80: Chapter 80 A mere Saint King, yet he dares to be so insolent before me.

"Such a terrifying Qi of Taiyin!" Another Saint King of the Tianyang Holy Land flashed his gaze and quickly conjured a light barrier to protect himself.

At the same time, his figure flickered, retreating to a distance of a thousand meters away.

When he looked closely, he saw that the youth, who was merely at the Eighth Realm, took large strides forward and arrived before Zhou Tai.

Afterwards, the youth extended his finger, and dark red lightning bloomed at his fingertip, striking toward Zhou Tai like an electric net.

"No…" Zhou Tai's pupils constricted. He immediately burned the power of his Primordial Spirit and urged his own Law of Fire.

Blazing flames burned within his body.

Unfortunately…

The Qi of Taiyin freezing him was even stronger than his Primordial Spirit fire, making it utterly impossible for him to instantly shatter the ice crystals on his body.

Boom!

In just an instant, the lightning pierced through the ice crystals on Zhou Tai's body, striking solidly against him.

Zhou Tai's body flew backward as if heavily battered. Fresh blood spewed from his mouth, his bones were shattering, and his Dantian collapsed.

Lightning also seeped into his Sea of Consciousness, striking his Primordial Spirit.

In a flash, Zhou Tai's Primordial Spirit was struck until it scattered, and his aura gradually weakened.

Boom!

Zhou Tai fell at the entrance of the heavenly ladder in the drill ground. His Primordial Spirit had scattered, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.

Before losing consciousness, he raised his head to look.

Above his head, a youth was strolling over.

A youth merely at the Eighth Realm was looking down from above. That gaze was indifferent yet carried a supreme majesty.

"The Eighth Realm, how can you have such strength… You… concealed your cultivation," Zhou Tai looked at Xie Wushang and said unwillingly.

His words were intermittent, and his aura gradually weakened.

"You are merely a Saint King, yet you dare to throw your weight around," Xie Wushang said coldly.

Afterwards, with a wave of his large hand, he snatched away the Storage Pouch on Zhou Tai's finger.

Merely a Saint King?

A Ninth Realm Saint could already establish a sect and create a Holy Land.

A Saint King was considered a figure even within the Imperial Clans of Central Continent.

Yet the youth before him said merely a Saint King?

Pfft!

Zhou Tai spat a mouthful of blood and passed out cold.

Beside them, another Elder of the Tianyang Holy Land, Yu Buhou, drew a sharp breath.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but still closed it.

The young man before him was far too strong.

With a mere wave of his hand, he crippled a Saint King. Such strength could only be possessed by a Great Saint.

Xie Wushang's gaze shifted, looking at Yu Buhou.

That gaze was indifferent, making people feel fearful like looking at the Grim Reaper.

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me. This old man is willing to offer up all my possessions."

Amidst his inner panic, Yu Buhou quickly took out a storage ring and presented it with both hands.

Xie Wushang glanced at Yu Buhou, moved his palm, and swept the storage ring from the other's hand before him, extending his Divine Sense into it.

After confirming with his Divine Sense that there was nothing wrong inside the Storage Pouch, he channeled it into his Sea of Consciousness.

He took out the Medicinal Pill inside and gave it to the ancient emperor within the disaster prison bead.

"If you dare to act presumptuously, you will not be spared," Xie Wushang said, glancing indifferently at Yu Buhou after accepting the storage ring.

As his words fell, he withdrew his gaze and walked toward the heavenly ladder ahead.

"Yes, yes!" Yu Buhou bowed in salute, watching Xie Wushang walk toward the heavenly ladder as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Heavens, Divine Son Wushang actually crippled a Saint King with a wave of his hand?"

"The Grand Elder of the Tianyang Holy Land actually directly apologized and made amends?"

Seeing the scene before them, the two half-step Saints of the Jiang Clan could not help drawing a sharp breath, their faces filled with disbelief.

You must know that Zhou Tai and Yu Buhou were long-famed Saints of the Central Continent who had lived for a thousand years.

Their seniority in the Tianyang Holy Land was extremely high.

Yet right now, in the hands of their own Divine Son, they were like mere passersby?

"Divine Son Wushang possesses the bearing of a Great Emperor!" Jiang Xun took a deep breath and looked at Xie Wushang with a face full of reverence.

"Let's go!"

Afterwards, Jiang Xun waved his hand, signaling the two iron guards behind him to follow.

"What kind of reliance does the Young Lord actually have?" Jiang Mo whispered in his heart.

At this moment, he still could not imagine how his Young Lord had crushed a Saint King with a wave of his hand.

After all, Xie Wushang was truly only at the Eighth Realm.

But who would have thought that within Xie Wushang's body there was also a Natal Divine Soul that was already at the Peak of the Great Saint Realm.

It was only a step away from the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

Furthermore, this Natal Divine Soul had learned dozens of Emperor Arts, and the Dao Laws numbered as many as several hundred.

The vastness of his Divine Ability naturally could not be imagined by ordinary Saints.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Jiang Mo also followed along.

"Judging by these people's attire, they are clearly from the Jiang Imperial Clan… This youngster is so young, yet he can forcefully suppress a Saint King… When did the Jiang Clan produce such a terrifyingly talented junior? I wonder how many steps of this heavenly ladder he can ascend?"

Yu Buhou stroked his beard, looking at Xie Wushang ahead as he whispered.

"The top Saint of our Tianyang Holy Land, Gao Tianzhao, entered this Secret Realm for half a month and only ascended thirty-six steps."

They had also climbed the heavenly ladder once before.

Unfortunately, after climbing just over twenty steps, they were suppressed by a terrifying might of the Dao and unable to advance, forcing them to retreat.

While Yu Buhou was pondering inwardly, Xie Wushang had already arrived before the heavenly ladder.

The heavenly ladder was broad, as wide as nine zhang.

It was enveloped by a light curtain of Restrictions. Xie Wushang took a large stride and stepped into the Restriction light curtain, immediately entering something like a domain field.

A terrifying force was preventing him from moving forward.

It felt as if towering waves were crashing, or as if boulders were rolling down from above, trying to push him off the steps.

"This is the power of Law…" The moment Xie Wushang felt this force, his heart stirred.

This was the pressure formed by the power evolved from the Law.

"My body is a domain, also like a sea. With myriad Laws, entering my Dao domain, they become mountains; entering my vast sea, they become water…"

Xie Wushang whispered.

He looked ahead with a calm expression, then slowly stepped forward, allowing those myriad Laws to surge toward him.

Yet he remained completely unruffled.

Whoosh!

The towering waves rushed past, as if swept into another space, converging into the sea.

Not only did Xie Wushang suffer no harm, but instead he absorbed those powers of Law, fusing them into the inner grotto-heaven within his body.

In this manner, he easily stepped onto the second step.

The third step…

Xie Wushang ascended the heavenly ladder as if entering an uninhabited realm.

"The sixth step… The eleventh step… How is this possible? How can he ascend the heavenly ladder as if taking a stroll in a courtyard without stopping?"

Yu Buhou widened his eyes, crying out in involuntary alarm. He rubbed his eyes, simply unable to imagine the scene before him.

As he whispered, Xie Wushang had already ascended to the twenty-third step.

"This… In just a brief moment, he has already climbed more steps than I did! This child possesses the bearing of a Great Emperor, he possesses the bearing of a Great Emperor!" Yu Buhou staggered backward, deeply struck. When he looked at Xie Wushang on the heavenly ladder ahead, his eyes were filled with reverence.

Jiang Mo, Jiang Xun, and the others were climbing the heavenly ladder of this place for the first time.

After taking just three steps, they felt it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens, their footing arduous.

When stepping onto the fourth step, they felt as if primeval fierce beasts were charging at them from ahead, and their bones were about to be shattered by the impact.

Those two half-step Saints had been blasted away on the third step, utterly unable to continue advancing, and rolled down from the heavenly ladder onto the drill ground.

"This heavenly ladder actually contains such terrifying might."

"This place is extraordinary; ordinary people definitely cannot climb it!" The two looked at each other with faces full of reverence.

But when they looked closely toward the heavenly ladder ahead, their pupils both constricted.