Silence.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
The entire Central Continent fell silent. Who could have imagined that Xu Qingxiao had brought a First-Rank Martial Cultivator? It was utterly inconceivable.
A First-Rank Martial Cultivator!
What did that mean? The strongest being between heaven and earth, a Martial Emperor of the Mortal World. Without another First Rank to restrain him, a First-Rank Martial Cultivator could suppress everything—even annihilate a dynasty single-handedly.
Otherwise, why would the First Rank be called "Martial Emperor of the Mortal World"?
The greatest fighting power in the mortal realm-that was what Martial Emperor of the Mortal World meant.
A First-Rank Martial Cultivator.
He truly had the standing to curse a Sage. They belonged to different systems of cultivation. So what if he cursed one? Both were First Rank.
Of course, if a Sage were truly present, Wu Ming would not have acted this way. After all, both were First Rank.
Right now, he was merely lashing out at Sage Zhu's Disciples.
If a Sage provoked Wu Ming, he would dare curse him, let alone Sage Zhu's Disciples.
At that moment.
The most dumbfounded of all had to be the Great Wei Literary Palace.
Ordinarily, the Great Wei Literary Palace feared neither heaven nor earth. Whatever Xu Qingxiao did, they could always find a reason to attack him.
Even when the Female Emperor spoke, they dared rebuke her in fury. But now they faced Great Wei's First-Rank Martial Cultivator. They had truly kicked an iron plate.
No, this was no iron plate. It was a gold plate.
Everyone fell silent. Confucian Cao, Confucian Fang, and Jiang Ru looked utterly grim. The moment they heard that he was a First-Rank Martial Cultivator, all their anger vanished.
How could they still dare be angry?
Challenge a First Rank? Their confidence and arrogance came