44: Chapter 44 I'm coming clean!

"Only want to stay by Daddy's side?" Hearing this, Great Elder Jiang Yuyang furrowed his brows.

This girl still needs proper guidance!

High up in the sky, Empress Qinghong also locked her brows, and she looked at Xie Wushang.

"Only at the Third Realm..." Empress Qinghong wore an indifferent expression.

"Jiang Wushang, your daughter has the bearing of an Emperor... She cannot be as slack as you. As her father, you should be responsible for her."

"Persuade her to take this Emperor as her master."

Her tone was indifferent, and her impression of Xie Wushang was not good.

"She is nearly thirty yet only at the Third Realm of Cultivate... If this little girl follows him, she will definitely ruin her bright future."

Empress Qinghong thought to herself.

"We must absolutely not let him act so recklessly."

As she whispered in her heart, a powerful Quasi-Emperor Aura also poured down toward Xie Wushang in the valley below.

Nearby, Jiang Daoran and the others trembled, stumbling and almost falling to their knees.

Sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they gritted their teeth as they hastily manifested their visions, doing their utmost to resist the Emperor Aura coming from high above.

"Empress Qinghong is angry," Grand Elder whispered.

"Fine, with this, Wushang will surely agree to let Ruoxi take a master," Jiang Daoran thought to himself.

Then, he looked at Xie Wushang.

Jiang Daoran also wanted his great-granddaughter to take Empress Qinghong as her master.

The other few Elders also looked at Xie Wushang.

With this look, all the Elders widened their eyes, revealing expressions of utter disbelief.

Yet they saw Xie Wushang standing beneath the emperor monument, simply raising his head slowly to look at Empress Qinghong high in the sky.

"Ruoxi is my daughter, so naturally I will be responsible for her. As long as she does not commit heinous crimes, I will respect her decisions no matter what."

"For instance, taking a master," Xie Wushang's tone was calm.

"If she is unwilling, even a Quasi-Emperor cannot force her."

Xie Wushang's words were calm, yet they carried an unquestionable flavor.

Empress Qinghong's majestic Aura poured down, yet he felt like he was basking in a spring breeze, not feeling even a shred of pressure.

"Oh! To actually withstand my Aura," Empress Qinghong's gaze narrowed, a look of astonishment appearing in her eyes.

"Interesting... The Third Realm, yet capable of this? Could it be that Jiang Tianxing bestowed a supreme treasure upon him?"

Empress Qinghong thought to herself.

How powerful was her Divine Sense? With a single thought, it covered the entire Jiang Clan, taking in all the discussions.

Naturally, she learned from them that the young man before her was the son of Jiang Tianxing, the legendary figure of the Jiang Clan from years past.

"I want to see just what abilities you have," Empress Qinghong moved her lotus steps, stepping downward.

"Jiang Wushang... Today, this Emperor shall teach you how to behave and let you know what Emperor Aura is.

If you have no strength... even if you hold a supreme treasure and possess heaven-defying backing, it is still useless!"

As she spoke, her jade hand moved, and within the sea of fire vision behind her, the flames wriggled.

The swords of fire filling the sky trembled, resembling a meteor shower of swords as they whistled down toward the valley below.

The terrifying Emperor Aura pressed down overwhelmingly.

In Emperor Stele Valley, several Elders felt a chill in their hearts.

"Old Ancestor, you cannot do this!" Jiang Daoran hurriedly flew into the air, blocking in front and shouting loudly.

Flames bloomed on his body, manifesting a barrier of light to shield Xie Wushang and Jiang Ruoxi.

Grand Elder flickered his palm, and a roll of flames enveloped Jiang Nianyang as he flew back at extreme speed.

In an instant, they flew ten thousand meters away.

The other six Elders also retreated one after another, not daring to stay in this valley drill ground at all.

The majesty of a Quasi-Emperor was something even a Saint King would not dare to confront head-on.

"Hmph, unappreciative and unwise. Angering a Quasi-Emperor means you won't have a good end even if you are a Divine Son."

In the distance, Wang Linglong sneered.

"It would be best if his Dao foundation is destroyed. That way, his Emperor blood can be extracted." Her gaze was sinister as she stared closely ahead.

"Teach me how to behave? Merely a Quasi-Emperor, is she worthy?"

Hearing the words of Quasi-Emperor Qinghong, Xie Wushang shook his head slightly.

"Since it has come to this, I will stop pretending." He took a deep breath, stepped out, and looked up at the high sky.

His gaze turned cold and stern.

Originally, when he came to the Jiang Clan low-key, he only wanted to quietly elevate his Cultivate.

And by the way, settle accounts with those villains who bullied his father in the past.

Now, Empress Qinghong before him wanted to force his daughter to take her as a master, how could he back down?

His own daughter... naturally could not suffer even the slightest grievance.

With a thought, Xie Wushang's Natal Divine Soul stepped out from the disaster prison bead and entered his Sea of Consciousness.

With a wave of his large hand, the fragmentary Emperor weapon, the tianyang halberd, flew into his palm, and a vast Emperor Aura...

permeated from his halberd.

Although the Emperor weapon was fragmentary...

the power contained within it was still incomparable to a Quasi-Emperor.

"Haha, Qinghong, since the little girl is unwilling to take you as a master, you shouldn't force others."

Just as Xie Wushang was about to make a move, a rough and domineering voice resounded from the ancestral grounds of the Jiang Clan.

Accompanied by it were rolling sound waves.

The sound waves transformed into towering waves, sweeping toward the rain of swords poured down by Empress Qinghong.

Besides that, ripples appeared in the Void Realm as if it were torn apart. A man standing a hundred zhang tall, as majestic as a mountain, appeared out of thin air in the sky before Xie Wushang. Flames surged all over his body, bare-chested, and waving his fists, he blasted forward.

Boom!

Punch after punch blasted out.

The fist shadows were like lightning.

In just an instant, he threw hundreds of millions of punches, and the fist prints filling the sky blasted toward the vast sword rain ahead.

In an instant, high in the sky, the fist prints were like suns colliding with giant swords of flame, stirring up layers of fire waves.

Blasting the Void Realm until it caved in, stirring up countless Void Realm cracks.

The terrifying fluctuations swept outward, making the Jiang Clan disciples' hearts tremble with fear.

"It is our clan's Quasi-Emperor Bayang..."

"The Six Yang Tyrannical Fist Scripture cultivated by Quasi-Emperor Bayang is an Emperor technique famous since ancient times... Its power is peerless, and its might can shatter the heavens!"

Countless Jiang Clan disciples retreated.

At the same time, they looked toward the sky ahead with faces full of shock.

Those fist prints emitting blazing firelight like suns.

Wherever the flames within those fist prints passed, the Void Realm was shattered, and those giant swords crumbled, turning into countless fragments in the air.

However, there were also giant swords of flame that pierced and shattered the fist prints, leaving behind trails of fiery rainbows.

This scene before their eyes was deeply branded into the hearts of the Jiang Clan disciples, difficult to erase.

A battle between Quasi-Emperor powerhouses was something countless Cultivators could hardly see even once in their entire lives.

Only in legends.

Now that they witnessed it, such methods were soul-shaking.

"A dignified Quasi-Emperor fighting fiercely within the clan, what kind of decorum is this?" Right at this moment, a cold snort resounded.

Ripples appeared in the Void Realm.

An Emperor Aura swept past, causing the churning fire waves to vanish.

The stirred-up Void Realm cracks healed.

The Jiang Clan disciples only felt that world-destroying power disappear, and an incomparably gentle power surged into their hearts.

Their mindsets returned to calm, and they immediately fixed their eyes to look.

Xie Wushang also raised his head to look.

Yet they saw that high in the sky, ripples appeared on the sun suspended high above the tianyang emperor monument.

A man dressed in a fire robe, with a striking and handsome appearance, stepped out from within.

With a single step, flames surged beneath his feet, manifesting a vast sea of fire.

The sea of fire surged, ripples arose, and viewed from afar, it seemed like an independent realm was manifesting.

Within that sea of fire, an incomparably huge ancient monument was faintly visible.

This man was impressively the artifact spirit of the tianyang emperor monument.