29: Chapter 29 Arrogant! But his strength was somewhat weak!

The screams were still echoing above the square, along with the dull thud of the severed arm hitting the ground.

"You brat, how dare you!!"

A furious roar exploded.

Ziyang suddenly smashed the table beneath him, transforming into a bolt of purple lightning and appearing instantly on the white jade arena.

The pressure of a Quasi-Emperor erupted without reservation; that terrifying aura belonging to a superior being directly locked onto Leng Qingqiu's slender figure.

"The competition was meant to be a friendly exchange! You girl, your heart is so vicious to sever someone's arm and destroy their Foundation! Today, this old man will discipline you on behalf of Emperor Yun!"

Ancestor Ziyang's withered claw reached out, entwined with lightning, heading straight for the crown of Leng Qingqiu's head.

If this blow landed, let alone Leng Qingqiu who had only forcibly raised her level to the Dao Palace Realm, even a true Saint would meet a tragic end on the spot.

This was a case of the young one losing and the elder coming to settle the score.

As for the fact that Qi Yunfeng threw poison first, he chose to selectively forget it.

Leng Qingqiu stood her ground, her red clothes fluttering; there wasn't a hint of fear in her pitch-black eyes, only mockery for the person before her who was trying to use his age to assert authority.

She didn't move, because she didn't need to.

"Dong—"

A dull toll of a bell rang out.

Ancestor Ziyang's lightning claw, capable of crushing mountains, was stopped three inches from Leng Qingqiu's forehead, unable to advance further.

A golden light screen, thin as a cicada's wing, had appeared there at some unknown moment.

No matter how Ziyang channeled his spiritual power, the light screen remained as immovable as an insurmountable chasm in the Void Realm.

"Discipline?"

Lu Chen's voice came from the high platform.

"Since when is it your turn to discipline my, Lu Chen's, disciple?"

Lu Chen was still sitting on that purple-gold seat, his posture hadn't even changed; he simply tapped his finger, which had been playing with a teacup, lightly toward the Void Realm.

"Scram!"

Boom—!

Ziyang felt an overwhelming, irresistible force strike him. It felt as if he had been hit head-on by an immemorial divine mountain; his protective lightning shattered instantly, and he was sent flying, flipping several times in the air before landing miserably.

Ceng, ceng, ceng!

He retreated dozens of steps, each one shattering the Void Realm. His face flushed, clearly having suffered a hidden blow.

"Lu Chen!!"

Ziyang shrieked in humiliated rage.

This sound seemed like some kind of signal.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

From the warships of the Wanhua Immortal Gate and the camp of the Zixiao Holy Land, several terrifying auras soared into the sky.

At this moment, there was no longer any concealment.

Ancestor Wanhua, Han Jing, stepped into the Void Realm with a gloomy face. Behind him, two elders in ancient Taoist robes followed closely; they were the two Grand Elders of the Wanhua Immortal Gate, in the Saint Realm!

At the same time, two more figures appeared beside Ziyang, both living fossils with withered vitality but peerless pressure.

Two Quasi-Emperors, two Supremes, and two Saints!

This was the Foundation the two Holy Lands had brought today!

But that wasn't the most despair-inducing part.

"Weng—"

The Void Realm trembled violently, as if unable to bear some kind of weight.

Six pillars of light, brilliant to the extreme, erupted from within these six people, piercing through heaven and earth.

A purple-gold giant hammer, entwined with billions of bolts of lightning;

A crimson Cauldron, breathing out heaven-burning flames;

A pitch-black long saber, emitting an Evil Qi capable of slaying immortals and gods...

...

Six imperial weapons of the utmost path!

This was the true sect-protecting Foundation, the root of each Holy Land's Legacy passed down for ten thousand years!

Even without a Great Emperor controlling them, six fully revived Emperor Weapons were terrifying!

A terrifying Emperor's pressure spread. Except for a few like Wei Hongyu and Yao Xi who could withstand it, the other guests had already collapsed to the ground, shivering.

"Lu Chen!"

Han Jing held the Wanhua Cauldron, the furnace fire reflecting his hideous and terrifying old face.

"Originally, we just wanted to test your strength, but I didn't expect you to let your disciple commit such violence. In that case, don't blame us for being merciless!"

"Everyone, attack together! This so-called Great Emperor failed his Ascension and is now just a paper tiger! That blow just now was already his limit!"

Ancestor Ziyang gripped his Emperor Weapon, the greed in his eyes no longer concealed.

"Today is the day the Yunxiao Holy Land is wiped out! The Emperor Weapons, Emperor Sutras, and that Emperor Sword belong to those with merit!"

The dagger was revealed.

They were certain Lu Chen was heavily injured and certain he wouldn't dare to reach his peak state, otherwise he would surely die.

"Sigh."

A light sigh sounded out of place in this tense atmosphere.

"Arrogant! Your barking is loud enough, but your strength is a bit weak!"

After a light sigh, Lu Chen laughed and shouted excitedly, then quickly formed hand seals.

With his movements, the Emperor's pressure that had been weighing on everyone's hearts like a mountain actually lightened inexplicably.

He waved his hand casually.

A soft white light shield appeared out of thin air, enveloping Leng Qingqiu and even all the guests present to witness the ceremony.

Inside the shield, it was peaceful with the scent of flowers and the song of birds; outside the shield, the Void Realm collapsed, and thunder and fire raged.

This effortless display of skill made the eyelids of several Old Ancestors twitch wildly.

"Lu Chen, stop putting up a front!"

Han Jing shouted sharply, seemingly to bolster his own courage:

"Protecting so many people, how much of your strength can you still use? With our six Emperor Weapons here, even a true Great Emperor would have to avoid their edge! Today is the day you die!"

On the high platform.

Wei Hongyu gritted her teeth, an ancient jade talisman appearing in her hand; it was a distress signal for the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce.

Yao Xi's face was also pale, moonlight circulating around her body as she prepared to sacrifice that item to fight for her life at any moment.

"Don't move."

A hand pressed down on Wei Hongyu's shoulder while also stopping Yao Xi, who wanted to step forward.

Lu Chen had walked to the edge of the platform at some unknown moment, his back to the two women.

"Just sit and watch the show."

Lu Chen's voice was very steady:

"Leave a rough task like fighting to me. If your clothes get dirty, I won't be able to afford the compensation."

"What time do you think it is to be joking!" Wei Hongyu gritted her teeth in frustration.

"Those are six Emperor Weapons! You alone..."

"Shh."

Lu Chen put his index finger to his lips in a hushing gesture, then turned around to face the six figures in the sky.

He took a step forward.

It was as if there were invisible stairs beneath his feet, carrying him higher step by step until he was eye-level with the six powerful experts.

He didn't summon any Magic Treasures, nor did he display any earth-shattering phenomena; he simply stood with his hands behind his back before the six Emperor Weapons capable of destroying heaven and earth.

It was like looking at several naughty children holding toy guns trying to rob a bank.

"Good, very good,"

Lu Chen's gaze swept over those greedy and distorted faces, finally resting on Ziyang and Han Jing, a mocking arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Six Emperor Weapons, you really think highly of me."

"Wanhua Immortal Gate, you've only been the second-in-command of the Eastern Region for a few decades. Do you think that because I failed my Ascension, you can team up with the Zixiao Holy Land from the Central State and turn the tables to become the masters?"

Ancestor Han Jing's face turned ashen; this was the Wanhua Immortal Gate's greatest sore spot.

Lu Chen shifted his gaze to Ancestor Ziyang, his smile deepening.

"And you, Zixiao Holy Land."

"When the Yunxiao Holy Land was in decline, the outside world said we were just a knock-off of your Zixiao Holy Land. Now that the Yunxiao Holy Land is doing better and you're the ones being called a knock-off, you can't stand it?"

"When my Yunxiao Holy Land was established, your Zixiao Holy Land didn't even exist. Later, to ride our coattails, you chose a name only one character different. What, do you really think of yourselves as the orthodox ones?"

Lu Chen shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.

"To even commit a robbery, you need to gather so many people; you truly are nothing but low-class trash."

"Shut up!!"

Ziyang was hit where it hurt, trembling with rage as the lightning on his Emperor Weapon flared up, seemingly about to strike at any moment.

"Daring to talk back even when death is at your doorstep! Lu Chen, do you really think you're invincible!"

"Invincible?"

Lu Chen looked as if he had heard a joke.

Although he just wanted to be a salted fish and retire in the Human Realm.

But some people just insisted on forcing him to work overtime.

Lu Chen's gaze changed.

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the words 'Great Emperor'?"

"Since you refuse the respect I've shown you, then leave your lives behind."