"Search my soul?"
"Cleanse my sins?"
"You bunch of undead old fossils—you think you're worthy?"
The crisp voice echoed above the sea of clouds, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
The elders and dignitaries of every major power all changed expression.
They had never imagined that, faced with the direct questioning of several Heavenly Monarch experts, this young junior who had just emerged from the Secret Realm would dare to be so arrogant.
Daoist Chen Yuan stood at the prow of the Mount Shu Warship, a wild curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.
One hand rested on his sword hilt as the supreme Sword Intent of the Tribulation Transcendence Peak erupted completely. In that instant, the entire sky turned into a vast azure sea of swords.
"Changqing is right."
Daoist Chen Yuan's voice was tyrannical beyond measure.
"If you want to touch Mount Shu'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, step forward and try!"
Sword Qi crisscrossed heaven and earth, and the atmosphere instantly became taut as drawn swords.
The nine Purple Mansions within Chen Changqing's body quietly revolved. The dark-gold Immortal Execution Sword trembled violently in its sheath, while the Killing Intent within him had already condensed to its limit.
The leading old monsters of the various factions exchanged glances. True essence surged wildly through their bodies as several Immortal Artifacts slowly rose from within them.
Gales howled above the sea of clouds.
The auras of the elders and dignitaries from the various orthodox lineages merged into one. Their violent pressure crushed the sea below into a pit tens of thousands of zhang deep.
Every spirit-energy cannon aboard the warships aimed toward the Mount Shu