure symbolizing his status as Head of Male Immortals—emitted a strained hum. The light on its shaft flickered wildly, and the Pure Yang Dao resonance within it was completely suppressed and shattered!

Then it flew out of his hand, spinning back, and slammed heavily into the East King Duke's own chest!

Pfft!

The East King Duke felt as if struck by a Chaos Divine Mountain. An irresistible, incomprehensible torrent of power surged into his body through the Dragon Head Staff, instantly dispersing all the protective immortal light he had hastily gathered!

His Quasi-Sage body shuddered violently. His internal organs seemed to be ground to dust and displaced by that force. A mouthful of golden blood, containing the essence of his origin and the aura of shattered Laws, sprayed uncontrollably, staining the white jade high platform before him!

Stagger! Stagger! Stagger!

He stumbled back dozens of steps, each step leaving a deep, crack-rimmed footprint on the hard Immortal Court platform, engraved with immortal runes.

Finally, unable to steady himself, he collapsed awkwardly to the ground, his face instantly pale as paper, like a dead man, his aura utterly withered!

One finger—just one finger, without even using a treasure—had effortlessly broken the strongest strike of this dignified Quasi-Sage, the master of the Immortal Court, delivered in fury!

Silence!

A deathly silence!

The entire Yingzhou Immortal Island, the grand gathering of ten thousand immortals, was now utterly soundless! You could hear a pin drop!

All the immortals and gods, regardless of their cultivation level or breadth of knowledge, stood frozen as if struck by a paralysis spell or petrification technique.

They stared blankly at the disheveled East King Duke on the high platform, then at the green-robed dragon youth still walking slowly below, their minds a blank canvas filled only with bone-chilling cold!

What... what just happened? What did they see?

A Quasi-Sage! That was a Quasi-Sage! The pinnacle of existence in the Primordial World, second only to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

And now... now he was defeated with a single finger by a dragon who appeared to have only the aura of a Heavenly Immortal, so effortlessly?

This was no longer absurd—it was a complete subversion, a merciless mockery of the entire Primordial World's cultivation system, a total crushing of everyone's understanding!

"Gulp..."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound jarringly loud in the deathly silent square, shattering the suffocating stillness.

Then came a wave of stifled gasps and exclamations, rising and falling uncontrollably!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"This must be some extremely advanced illusion! That honored great one is definitely not a Heavenly Immortal—he's an old monster hidden by the Dragon Race, otherwise this defies the Heavenly Dao!"

"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant! No wonder he dared to publicly obliterate those who came to provoke the Immortal Court! With such terrifying strength, it's only natural that East King Duke fell."

In a corner, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face, which had worn a smug, gloating smile, was now completely frozen!

Replacing it was unprecedented solemnity, deep wariness, and even a trace of fear he refused to admit to himself!

He stared fixedly at Ao Chen. The Chaos Bell in his hand hummed and rang, automatically protecting its master, shedding ten thousand strands of Xuanhuang Qi, as if sensing an unprecedented, immense threat!

He finally understood that his earlier feeling had been correct! This Dragon truly possessed the power to threaten him! Perhaps even far more than he had imagined!

"A Heavenly Immortal slaying a Quasi-Sage in reverse? Such combat prowess is unheard of! Who in the heavens is he, and why can I never see through his realm?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's mind churned like a stormy sea, waves crashing violently, his face dark with clouds.

"Could it be that he really isn't hiding his cultivation? That he truly accomplished all this at the Heavenly Immortal realm?"

The moment this thought surfaced, even he—this arrogant, self-important Eastern Emperor of the Demon Race—was startled!

If that were true, then the Dao Ao Chen walked was utterly immeasurable! The strangeness of his path sent a chill through even this Quasi-Sage!

Demon Master Kunpeng trembled in terror, wishing he could instantly use his innate divine ability, transform into a Kun fish, and dive into the Northern Abyss's deep sea, never to emerge again!

He was now immensely grateful that back at Buzhou Mountain, he had fled fast enough! Otherwise, given the strength Ao Chen was displaying now, he probably wouldn't even have had a chance to escape!

The Three Pure Ones, too, wore varied expressions, but the shock in their eyes was identical, even more intense than before.

For the first time, a clear ripple stirred in Supreme Clarity Laozi's calm, well-like gaze.

Primordial Lord of Heaven frowned deeply, feeling an instinctive repulsion and a strong sense of threat in his heart.

The light in Upper Clarity Tongtian's eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with undisguised battle intent!

On the high platform, West Queen Mother's gaze was cold, her eyes filled with deep wariness and shock.

She knew better than anyone the strength of East King Duke. Though he had only just entered the Quasi-Sage realm, with the might of his Dragon Head Staff and his Pure Yang Origin, even an ordinary late-stage Quasi-Sage would find it extremely difficult to wound him so easily!

And at that moment, East King Duke, struck down by a single finger and sitting slumped on the ground, finally snapped out of his shock, humiliation, and searing pain!

He jerked his head up, staring at Ao Chen as he approached step by step, his eyes brimming with maddened venom, unwillingness, and a hint of hysterical Killing Intent!

He finally understood how terribly wrong he had been!

This Dragon before him was no Heavenly Immortal at all! Nor was he a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

"You... you are no pawn of the Demon Race..." East King Duke's voice was hoarse, laden with endless regret and unwillingness.

He finally realized that he had misjudged from the very start!

This Ao Chen was not acting on anyone's orders at all—he had come for him, for the Immortal Court itself, to smash the place!

"Realizing it now? Too late."

Ao Chen walked up to East King Duke, looking down at him from on high, his gaze indifferent, as if regarding a dead thing.

"East King Duke, you style yourself the Head of Male Immortals, yet your virtue does not match your position. You are narrow-minded, bully the weak, suppress the Dragon Race, and even indulge your underlings in extortion, corrupting the fortune of the Immortal Dao!"

"Today, I shall act on behalf of Heaven's Dao and also seek justice for the Dragon Race! I'll send you... on your way!"

Before his words faded, Ao Chen raised his right hand again!

This time, it was no mere finger, but a giant palm that covered the entire high platform, as if condensed from the power of billions of stars!

Upon the palm, Dao resonance flowed, laws thundered, and the phantom of the Star River Universe rose and fell within its center, carrying a terrifying momentum that crushed all before it!

If this palm came down, East King Duke—the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, the master of the Immortal Court—would likely be utterly annihilated in Form and Spirit before the eyes of the ten thousand immortals and the Three Pure Ones!

"Stop!"