27: Chapter 27 Are you teaching me how to do things? The entire audience kneels!

The roar of Grand Elder Zhao Wujiang was like a basin of icy water, dousing all the heat in the martial arts arena.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

All eyes were nailed to the old man, whose eyes were blood-red and who appeared like a maniac.

Secretly learning a Demonic Technique?

These four words were even more shocking than the sword mark from just a moment ago.

In the Cangxuan Dao Domain, anything associated with the word "Demon" meant eternal damnation, and everyone had the right to punish it!

What was even more insidious was that the Grand Elder's words appeared to be accusing Ye Qingyao, but in reality, the blade was pointed directly at her Revered Master behind her—Su Changge!

If your Disciple's Cultivation Technique wasn't taught by you?

Saying she learned a Demonic Technique was the same as saying that you, Su Changge, were a demon of the Demonic Path!

The atmosphere instantly froze, the air so cold it could scrape off ice shards.

On the VIP platform, several Elders who were on good terms with the Grand Elder moved their lips, intending to agree, but upon recalling Su Changge's unfathomable and ghostly methods, they swallowed their words back, focusing on their own noses and hearts.

"Zhao Wujiang! You are presumptuous!"

Sect Head Qingyunzi's face darkened completely, and a roar of rebuke resounded throughout the entire arena.

"The outcome of the martial arts competition is for all to see! Disciple Ye won fair and square! Your grandson's skills were inferior, and he used forbidden techniques, so ending up in this state is entirely his own fault! How dare you spout such drivel here and slander the Little Martial Ancestor? What is your intent?!"

He had made up his mind; even if he had to risk his old reputation today, he must protect Su Changge.

This was a pillar of the Sect that hadn't been seen in ten thousand years, the hope for the future! If he were driven away by this old fool, he, Sect Head Qingyunzi, would be the eternal sinner of the Sect!

"His own fault? Hahaha!"

Zhao Wujiang laughed miserably, pointing at his grandson who was breathing his last on the stretcher, roaring until his voice was hoarse.

"My grandson is at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, holding a High Grade Spiritual Artifact; how could he be crippled by a single sword strike from a mere yellow-haired girl at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage?!"

"This is simply not a sword technique of our Righteous Path! There must be something suspicious about it!"

He had completely lost his mind.

Jealousy had long since burned away his reason.

Why is it that as soon as you, Su Changge, arrived, you became the "Little Martial Ancestor" and climbed over my head?

Why is it that you can just casually point out a Disciple, and she can crush the Qilin grandson I poured my heart and soul into cultivating?!

He refused to accept it!

Just as Sect Head Qingyunzi was trembling with anger, preparing to use his authority as Sect Head to forcibly suppress this old madman.

A hand gently pressed onto his shoulder.

"Sect Head, calm down."

Su Changge's voice was very light, devoid of any emotion.

He slowly stood up from his seat.

Swish!

All eyes in the arena instantly focused on him alone.

Everyone held their breath, wanting to see how this mysterious Little Martial Ancestor would handle this public slander that had practically torn off all pretenses.

Su Changge walked step by step to the very front of the spectator platform.

He looked down from a high position, overlooking the figure with blood-red eyes on the arena.

He did not speak.

He just watched quietly.

His gaze was very calm, without anger, without killing intent, not even the slightest ripple of emotion; it was so calm that it was unsettling.

【Ding! Host's dignity has been provoked, [Master Aura] has activated to protect the Host.】

【Aura: Absolute Indifference, activated.】

【Sound Effect: Ten Thousand Daos Wailing, loaded.】

The moment he was watched by those eyes, Zhao Wujiang's full measure of resentment and madness was instantly frozen by an invisible chill.

He felt that what he was facing was no longer a young man.

It was an ancient divinity that had walked from the end of time, opening its eyes from boundless dead silence.

In those pupils, what was reflected was not anger, but the cold silence of the Universe heading towards its end—the purest, most absolute indifference toward all living beings!

An indescribable, great terror gripped his heart and choked his Divine Soul!

He clearly heard the "crack" of his Golden Core inside his body emerging with cracks!

He heard his Dao Heart, which he had cultivated for a hundred years, shattering inch by inch!

"Thump!"

"Thump! Thump!"

A terrifying heartbeat resounded in his Divine Soul; that was not his heartbeat, but the Heavens and Earth wailing, the Dao collapsing!

His Qi and blood surged, his throat tasted sweet with blood, and his whole being felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Just as Zhao Wujiang's mind was on the verge of being completely crushed by this pressure.

Su Changge finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it carried a certain supreme rule of Words Become Law, clearly penetrating the eardrums of everyone present.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Simple and plain, six words.

Yet they transformed into six divine thunderbolts of judgment—one word, one thunderbolt; one thunderbolt, one tribulation—striking fiercely upon Zhao Wujiang's Divine Soul!

"Pfft—"

Zhao Wujiang could no longer hold on, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood; amidst the mist of blood, his face turned as pale as paper.

His legs went weak.

"Thump!"

He uncontrollably, right in front of thousands of people from the entire Sect, fell straight to his knees!

With this kneel, he instantly sobered up.

Endless fear completely swallowed all his jealousy and unwillingness.

He finally realized what kind of magnificent existence he had just been provoking.

He had actually dared to attempt to fathom a… True God, one whose back he didn't even have the qualifications to look up to!

He was done for!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the arena was stunned into shock.

They could not feel that terrifying pressure targeting the Divine Soul, but they could see the result!

One sentence!

Just a single sentence!

It made a Late Golden Core Stage Grand Elder of the Sect vomit blood and kneel in public!

What kind of godly method was this?!

"Thump!"

On the VIP platform, a Golden Core Elder's legs shook like chaff, unable to stand any longer, and he was the first to kneel down.

As if pushing over the first domino.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A chain reaction occurred.

The Elders on the VIP platform, one after another, knelt to the ground with deathly pale faces!

Immediately following them were the Inner Sect Disciples, the Outer Sect Disciples…

That vast sea of people did not fall, but towards the same direction, towards that figure on the high platform, knelt down in droves!

On the silent martial arts arena, only the muffled sounds of knees hitting the ground remained, one after another.

Thousands of people, at this moment, none remained standing!

"Little Martial Ancestor, please calm your anger!"

"We were blind and deserve to die!"

The sound of begging for mercy, like a mountain calling and a sea roaring, finally erupted and resounded through the sky!

Su Changge stood on the high platform, overlooking the black mass of Sect Disciples and Elders kneeling below; his heart was no longer just stunned, but his soul had flown beyond the heavens.

"No way…"

He looked at his own hands, which still appeared calm and indifferent, and fell into deep self-doubt.

"I just said a popular internet phrase from my previous life…"

"This effect… is it a bit too explosive?"

"This Master act seems to have been overplayed!"