387: Chapter 387 Seeking Justice!

Ye Wudi did not draw his sword either, merely letting out a cold snort.

That cold snort transformed into an invisible sonic Sword Qi, instantly cleaving a jade statue hundreds of feet tall in the plaza in two.

He pointed his sword at Lu Yuan, his tone bone-chillingly cold: "Today, the two of us represent the Taiyi and Taixuan Sects, here to seek justice from you, a murderous maniac!"

Although the two belonged to different Sects, they were surprisingly in sync at this moment.

They spoke in unison, their cold, cruel voices, filled with absolute killing intent and judgment, echoing boomingly between heaven and earth like a verdict from the Grim Reaper: "Today, Lu Yuan must die!" "Qingyun Dao Sect shall be destroyed."

Once these words were uttered, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue; the entire scene once again fell into a deathly silence, and even the wind ceased to breathe.

All the guests who had come to observe the ceremony, even those Loose Cultivators at the Great Ascension Stage and Void Immortal Realm, were now pale with fright, trembling and not daring to breathe, with some even beginning to quietly retreat, looking for escape routes.

Two Half-step Golden Immortals from hegemonic forces had actually descended together and joined hands, disregarding their reputations, just to deal with a newly established Sect!

Such a world-destroying formation was not even worth mentioning for a Sect with a thin foundation like the Qingyun Dao Sect from the Lower Realm.

Even an established first-rate power in Daluo Heaven, under the fury of these two gods of slaughter, would likely not last even the time it takes to burn a stick of incense before being completely wiped out!

Shui Changdong, sitting at the head of the VIP seats, also had a slightly changed expression, his brows tightly locked.

Although he was a genuine Golden Immortal expert, these two combined were no match for him.

However, he could not easily intervene directly at this moment; after all, Daluo Heaven had explicit iron laws from the Immortal King stating that Golden Immortals must not interfere in the private grievances and duels of those below the Golden Immortal Realm.

If he were to forcefully intervene to protect Lu Yuan, it would be tantamount to giving the Golden Immortal Old Ancestors of the Taiyi and Taixuan Sects a legitimate excuse to strike, which would trigger a Golden Immortal war, causing the situation to spiral completely out of control and dragging even the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce into the abyss.

"Nephew, this is big trouble..." Shui Changdong was secretly anxious in his heart, but if it truly came to a life-or-death crisis, no matter what, he would have to intervene to save Lu Yuan.

However, facing these two aggressive Half-step Golden Immortal experts who brought with them the threat of destroying the Sect, Lu Yuan made a move that left everyone dumbfounded.

He sat upright on the purple-gold throne that represented the authority of the Sect Master, not only failing to panic or rise to prepare for battle as everyone had imagined, but he did not even budge an inch from that chair.

His body leaned slightly backward, resting against the back of the chair, and then he slowly and elegantly raised the white jade wine cup in his hand, which still had half a cup of immortal brew left, and swirled it casually in the air.

Lu Yuan's gaze, through the refracted light of the wine, passed over the countless terrified crowds and looked directly at the two groups in the sky who were like gods and demons.

The corners of his mouth slowly, bit by bit, curled up into a bloodthirsty, arrogant, and deeply mocking sneer.

That smile was like a hunter high above, watching two fat, delicious pieces of prey that didn't know whether to live or die, voluntarily jumping into a trap.

"Destroy my Dao Sect?" Lu Yuan chuckled, tilted his head back, and drained the last mouthful of spicy immortal brew in the cup.

With a "clack," he slammed the white jade wine cup heavily onto the jade table in front of him. The sound was not loud, but it instantly drowned out the roaring pressure of the two Half-step Golden Immortals.

Lu Yuan raised his eyes slightly, looking at the two arrogant men in the sky, and with a tone of extreme contempt and disdain, slowly spat out a few words: "Just by relying on you two... half-step pieces of trash who haven't even crossed the threshold of a Golden Immortal? Are you worthy?"

"Boom!" Lu Yuan's plain yet contemptuous words exploded thunderously across the deathly silent and oppressive white jade plaza of Qingyun Mountain, which was shrouded in immortal pressure, stirring up a monstrous frenzy.

Once these words were spoken, the entire scene was in an instant uproar. The tens of thousands of guests who had been trembling in fear and not daring to breathe were now staring fixedly at Lu Yuan, who sat high on the purple-gold throne, as if they had seen a ghost or a madman.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief, absurdity, and even a hint of despair from being terrified out of their wits.

"He... what did he just say?"

"He's crazy! This Lu Yuan is definitely crazy! He's at death's door and still dares to spout such nonsense?"

"Those are Elder Wanjie and Ye Wudi! They are Half-step Golden Immortals who have touched a trace of the Immortal Golden Nature, stand at the Peak of the Profound Immortal Realm, and wield Immortal Artifacts! You, a Late Stage Profound Immortal who just ascended from the Lower Realm not long ago, actually dare to point at their noses in front of the whole world and call them half-step pieces of trash?"

"It's over, it's over... he has completely enraged these two gods of slaughter. Not only will he die, but we who came to observe the ceremony will likely be implicated and buried along with him!"

In the crowd, countless leaders of small and medium-sized forces and powerful Loose Cultivators were roaring and wailing frantically in their hearts; some were already secretly regretting coming to join this deadly "excitement" just to curry favor with the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

Shui Changdong, sitting at the head of the VIP seats, also had his eyelids twitching wildly, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times.

Although he knew his son-in-law was immensely powerful and a Prodigy who didn't play by the rules, he never expected that Lu Yuan would be this arrogant! Facing two Half-step Golden Immortals bringing the threat of destroying his Sect, it would have been one thing not to activate the Mountain Protection Array to prepare for battle, but to actually dare to provoke them so contemptuously? This was simply tearing the other party's face off and grinding it into the ground!

"The brat is seeking death." Sure enough, in the sky, Elder Wanjie and Ye Wudi, who were already boiling with killing intent, were furious after hearing Lu Yuan's insulting words.

Such old monsters who had lived for countless years and looked down upon all living beings from high above for tens of thousands of years valued face and dignity above all else.

Usually, when those Profound Immortals saw them, which one of them wasn't trembling in fear and showing the respect of a Junior?

Now, they were actually being pointed at and insulted as "trash" in public by a wet-behind-the-ears Junior from the Lower Realm! This kind of great humiliation was even more unbearable and infuriating to them than killing them or extracting their Divine Souls!

"Good, good, good! What a wildly arrogant and ignorant native of the Lower Realm!"

Elder Wanjie laughed out of extreme anger; his full head of white hair stood on end in the violent thunder, like a thunderous lion that had been enraged.

In his eyes, purple-gold thunder fire was almost bursting out, locking firmly onto Lu Yuan below.

"Since you, little beast, are so anxious to be reincarnated early, then this old man will fulfill your wish today! This seat will extract your Divine Soul and refine it day and night with Taiyi Divine Thunder for ten thousand years, making you unable to live and unable to die!"

Before the words had even faded, Elder Wanjie was the first to strike in anger. His hands formed seals rapidly in front of his chest, moving so fast that only afterimages remained.