"Boy, hand over the Holy Maiden."
A Supreme Elder of the Purple Mansion Holy Land wore a dark expression. His powerful aura erupted, twisting space itself as he shouted sternly.
"Release the Holy Maiden unharmed, then kneel and accept your death. We can make it quick!"
"You killed our Purple Mansion Holy Son and our outstanding disciples. If the Holy Maiden suffers so much as a scratch, we will destroy your flesh, extract your living soul, and imprison it in earthfiend divine fire to burn for a thousand years!"
The many experts of the Purple Mansion Holy Land brimmed with killing intent. They addressed the surrounded Lu Chen in icy voices, certain that catching him would be as easy as plucking a turtle from a jar, and that he could not escape death today.
"With talent like his, he could rival the Yaoguang Holy Son and Ji Haoyue of the Divine King Body. What a pity that he will fall today!" someone lamented.
Someone else sneered. "This world has never lacked heaven-blessed geniuses. If they die before reaching their potential, they amount to nothing."
"Lu Chen is only a Loose Cultivator, after all. However talented he may be, the great powers will never allow someone like him to rise."
"A youth who can kill the Purple Mansion Holy Son from a lower realm has the potential to stand beside prodigies like the Divine King Body. If he grows to maturity, he will absolutely threaten the core successors of the Various Holy Lands. Even if the Purple Mansion Holy Land did nothing, another great power would snuff him out!" an older Loose Cultivator sighed.
The world was often cruel. Never mind Lu Chen, a genius Loose Cultivator—even the Yaoguang Holy Son, backed by the Yaoguang Holy Land, still had people trying