Are There Still Experts?

Lu Xuanchen's expression remained calm, as if the other's threats were nothing more than a breeze brushing past his ears.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze finally settling seriously on Nangong Huo.

At this moment, Lu Xuanchen was no longer the gentle and refined old man he had been before; his aura had turned sharp and fierce.

"Young Master Nangong, This Seat has already explained. Since you did not hear clearly." Lu Xuanchen's voice was still not loud, yet it reached every person present with a compelling force, "Then This Seat will repeat it once more."

He paused, and his tone suddenly turned harsh, like a thunderclap exploding, "Nangong Lie and Nangong Yan, relying on their strength to bully the weak, within my Eastern Xuan Academy, attempted to harm my academy's disciples. Their crime deserves death!"

"As Academy Lord of Eastern Xuan Academy, This Seat's duty is to protect the academy's safety and teach its disciples. Anyone who dares to offend the academy, regardless of their identity or background, shall be severely punished without exception!"

Lu Xuanchen's words were resounding and forceful.

At the same time, his speech directly placed the Eastern Xuan Academy on the side of absolute justice.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Nangong Huo laughed in extreme rage, his voice dripping with murderous intent, "Lu Xuanchen, do you truly believe that a mere Eastern Xuan Academy can contend with my Nangong Family?!"

His voice suddenly rose, like a volcanic eruption, as a terrifying pressure descended like a tangible force, covering everything.

At the same time, he retreated backward, yielding the space before him.

Nonsense—though he had high talent and status, he was still young. His Wu Xiang Realm cultivation made him outstanding among his peers, but it was far from enough against the older generation.

"Old Ancestor, make your move."

From the void, an old man with white hair and beard stepped forth.

"Is that... the Nangong Old Ancestor?!" Some elder recognized the old man.

"This is a Saint King! A top figure who has vaguely touched the threshold of the Supreme! Even he has come out... how could this be..."

The Nangong Old Ancestor's face was expressionless. Upon closer inspection, one could see strange patterns flickering in the flames around him.

The Nangong Old Ancestor threw a punch, carrying with it a bizarre purple flame.

Under the impact of this punch, the Mountain-Protecting Array of the Eastern Xuan Academy violently trembled, its light flickering unsteadily!

Such was the might of a Saint King—terrifying beyond measure!

Many disciples within the academy were crushed by this dreadful pressure, unable to breathe. Those with lower cultivation even spat blood from their mouths and noses.

The wrath of a Saint King—a million corpses strewn across the land, blood flowing for a thousand miles!

This was no empty boast!

Yet, facing the Nangong Old Ancestor's overwhelming power, Lu Xuanchen remained unmoved, standing firm in the void.

Around him, an invisible force slowly rose, completely blocking the Nangong Old Ancestor's pressure.

That force was formless and intangible, yet vast as an abyss, unfathomably deep, as if it contained the principles of heaven and earth and the laws of the Great Dao.

The Nangong Old Ancestor's pressure, before this force, vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea, dissipating into nothingness.

It was unmistakably the aura of a Saint King!

"I underestimated you."

"But do you think that with such meager skill, you can act recklessly before This Seat? How naive!"

The Nangong Old Ancestor slowly raised his right hand.

An even more terrifying aura erupted from within him. His physical body, like a dormant volcano, awakened in an instant, sweeping across heaven and earth.

Behind him, the Flame Warship also burst into dazzling light. Countless runes lit up on its hull, interweaving into profound array patterns, exuding a heart-stopping aura.

Several giant beast statues resembling Huo Dou at the warship's prow seemed to come alive, opening their gaping maws and unleashing earth-shaking roars, spewing towering flames that burned the void itself.

The Nangong Family's Heaven Burning Battle Array!

The Nangong Old Ancestor was getting serious.

"Lu Xuanchen, hand over the Mu Girl and that little brat, and today I will let bygones be bygones!" The Nangong Old Ancestor's voice was icy.

"Otherwise, after today, the Eastern Wasteland Domain will have no more Eastern Xuan Academy!"

A threat!

A naked threat!

The Nangong Old Ancestor's words were utterly domineering, utterly arrogant, as if he were the master of this world, free to decide the life and death of others.

The elders of the Eastern Xuan Academy, hearing the Nangong Old Ancestor's arrogant speech, burned with rage, itching to charge forward and fight him to the death.

But they also knew that, as a top Saint King empowered by the Heaven Burning Battle Array, the Nangong Old Ancestor indeed had the strength to make such a claim.

Their gazes involuntarily turned to Lu Xuanchen. As the only Saint King, the Academy Lord's words carried considerable weight.

Lu Xuanchen remained calm. Facing the Nangong Old Ancestor's threat, there was no trace of fear on his face; instead, a faint smile appeared.

"Nangong Old Freak, you are far too confident." Lu Xuanchen chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his tone, "Do you truly believe that a Saint King can do as he pleases in my Eastern Wasteland?"

"If This Seat were not occupied with important matters, I would have come to find you a hundred years ago.

"Since you have delivered yourself to my doorstep today, This Seat will let you know—a Saint King... is nothing more than this!"

As Lu Xuanchen's words fell, his aura suddenly shifted.

Hm? There's another expert?

If the Lu Xuanchen from before had his aura concealed, unfathomable like a calm lake surface, then the man before them now was like a slumbering divine dragon awakening, erupting with earth-shattering power!

Boom!

Heaven and earth quaked violently, winds and clouds shifted color!

An indescribably terrifying aura burst forth from Lu Xuanchen's body, instantly enveloping the entire Eastern Xuan Academy, spreading even to all of Tian Yong City and the Eastern Wasteland!

Before this aura, Nangong Old Ancestor's Saint King pressure dimmed in an instant, like a firefly compared to the bright moon—utterly insignificant.

The Flame Warship, which had been arrogant and domineering moments ago, now rocked violently under the impact of this aura, like a small boat amidst raging waves, as if it might capsize at any moment.

The Nangong Family elders behind were crushed by this pressure, their faces pale, bodies trembling, eyes filled with disbelief.

If it were merely a Saint King, it wouldn't bring them such pressure.

The feeling was as if what they faced wasn't a Saint King, but a... deity!

"This... how is this possible?!" Nangong Old Ancestor's eyes bulged as he stared incredulously at Lu Xuanchen, his voice trembling, "You... you're not a Saint King?!"

He finally realized what a terrible mistake he had made!

He had always believed that a hundred years ago, Lu Xuanchen had just barely entered the Saint King realm, and now he was likely only at the starting point of that stage.

But now it was clear that Lu Xuanchen's strength far exceeded his imagination!

Lu Xuanchen's true realm was definitely not Saint King!

Then what realm was he?

Above Saint was...

Supreme?!

Nangong Old Ancestor dared not believe it, nor did he want to.

The Supreme Realm—what kind of existence was that?

Across the Three Thousand Dao Domains, Supreme Realm experts were rare, each one a peerless figure who suppressed an entire region, wielding power that could destroy heaven and earth.

How could a remote place like the Eastern Wasteland Domain produce a Supreme Realm expert?

Let alone someone who had traversed the entire Saint path in just a few hundred years!

But at this moment, the aura emanating from Lu Xuanchen had truly surpassed the Saint King, reaching a level he could not comprehend!

"What realm This Seat is in, what business is it of yours?" Lu Xuanchen said with a faint smile, his eyes full of disdain. "All you need to know is that before This Seat, your so-called Nangong Family is nothing but chickens and dogs—utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow!"

Arrogant!

Extremely arrogant!

But at this moment, Nangong Old Ancestor could not refute it.

Because he knew Lu Xuanchen had the capital to be arrogant!

"Lu Xuanchen, so what if you're a Supreme?!" Nangong Huo shouted from behind the battlefield, his voice fierce on the surface but trembling inside, trying to bolster his ancestor's courage, "My Nangong Family has deep foundations, far beyond what you imagine! If you dare to oppose my Nangong Family, you will pay a heavy price!"

"Price?" Lu Xuanchen seemed to hear a joke, the corners of his mouth lifting in a mocking smile, "This Seat would like to see what price your Nangong Family can make This Seat pay!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, fingers spread wide, and gently clenched toward Nangong Old Ancestor's direction.

A strange hum suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

It was as if the entire space had frozen solid under Lu Xuanchen's grip.

Nangong Old Ancestor only felt an irresistible, terrifying force instantly descend upon him, locking him firmly in place, leaving him unable to move, even struggling to breathe.

The Spiritual Power within him churned wildly, trying to break free from this restraint, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly futile.

The shadow of death loomed instantly.

He finally understood the gap between himself and Lu Xuanchen, or rather, the gap between a so-called Half-Step Supreme and a true Supreme!

It was not just a difference in realm; it was more like a difference in... life level!

"No... no!" Nangong Old Ancestor finally felt fear, letting out a desperate roar, begging, "Prefect Lu, spare me! Spare me! I was wrong! I should not have offended the Eastern Xuan Academy! I am willing to compensate! You, you, you... you cannot kill me, I can tell you..."

"Too late." Lu Xuanchen uttered two indifferent words, cutting off Nangong Old Ancestor, his tone full of cold detachment.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bones shattering rang out.

Nangong Old Ancestor's body, under Lu Xuanchen's grip, shattered inch by inch like porcelain, turning into a mist of blood that dissipated into the void.

Nangong Old Ancestor, a Saint King realm expert, had fallen!

He died so easily, so cleanly, without even a chance to let out a scream.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Everyone was utterly stunned by what they had just witnessed.

The elders of Eastern Xuan Academy stood dumbfounded, frozen like stone, before their faces flooded with shock and ecstasy.

They knew the Academy Lord was strong, but they never imagined he could be this strong!

A Saint King, before the Academy Lord, was like an ant—casually crushed!

Just what kind of existence was their Academy Lord?!

Meanwhile, the Nangong Family elders on the Flame Warship were scared out of their wits.

They watched helplessly as their own ancestor was effortlessly obliterated by Lu Xuanchen, like a man squashing an ant, and their terror reached its peak.

The farther they fled, the better!

That was the only thought in their minds at this moment.

Without a moment's hesitation, they immediately urged the Flame Warship to flee Eastern Xuan Academy.

But how could Lu Xuanchen let them escape so easily?

"Since you've come, all of you stay." Lu Xuanchen's voice rang out again, like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, pronouncing the fate of the Nangong Family.

He slowly raised his other hand and gave a light wave toward the Flame Warship.

An invisible, immense force instantly descended upon the Flame Warship.

The indestructible Flame Warship, before this force, was like paper—shattering in an instant, scattering into countless fragments across the void.

The Nangong Family elders on the ship didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed to dust by the force, vanishing completely.

In the blink of an eye, the menacing Nangong Family forces were all annihilated by Lu Xuanchen's power alone!

The entire process was clean and decisive, like smashing dry rot, without a trace of hesitation.

Just like that person from a few days ago!

"Hm?"

Lu Xuanchen gazed into the distant void, his brow slightly furrowed. "Still let him slip away."

"Never mind. With my disciple around, that brat won't last long."

Lu Xuanchen slowly withdrew his hand, his aura receding inward, returning to his previous calm and indifferent demeanor, as if the one who had just struck was not him at all.

His gaze swept over the stunned crowd below, and he spoke flatly: "Elders, clean up the battlefield and calm the disciples. This matter ends here; no further discussion."

With that, Lu Xuanchen's form flickered and vanished into the void.

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