A Tribulation Immortal Appears!

"Chen Changqing!" Liu Ruyan screamed on the warship.

Daoist Chen Yuan's eyes were bloodshot.

He watched helplessly as his Personal Disciple was blasted away by six Heavenly Monarch working together, his body covered in blood.

This feeling of powerlessness is more painful than any attack.

"The Ji Clan! The Great Chu! The Heavenly Demon Sect!" Daoist Chen Yuan's voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, "Mount Shu will never let your actions of today go unpunished!"

"Mount Shu?" Heavenly Monarch of the Ji Clan sneered, "By the time your Mount Shu people arrive, this kid will already be a corpse."

The six Heavenly Monarch once again channeled their magical Law Power, preparing to launch a final attack on Chen Changqing.

In that very instant.

The world changed color.

The clouds above the Netherworld Trench were suddenly torn to shreds by an invisible force. The giant waves on the sea were flattened in an instant, and even the surging spray was frozen in mid-air.

A terrifying aura, far surpassing that of the Heavenly Monarch Realm, suddenly descended from the heavens.

That aura was as vast as the ocean and as deep as the abyss.

Every Cultivator present—whether True Lord or Heavenly Monarch —sensed the significance of this aura.

Tribulation Immortal.

Chapter 968: The Nine Elders of Mount Shu Draw Their Swords

The oppressive aura of Tribulation Immortal covered the entire sea area spanning tens of thousands of miles.

The surging Netherworld Qi in the Netherworld Trench seemed to be suppressed by an invisible hand, not daring to emit even the slightest ripple. The True Lord Cultivators who were scattering and fleeing were immobilized by this pressure, and they all knelt down in the void, their faces ashen.

The Law Power of the six Heavenly Monarch simultaneously became sluggish.

The black blade in Sky-Splitting Spear's hand trembled and vibrated, as if it were afraid of something. His expression changed, and his knuckles gripping the blade turned white.

Guiyuan fared even worse. The dark red Devil Qi around him instantly dissipated under the pressure of the Tribulation Immortal, and the ghostly figures formed from the Devil Qi let out silent roars before turning to ashes. Guiyuan's face turned from rosy to pale, and his lips twitched twice.

"Tribulation Immortal..." Heavenly Monarch of the Ji Clan's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between clenched teeth, "How could it be so fast..."

They calculated the time.

The Shu Mountain Sacred Land is located in the Kunlun Mountain Range in the Western Nine Provinces, tens of thousands of miles away from the Netherworld Trench. Even if Mount Shu sends people immediately after receiving the news, it would still take at least half a day for a Tribulation Immortal- level expert to fly at full speed.

However, less than two hours have passed since the message was posted on the Nine Provinces Darknet.

Unless— the Tribulation Immortal from Mount Shu had already set off before the news spread.

The void is torn apart.

This is not an ordinary spatial rift.

The entire sky resembled a giant curtain, torn open from the middle. Pale blue flames burned along the edges of the crack, scorch marks left by the violent ripping of Spatial Laws.

A person emerged from the crack.

To be precise, it flew out riding on an Immortal Sword.

The Immortal Sword was entirely emerald green, with ancient patterns flowing along its blade, radiating a chilling sharpness. Standing atop the sword was a tall, white-haired old man with a ruddy complexion like a baby's, piercing eyes, and an aura so vast it was suffocating.

He was wearing a Cyan Daoist Robe.

The Daoist robe was simple and old-fashioned, with a mountain embroidered on the chest.

That mountain--

It is Mount Shu.

The unique Patriarch's Daoist Robes of Mount Shu are only worn by the most senior members of the sect.

"Oh no! People from Mount Shu have arrived!"

Sky-Splitting Spear finally couldn't help but shout it out. He had spent half his life dealing with the intelligence system of the Great Chu Dynasty and knew the high-level personnel of the major forces in the Nine Provinces like the back of his hand.

He recognized the Patriarch's Daoist Robe of Mount Shu.

There are no more than ten people in the entire Mount Shu who are qualified to wear this Daoist robe.

The Nine Elders of Mount Shu.

"It's Grandmaster Qingxiao!"

Daoist Chen Yuan turned his head sharply, and upon seeing the person's face clearly, the tension in his body instantly eased by a third. His voice carried a hint of barely concealed excitement.

True Lord Qingxiao.

He is the fifth of the Nine Elders of Mount Shu, Sixth Layer of Tribulation Immortal.

Throughout the tens of thousands of years of history of Mount Shu, the Nine Elders have been the true guardians of destiny. They usually cultivate in seclusion in the Nine-Layer Heavenly Palace, detached from worldly affairs. They only emerge from the mountains when Mount Shu faces a threat of annihilation.

Today, for the sake of a young man in the Middle True Lord Stage, True Lord Qingxiao has come down from the mountain.

Bai Wuya grinned.

He sheathed his silver spear, stepped back to Chen Changqing's side, and reached out to help his nephew, who was still vomiting blood, to his feet.

"Kid, you've got some nerve," Bai Wuya said in a low voice, "Even Ancestor Qingxiao has been alerted."

Chen Changqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at the figure standing on a sword in the void.

Sixth Layer of Tribulation Immortal.

This was the first time he had ever felt the aura of Tribulation Immortal so closely. The oppressive feeling was on a completely different level from that of Heavenly Monarch. The Heavenly Monarch's pressure was like a mountain pressing down on his head; although heavy, it was still bearable.

The oppressive aura of the Tribulation Immortal was as if the entire sky had collapsed.

It's not a matter of feeling oppressed, it's a difference in scale. It's like an ant looking up at an elephant's foot—you don't even have the option of "resisting".

True Lord Qingxiao glanced down at the battlefield below.

His gaze lingered on Chen Changqing for a moment.

He was covered in blood, his Daoist robe was torn, but his spine was straight and his eyes were clear. The tip of the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand was pointing downwards, and the dark gold blade was still stained with the blood of the Heavenly Monarch.

The corner of True Lord Qingxiao's mouth twitched.

"Good."

The two words were spoken softly, but everyone present heard them clearly.

Then his gaze shifted to the six Heavenly Monarch.

It's like shifting from admiring a precious artifact to scrutinizing six stray dogs that have wandered into the yard.

"The Great Chu Dark Shadow Guard, the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Beast Taming Sect, the Ji Clan." True Lord Qingxiao read them out one by one, his voice calm and still. "What a grand spectacle! Six Heavenly Monarch besieging a True Lord junior. I've lived for over ten thousand years, and today I've truly seen something new."

Sky-Splitting Spear's face was extremely grim.

He was the commander of the Great Chu Dark Shadow Guard, and had seen many grand occasions. He had fought against the Heavenly Monarch and even had several brushes with experts at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

But facing the Tribulation Immortal—

He didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

Every time True Lord Qingxiao's gaze swept over him, he felt his Heavenly Monarch Law Power tremble violently within his body, as if he were about to kneel down.

"Senior..." Guiyuan forced a smile, his yellow teeth starkly contrasting against his deathly pale face, "There's been some misunderstanding. We didn't mean to offend Mount Shu— "

"Misunderstand?"

True Lord Qingxiao interrupted him.

The old man's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a power capable of crushing everything.

"Six Heavenly Monarch joined forces to attack a young man in the Middle True Lord Stage, and you're telling me this is a misunderstanding?"

Guiyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

True Lord Qingxiao's feet, the emerald green Immortal Sword trembled slightly.

This single tremor caused countless cracks to appear in the void within a radius of a hundred miles.

"I've come today to ask only one thing."

True Lord Qingxiao stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

"You lot, are you going on your own, or do you want me to escort you on your way?"