128: Chapter 128 I haven't even used my strength, how come you've all collapsed?

The chaotic scene had already frozen.

In the air, the Law of suspicion and fear intertwined, fermenting into an indescribable eeriness.

The Primeval Imperial Clan and the Shadow Demon Sect, the two parties separated by a distance of a hundred zhang, confronted each other. Their gazes met, sharp as blades, yet no one dared to make the first rash move.

In their respective understandings, the other side had already fallen to the man in the green shirt, becoming a pawn in this heaven-shocking trap. At this moment, any abnormal movement could invite a thunderous joint slaughter from both sides.

Above the Nine Heavens, three ancient figures overlooking the Mortal world also fell into a long silence. Dao Rhyme circulated around their bodies, isolating all probing from below, but at this moment, that circulating Dao Rhyme showed a trace of disorder.

"What kind of strategy is this? Using oneself as bait to lure both sides into the trap, then using thunderous means to shock the entire situation... This chess game, this old man cannot see through." An aged voice sounded, carrying a confusion not felt even after three thousand years of cultivation.

"It is not that we cannot see through it, but that his Foundation has already transcended the scope of our cognition."

Another figure continued, their gaze locked tightly onto the Old Yellow Ox grazing below. "That casual flick of its tail tore the Void Realm; its power is not limited to a strike from a Quasi-Emperor. Contained within that strike was... the disintegration of Law. Ordinary living beings could never possibly bear such great power."

"The most terrifying one is the target himself." The third voice was incomparably grave. "From beginning to end, he has not moved a single bit, not even leaking a wisp of his own Qi. All kinds of Karma converge upon him, yet not a single leaf touches his body. This Realm... is unfathomable, truly unfathomable!"

On the back of the ox, Su Changge's heart was pounding wildly in his chest, but he tried his best to control every inch of his muscles, maintaining an indifferent expression on his face like an ancient well without waves.

He knew better than anyone that this was a razor-thin line between life and death, and it was the critical moment to maintain this monstrous disguise.

The more out of control the situation was, the more he needed to show the composure of someone in control of everything.

Therefore, under the convergence of hundreds of fearful, suspicious, and venomous gazes from below, Su Changge made a move that made everyone's Divine Soul tremble.

He raised his hand and wiped it across the Void Realm, and a gentle white jade cup appeared out of thin air. The jade cup was made of extraordinary material, carved from ten-thousand-year warm jade, and faint Dao patterns circulated on the cup wall.

Immediately after, he took out a simple purple clay teapot. The pot body was dark and dull, having gone through who knows how many years of accumulation, exuding a sense of vast antiquity.

He held the pot and tilted it.

A stream of clear tea flowed from the spout, pouring into the jade cup. The water line was straight, without splashing a single drop. The curling mist actually condensed into a small lotus flower in the air, then immediately dispersed, turning into a refreshing tea fragrance.

The entire set of movements was fluid and smooth, full of an elegant charm that transcended the mundane.

Where he was now, it was no Shura field riddled with murderous intent; it was clearly the backyard of his own Daoist temple, idly watching a boring fight between ants.

Su Changge brought the teacup to his lips and gently blew away the last wisp of heat.

Then, he took a small sip.

"Gulp."

That slight swallowing sound, on the dead-silent official road at this moment, clearly exploded in the depths of everyone's Divine Soul, like a Heavenly Emperor beating the war drum of death.

This series of actions completely shattered the rational defenses of all the Cultivators present.

What kind of contempt was this!

What kind of composure was this!

A Quasi-Emperor was present, strong enemies surrounded him, yet he actually treated them as nothing and was leisurely drinking tea here?!

The muscles on the Old Imperial Lord's face twitched violently. He felt that as a Quasi-Emperor, the majesty and honor he had accumulated for eternity were crushed over and over again today by this man in the green shirt, and finally, he was stepped on and trampled at will.

The Shadow Demon Sect leader was even more overcome with rage, a mouthful of blood surged into his throat, only to be swallowed back by him. His eyes were already completely blood-red, filled with spiderweb-like bloodshot lines.

Our Sect Cultivators are lying dead everywhere, blood flowing like a river, and you are there drinking tea and discussing the Dao?

"Brothers! Fight him to the death!"

Shame and fear turned into the most primitive madness. The Shadow Demon Sect leader let out a roar like a beast on the verge of death.

"This person must be bluffing! If he really had the power to suppress eternity, why wait until now? He would have wiped us out long ago! He doesn't dare to make a move!"

"His mount is powerful, so we will bypass the mount and kill its master first!"

"Kill him! All the Opportunity and all the Magic Treasure on his body will belong to us!"

Under the dual stimulation of the desire for survival and greed for precious treasures, the dozens of remaining Shadow Demon Sect evil Cultivators completely fell into madness.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

Dozens of figures, with Devilish Qi soaring into the sky around their bodies, turned into twisted black lights, rushing from all directions towards that figure who was still sitting on the ox's back, leisurely drinking tea.

Pale bone blades burned with venomous soul fire! Swaying banners released billions of shrill vengeful spirits! Poisoned magic needles, silent and invisible, pointed directly at Su Changge's vital point between his eyebrows!

In an instant, blade light, sword shadows, Devilish Qi, and vengeful spirits intertwined into an inescapable net, dyeing the entire sky a hopeless gray-black!

The Old Imperial Lord's pupils contracted. Instead of helping, he, together with the imperial clan members behind him, quietly retreated another hundred zhang.

He also wanted to see.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of heaven-reaching and earth-shattering trump card this man in the green shirt had.

If he really was a supreme existence, these evil Cultivators would be moths testing the path, just right to probe this person's depth again.

If he was just bluffing, once he was exhausted by this pack of mad dogs, he could sit back and reap the benefits, suppressing him along with that divine ox!

What a move of watching the fire from the other shore, what a move of imperial heart-art!

Looking at everything that covered the sky and sun, smashing over with an aura of destruction, Su Changge felt his Divine Soul trembling.

His hand holding the teacup finally showed a slight tremor.

"System! Save me! If you don't bring out the real stuff, I'm really going to be ground into dust by these lunatics today!"

He let out the most primitive roar in his Sea of Consciousness.

【Ding! Detected that the Host is facing a fatal threat!】

【emotion points have reached the standard!】

【Active Special Effect — [Words Become Law · Quiet], do you want to consume 50,000 emotion points to activate it?】

"Activate! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Su Changge roared in his heart.

Outside, he slowly placed the white jade teacup back into the Void Realm, where it hovered steadily.

Then, he sighed softly.

That sigh was very light, but it carried a kind of weariness from overlooking the vicissitudes of eternity, and a kind of disappointment of a deity looking at the foolish actions of Mortals.

He lifted his eyes.

His gaze swept across those faces that were twisted and distorted by madness.

His thin lips parted slightly, spitting out two words.

"Noisy."

...

The moment these two words fell.

The world lost its voice.

【Words Become Law · Quiet】 — Activated!

The wind was nailed in the air, maintaining its blowing posture.

The flying dust hovered halfway, every grain distinct.

That violent and surging torrent of spiritual power, sufficient to raze a mountain range to the ground, instantly solidified, turning into bizarre and colorful glaze, frozen three feet in front of Su Changge.

This was not time being frozen.

This was the descent of a higher-dimensional Law, an absolute will that carried out a complete rewriting and erasure of the reality rules of this world!

The most terrifying thing was those charging evil Cultivators.

They turned into lifelike statues, frozen in the middle of their attack.

Someone was holding high a magic blade burning with soul fire, their face still retaining the ferocity and greed from when they were slashing.

Someone was pinching a magic spell with their fingertips, and a mass of ghostly green magic fire that was about to leave their hand solidified right at their fingertips.

Someone had their mouth wide open, making a silent roar, their twisted face clearly visible.

Their consciousness was incomparably clear.

They could feel their Qi and blood still surging, their magic power still full.

But they dared not move!

An absolute great fear, originating from the source of the Divine Soul and transcending the concept of life and death, tightly gripped their very existence!

They had an incomparably clear realization in their hearts — as long as they moved, even if it was just blinking an eye, their existence would be completely erased from the level of Karma! Not even a trace would be left in this world!

What kind of power is this?

With one word, all Laws are silenced!

With one thought, all living beings wither!

This is no longer a category that can be described by the word "power".

This is... a Divine Oracle! This is the authority of creation and destruction!

In the distance, the Old Imperial Lord's imperial eyes, which had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, now shrank into the most dangerous needlepoints. Every inch of his skin, every single hair on his body, was letting out the most shrill scream to his Divine Soul!

His imperial Dao Heart, which he relied on to suppress the world, cracked inch by inch at this moment!

Above the clouds, those three ancient existences had long since stopped breathing.

They looked blankly at the center of the official road.

Looking at the figure in green, standing among a group of "statues" with different expressions, his expression indifferent, as if he had just casually brushed away some dust.

In their hearts, only endless coldness and awe remained.

"What kind of... existence have we... provoked..."