17: Chapter 17 Not even a Saint King, yet you dare to mess with me?

The Disaster Battlefield is still outside the Cangyuan Realm, connected to this world.

The Outer Realm Battlefield is located beyond the realm, deep within the Outer Space.

Inside the Disaster Prison Space, the Woman in White, Ji Qianyue, said, "That battlefield not only has countless Calamity Sovereigns comparable to Great Emperors, but also extraterrestrial demons, making it incomparably dangerous. There were Great Emperors who went and never returned, but there were also people who attained the Dao outside the realm and arrived with an invincible posture."

"Grandfather, rest assured. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely find Father," Xie Wushang said earnestly, looking at Xie Jingde.

"Good, Grandfather believes you." Xie Jingde wore a gratified expression, having already revealed Xie Wushang's background.

Telling him...

that he was not his grandfather...

but his grandmother's older brother.

Telling him that he came from the Celestial Emperor Family.

Yet he still called him grandfather, and his deep affection remained unchanged.

This single call of 'grandfather' made Xie Jingde feel that his efforts over the years had not been in vain.

"Hmph, your father has long fallen into a desperate situation in the Outer Space, his Soul Aura weak and facing near-certain death. You still want to search for him and bring him back?" At this moment, a cold voice leisurely drifted out from the Void Realm, and instantly, the entire heaven and earth changed abruptly.

The bright moon in the high sky vanished.

A fiery-red firmament suddenly appeared out of thin air, completely shrouding a radius of a hundred miles around the area where Xie Wushang was located.

Ripples stirred in the surrounding air, and waves of fire rolled up, crashing over.

In an instant, Xie Wushang felt as if he were situated in a world of a sea of fire.

Simultaneously, a terrifying pressure, resembling the firmament itself, pressed down heavily upon him and Xie Jingde.

That mighty force directly crushed the courtyard and houses where Xie Wushang lived, causing them to collapse and turn into dust.

The earth began to crack, and the mountains were on the verge of shattering.

Xie Jingde felt as if his Bloodline was about to burst, and his Divine Soul seemed as though it was about to be crushed to pieces.

"It is Saint pressure!"

Inside the disaster prison bead, the Woman in White, Ji Qianyue, flashed her gaze, wearing a hint of solemnity as she looked at the Void Realm outside the Disaster Prison Space.

Sitting cross-legged on the divine platform and refining the Disaster King, the gray-haired Xie Wushang flashed his gaze, opened his tightly closed eyes, and slowly stood up.

A rich Primordial Spirit power diffused from his body, imparting onto his physical body, allowing Xie Wushang to remain steadfast and unshaken despite the Saint pressure. At the same time, black and white light flickered on his body, evolving into a light barrier that enveloped Xie Jingde.

Xie Jingde instantly felt the pressure on his body vanish abruptly.

"Wushang also possesses the Aura of a Saint!" Xie Jingde felt a surge of joy in his heart. After glancing at his grandson, he also slowly stood up and looked up at the high sky, only to see ripples stirring there, manifesting a spacetime passage where flames churned.

A man clad in bronze armor and a helmet, with an Aura as majestic and towering as a mountain, stepped out from within.

This person was none other than Jiang Zhen from the Jiang Clan.

"Oh, to think he can actually resist this Saint's Domain might!" Jiang Zhen looked at Xie Wushang with a look of astonishment.

"Interesting... However, this bit of strength is far from enough. I can capture you in a single breath. By then, the flood dragon soup boiled by my concubine and the Saint Spirit wine should be ready. Hahaha, I can just use you to celebrate and drink wine..." After a slight surprise, Jiang Zhen laughed loudly, taking a large step forward as the Saint-realm Aura continuously gushed out from his body.

Blazing flames rolled out, transforming into a sea of fire that supported him beneath his feet.

"Saint Peak realm, is it!" Xie Wushang raised his head to look at the newcomer, his eyes filled with an indifferent expression.

Merely at the Peak of the Saint realm, not even a Saint King, yet he dared to use his might to suppress others.

Inside the Disaster Prison Space, his Primordial Spirit body had a cold and stern gaze.

At the same time, he glanced at the Woman in White, Ji Qianyue, whose Primordial Spirit had manifested beside him.

"What do you want to do?! Revered Master has already been sucked once by you, don't even think about exploiting Revered Master again."

Ji Qianyue wore a vigilant expression and hurriedly retreated, acting entirely like she was terrified of being sucked dry by the Disciple before her.

"The power of this Disaster King has already been refined by me by seventy percent. To deal with a mere Saint, there is no need for Revered Master's power."

Xie Wushang's expression was calm.

"That is for the best!"

Ji Qianyue let out a breath of relief, then looked toward the outside world and said, "This youngster's Aura seems to come from the Jiang Clan, sharing the same clan as you!"

"I know!" Xie Wushang said, sensing the newcomer's Aura instantly with his powerful Primordial Spirit power.

That was unique to the Sun Bloodline.

The moment this person appeared, Xie Wushang's Bloodline Power began to churn like flames.

Xie Wushang looked at the newcomer. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Hehe, I am the person who has come to apprehend you!" Jiang Zhen smiled hideously, and then with a movement of his large hand, he reached down toward Xie Wushang below. Immediately, flames churned in the high sky before Jiang Zhen, condensing into a thousand-zhang-large giant hand of fire.

The giant hand of fire seemed capable of plucking stars and capturing the moon, directly moving its five fingers to grab at Xie Wushang.

The raging flames poured down from the giant hand of fire like a river of fire, burning the Void Realm until it twisted.

Xie Jingde felt the soil and rocks around him begin to melt and turn into magma, his body on the verge of being incinerated at any moment.

"Is this what a Saint is like! With a mere wave of a hand, they can destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth!" Xie Jingde felt a chill in his heart. "Pity that I am only at the fifth realm of cultivation, and even though Tianxing bestowed a Saint-Grade weapon upon me in the past, I cannot activate it... Had I known earlier, I would have just given it to Wushang."

Xie Jingde felt regret in his heart.

At this time, he was suppressed by the Saint pressure, causing his body to stagger backward, and his limbs struggled to exert force, making it utterly impossible to distract himself to pull out the Saint-Grade weapon.

"I just wonder if Wushang can block it..." Xie Jingde looked at Xie Wushang with a worried expression.

He felt some regret inside; he should have persuaded his grandson to go to the Ji Clan just now.

Even if he were to be a matrilocal son-in-law, at least he would have the protection of an Emperor Clan!

"Merely at the Peak of the Saint realm, not even a Saint King, yet you dare to boast about capturing me. How overestimating your own capabilities."

Xie Wushang's expression was calm. He stepped forward, looked at the sky-covering giant hand descending from the heavens, and slowly extended his palm.

Extending his palm, he merged his fingers into a sword and pointed forward into the Void Realm.

In an instant, black and white Qi swept out from Xie Wushang's fingertips, transforming into a sharp sword that pierced toward the giant hand of fire.

As the sharp sword thrust forward, dark red lightning flickered upon it, resembling a web of electricity that hacked toward the giant hand of fire.

The sharp sword broke through the sea of fire, and the lightning directly split and shattered the giant hand of fire, reducing it to nothingness.

Instantly, the sharp sword, carrying the dark red lightning, pierced toward the hand extended by Jiang Zhen himself.

"This... This is Saint King-grade lightning..." When the lightning flickered and struck over, Jiang Zhen's heart sank.

He looked ahead with a face full of shock.

"No... The Aura surpasses a Saint King, reaching the half-step Great Saint-Grade!"

Jiang Zhen felt panicked in his heart. With a move of his Divine Thought, flames churned, condensing into a wall of fire in front of him.

intent on blocking the incoming giant sword.

Simultaneously, light patterns intertwined between his brows, and a flame shield immediately flew out to protect him in front.

However, Xie Wushang's sword was unstoppable. In merely a split second, it pierced and shattered the giant wall of fire evolved by Jiang Zhen.

The long sword flashed, piercing straight through the hand he had extended.

There was also dark red lightning flashing across the sky, hacking toward Jiang Zhen's body and directly shattering the shield he had sacrificed.

As the shield shattered, the lightning seized the momentum and struck Jiang Zhen's body, causing his pupils to constrict and terror to appear in his eyes.

He only felt a heaven-destroying and earth-extinguishing power annihilating his very being.