Bei He the Quasi-King, Immortal King's Oral Decree

Outside the Martial Arena, the clamor rose and fell as the gazes of the gathered prodigies focused on Su Li.

The moment he appeared, the entire scene fell silent as if time itself had frozen; people marveled at his heroic bearing, for he was like a brilliant star illuminating the entire Martial Arena.

"Too incredible!" someone exclaimed from the heart.

"He is truly the young supreme of our Primal Ancient Realm!" another remarked with deep emotion.

"To think Ancestor Wang is of the same generation as us—what a source of pride!" someone shouted in excitement.

Amidst the crowd, Yue Xian spotted Su Li at a glance; her smile was as bright as spring sunshine, and her eyes sparkled with excitement and joy.

Accompanied by Qing Xuan, the princess of the South Sea Dragon Palace, Yue Xian walked with light, elegant steps until she stood before Su Li.

"Ancestor Wang Su Li, congratulations on your triumphant return!" she said sweetly, her voice like celestial music that left everyone captivated.

Qing Xuan stood by her side, smiling, her eyes revealing her admiration and appreciation for Su Li.

Su Li nodded with a faint smile, acknowledging the greeting.

Seeing that Su Li did not speak, Yue Xian felt no offense; for someone of the Ancestor Wang's status to smile and acknowledge her was already a tremendous honor.

She knew better than to overstep her bounds.

Shortly thereafter, following the appearance of the Thunder Emperor, the crowd began to whisper and discuss.

They pointed at the Thunder Emperor, their eyes filled with shock and confusion, for his current appearance completely subverted the image they held of him.

The Thunder Emperor's hair was disheveled and unkempt, as if it had been whipped by a gale.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and he looked utterly exhausted with deep-set, listless eyes. The purple armor on his body was in tatters, with shards scattered across the ground, as if he had just emerged from a fierce battle.

His left arm was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, clearly indicating a severe injury.

His right leg was also slightly bent, seemingly injured, and he looked wretched—a stark contrast to his previously majestic and invincible image.

One prodigy remarked, "The Thunder Emperor gave his all; Ancestor Wang is simply too powerful, so this is already the best possible outcome." His words were filled with helplessness and regret.

Following this, other prodigies chimed in one after another: "Indeed, the Thunder Emperor has done well enough."

"Ancestor Wang is truly too strong; it is quite an achievement that the Thunder Emperor could stand against him for so long."

"We cannot ask for more, after all, the Thunder Emperor has his own limitations."

These echoes of agreement contained both affirmation and praise for the Thunder Emperor, as well as recognition of Ancestor Wang's strength.

They all knew that the outcome of this battle had been destined; while the Thunder Emperor was powerful, Ancestor Wang was a cut above.

"The Thunder Emperor is worthy of his name, his strength is truly formidable!" someone sighed.

"Indeed, the Thunder Emperor's power of thunder is truly astonishing, enough to inspire awe," another agreed.

However, they all understood that despite the Thunder Emperor's strength, he was still slightly inferior in the face of Ancestor Wang.

Ancestor Wang's power had reached an unimaginable height, leaving everyone in awe.

"Ancestor Wang is truly amazing; such strength is beyond our reach," someone remarked.

"Indeed, Ancestor Wang is not only powerful but also deep in his schemes; he is truly worthy of admiration," another nodded in agreement.

Before long, a powerful, white-haired Quasi-Immortal King descended, bearing an edict from an Immortal King.

This descending Quasi-Immortal King was named Bei He; though his hair was white as snow, his spirit was soaring.

He radiated a powerful aura that commanded involuntary reverence, and his gaze was so sharp it seemed to pierce through all illusions, leaving no room for deception.

Quasi-Immortal King Bei He wore a grave expression, possessing an air of natural authority that required no anger to be felt.

With his hands clasped behind his back, his voice was low and resonant, every word heavy with majesty.

"Thunder Emperor, Su Li, the Immortal King has issued a decree: you are to enter the main hall." The voice of Quasi-Immortal King Bei He echoed across the island, clear for all to hear.

The two prodigies, the Thunder Emperor and Su Li, exchanged a glance, a flicker of confusion passing through their eyes.

"Understood," the Thunder Emperor and Su Li replied in unison, their voices tinged with awe.

They knew this was the command of the Immortal King, and they had no choice but to obey.

Suddenly, the Thunder Emperor felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a being of boundless power, causing his soul to tremble.

Following his intuition, he looked up and realized it was Quasi-Immortal King Bei He watching him.

The eyes of Quasi-Immortal King Bei He were like lightning, sweeping over the Thunder Emperor as if they could see through all falsehoods.

He gently raised his hand, and myriad auspicious energies gathered at his fingertips, shining like brilliant stars.

With a wave of his hand, that auspicious energy fell like spring rain, enveloping the Thunder Emperor.

Under the baptism of this auspicious energy, the Thunder Emperor's body gradually returned to its original state, as if he had been reborn.

The surrounding scene seemed to be illuminated by this auspicious energy; clouds swirled, rays of light overflowed, and the entire space was filled with a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Quasi-Immortal King Bei He stood there like a guardian of heaven and earth, his figure appearing even taller and more imposing against the backdrop of the auspicious light, inspiring deep reverence.

Under the cleansing of the auspicious energy, the Thunder Emperor's form was fully restored to its former state.

He straightened his back, pressed his palms together, and bowed deeply toward Quasi-Immortal King Bei He, his eyes filled with gratitude as a warm current surged through his heart.

Quasi-Immortal King Bei He wore a composed expression, his eyes revealing a faint smile.

He looked at the Thunder Emperor without speaking, yet his gaze was filled with appreciation and approval.

He knew that the Thunder Emperor had felt his assistance and salvation; this sense of gratitude would become a deep bond between them.

Should the Thunder Emperor ascend to become a King one day, he would surely not forget the kindness of this day.

"Let us go." Quasi-Immortal King Bei He turned and departed. Su Li and the Thunder Emperor naturally followed behind, and the two soon arrived outside the great hall.

Outside the great hall, Su Li, the Thunder Emperor, and Quasi-Immortal King Bei He waited respectfully.

The ancient stone steps outside the palace wound downward like the spine of a giant dragon, exuding a steady and solemn aura.

The towering palace doors were inlaid with intricate golden patterns, resembling a scroll that recounted the passage of ancient time.

Above the lintel, a phoenix with wings spread in flight was carved, symbolizing power and glory.

The walls surrounding the great hall were engraved with various mysterious runes that emitted a faint golden light, seemingly guarding the tranquility and secrets of the hall.

Under the illumination of the sunlight, the exterior of the great hall appeared even more magnificent and solemn, inspiring awe in those who beheld it.

Quasi-Immortal King Bei He suddenly seemed to sense something; he turned his gaze toward Su Li and the other, saying in a slightly serious tone, "The Immortal Kings are conversing within; you two may enter directly."

His eyes revealed an indescribable depth, as if he could see through all falsehoods.

Although his tone was serious, it held not a hint of reproach; instead, it made one feel the warmth of protection and care.