70: Chapter 70 Be patient, this blow is going to hurt!

Zi Yuer's longsword was only an inch away from Shen Mengyao's brow.

The cold light of the sword tip reflected on Shen Mengyao's face, while the killing moves of the other four also hung suspended in mid-air.

The space above the altar shattered with a roar.

A foot wearing a black cloth shoe stepped out from the crack.

Lu Chen broke through the spatial barrier and landed directly in the center of the battlefield.

He reached out with one arm and steadily caught the heavily injured Shen Mengyao as she fell.

The Great Emperor Law flowed from Lu Chen's palm into Shen Mengyao's body.

The crisscrossing blood marks on Shen Mengyao's body healed at a visible rate, and her broken hand was restored.

Atop the cliff in the Azure Emperors Secret Realm.

Su Qiyue stared at the water mirror in mid-air, her mouth wide open, pointing at the figure that had suddenly vanished and then instantly reappeared in the water mirror.

"Whoa~ Sister, look, Revered Master went in."

"Silent and soundless, just a few pops and he's in, just like an arrow being shot!!"

Su Qiyue tugged at Su Xuner's sleeve.

Su Xuner covered her sister's mouth, her cheeks flushing red.

The ruins of the underground altar.

Lu Chen shielded Shen Mengyao behind him and adjusted his loose robe with one hand.

He turned his gaze toward Zi Yuer directly in front of him.

Zi Yuer's eyes hadn't retracted their power yet, still glowing with purple light, with two runes rotating within them.

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream pierced the air.

Zi Yuer covered her eyes with both hands and stumbled backward.

Two streams of crimson blood gushed from between her fingers, splashing onto the gray stone slabs.

Her pride and joy, the Spirit Brightness Divine Pupil, exploded on the spot the moment she tried to peer into Lu Chen's Origin.

Her two eyeballs turned into bloody water and flowed out of their sockets.

To the right.

Wan Tianming's arm muscles bulged as he held the vast ocean heaven-dry staff high.

Water-attribute spiritual power transformed into a blue water Dragon, crashing down toward Lu Chen's head.

The air was compressed by the force, producing a piercing sonic boom.

Wan Tianming couldn't pull back this full-strength strike, nor did he want to.

Lu Chen didn't even turn his head.

He raised his left hand, slightly bent his index finger, and gave a light flick toward the descending staff shadow.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against stone exploded within the altar.

The sound waves spread out, snapping all the surrounding broken stone pillars in half.

The Saint-rank Low Grade vast ocean heaven-dry staff froze in mid-air the instant it touched Lu Chen's fingertip.

Immediately after, the thick staff body bent backward into a distorted crescent arc.

The counter-shock force surged back up the staff and rushed into Wan Tianming's body.

Wan Tianming's arm sleeves instantly disintegrated into ash, his flesh torn open to reveal ghastly white bone.

A mouthful of blood sprayed three feet from his mouth, staining the water vapor in the air red.

Wan Tianming's body was sent flying several hundred meters.

He crashed heavily into the rock wall, smashing out a human-shaped crater as a large amount of rubble tumbled down, burying half his body.

The vast ocean heaven-dry staff, having left his hand, flipped twice in the air before landing in Lu Chen's hand.

Lu Chen gripped one end of the staff with one hand.

He held the heavy iron staff upside down.

The staff pointed diagonally at the ground, shattering a cyan stone slab.

Lu Chen stood in place.

His gaze swept across the several Prodigies opposite him.

"You dare to show off with such a pathetic pair of eyes?"

"Entering the Secret Realm without heeding my advice and causing trouble everywhere."

"Since you dared to surround and kill someone from my Yunxiao Holy Land, I have no choice but to say the phrase God King Tang loved most: You have already found your path to death!"

Zi Yuer knelt on the ground, trembling all over, blood staining the dharma robe on her chest.

The agonizing pain of losing her eyes made her hands grope blindly on the ground, grabbing a handful of gravel.

"Does Emperor Yun dare to kill me?!"

"I am the Saintess of the Zixiao Holy Land! No matter how strong your Yunxiao Holy Land is, after bullying the small as the great, do you dare to make an enemy of the whole world?!"

"If you kill me today, the Old Ancestor will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces when he exits seclusion tomorrow!"

Lu Chen took a step forward, holding the iron staff upside down.

The iron staff dragged across the gravel ground, trailing a series of dazzling sparks.

The harsh scraping sound made the hearts of the remaining three tighten.

"A life for a life?"

Lu Chen let out a light chuckle, his robe billowing in the wind.

"In the cultivation world, there is only the Law of the jungle."

"In the mortal world, wealth and power can still grant immunity from death."

"How much more so for an Emperor like me, who holds the might of heaven in my hands?"

"Bullying the small and strangling Geniuses in the cradle—your Holy Lands have done plenty of that, every faction has."

"As long as it's cleaned up properly, no one will say anything. The opposing faction will just have to endure it and look for a chance to retaliate later!"

Hearing this, Zi Yuer's wildly waving hands stopped in mid-air.

Cold sweat soaked the backs of Wang Qian, Jiuyao Ziwei, and Su Mo.

Wang Qian pulled a Talisman flashing with lightning from his Storage Ring and crushed it immediately.

Then, thunder erupted around him, and his entire being transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, rushing toward the ceiling in an attempt to use an escape technique.

This was a life-saving trump card bestowed by the Old Ancestor of the Purple Mansion—the Purple Thunder Void-Escape Talisman, enough to ignore the spatial lockdown of a Quasi-Emperor.

"Running?"

Lu Chen raised his hand and waved.

The Laws of the underground space solidified, and the space was locked down by the Emperor's great power; not even a speck of dust could move.

The lightning light was suddenly extinguished in mid-air.

Wang Qian's body was frozen in mid-air, maintaining his upward flight posture, unable to move at all.

Jiuyao Ziwei and Su Mo fell to their knees with a thud.

"Your Imperial Majesty, have mercy!"

"We were merely deceived; we had no intention of offending the Yunxiao Holy Land!"

Su Mo kowtowed desperately, the muffled sound of his forehead hitting the stone slabs ringing out as blood flowed down his brow.

"We beg for Your Imperial Majesty's grace! We are willing to offer up all our resources and Magic Treasures, only asking to be spared our lives!"

Lu Chen did not stop his pace.

He flicked his wrist and raised the long staff high.

"Saints and Saintesses, prepare to be on your way."

"Bear with it; this strike will be very painful."

The long staff brought a sharp whistle of wind as it smashed down fiercely.

The first strike hit the top of Wan Tianming's head as he had just crawled out of the crater in the rock wall.

The Second Saint of the Wanhua Immortal Gate had his head instantly caved in and shattered; the Emperor's power flooded his body, and his Physical Body disintegrated into a pile of minced meat on the spot.

An illusory Divine Soul had just escaped from the pool of blood.

Lu Chen backhanded a sweep with the staff.

The Divine Soul was annihilated.

Zi Yuer screamed and retreated, crawling on the ground with both hands and feet.

The second strike fell.

It swept across Zi Yuer's waist.

Zi Yuer's body was snapped in two from the middle. Without stopping, the iron staff changed from a sweep to a smash, falling several times in succession.

Pounding this Saintess along with her Divine Soul into a pile of mush.

Internal organs mixed with blood splattered across the altar.

Third strike, fourth strike.

Lu Chen walked beneath Wang Qian, who was suspended in mid-air.

The long staff stabbed upward, piercing through Wang Qian's heart; power exploded from the tip of the staff, blowing Wang Qian into a rain of blood.

Jiuyao Ziwei and Su Mo, kneeling on the ground, didn't even have the chance to take out their defensive Magic Treasures.

The iron staff rained down upon them.

The sounds of bones shattering rang out one after another, and the two turned into two piles of minced meat on the ground.

Bone and blood splattered, staining the ancient, broken formation patterns on the ground red.

Lu Chen put away the long staff, tossing it aside casually.

He waved his hand, and five blood-stained Storage Rings flew from the piles of meat into his palm.

His Emperor's Divine Sense swept over them, forcibly erasing the spiritual imprints and eliminating the last trace of karmic ties.

Lu Chen turned and walked to Shen Mengyao's side.

He pulled open the Storage Pouch at Shen Mengyao's waist and poured in all the Magic Treasures, Medicinal Pills, Spirit Stones, and Cultivation Technique Jade Slips from the five rings, stuffing the Storage Pouch full.

Lu Chen flicked his finger, sending out a wisp of Emperor Dao Fire.

The golden flames landed on the meat mush on the altar and instantly flared up.

The minced meat and bone fragments covering the ground were burned to ashes.

A gust of cold wind blew past, leaving no trace behind.

Shen Mengyao watched blankly as Lu Chen finished all of this.

She stood up from the ground and straightened her tattered robes.

"Thank you, Grandmaster, for saving my life."

Shen Mengyao glanced at the ashes all over the ground.

"Grandmaster, will killing so many young Geniuses all at once cause trouble?"

"If the Holy Lands behind them were to unite..."

Lu Chen looked at the Saintess before him.

"Your cultivation is decent."

"But you are not suited for cultivation."

Shen Mengyao froze on the spot.

"Why would there be trouble?"

Lu Chen tucked his hands into his sleeves and looked at her.

"The path of cultivation is cruel. Don't think that others won't bully the small, and don't expect the strong to be reasonable."

"The strong do not stand up for the weak."

"They only stand up for their own interests."

Lu Chen pointed at the ashes on the ground.

"To the Old Ancestors of their Holy Lands, these are just five dead juniors."

"What's the big deal about a few dead Geniuses?"

"As long as it's 'better the Fellow Daoist dies than I,' and as long as it doesn't threaten the personal interests of those Old Ancestors, they won't bother coming out of seclusion to risk their lives."

"You are too naive."

Lu Chen shook his head and turned around.

"With this personality, you'll easily suffer out there. If you have time in the future, come to my Xiaoyao Peak."

"If I have the time and energy, I can preach the Dao, teach you skills, and resolve your doubts!"

"At that time, I will explain to you in detail what the cruel cultivation world is really like."