313: Reinforcements have arrived! The real big shots are about to emerge from seclusion!

Outside the light gate, Su Chen's figure completely vanished.

Inside the Lesser Formless Realm, a deathly silence hung over the martial arts field that had just witnessed a "one-sided beating."

The air was thick with the smell of blood and a faint, lingering pure Spiritual Qi from the Top-Grade Spirit Stones, creating a bizarre and eerie mixture.

Seventh Elder Su stood with his hands behind his back, the expression of fanatical worship on his face not yet fully faded.

He was still savoring the scene that had just overturned his understanding of the world, muttering to himself, "Money power... so it was money power... The Great Dao is simple; the ancients did not deceive me..."

He felt as though the worldview he had cultivated for over three thousand years had been torn down and rebuilt, then torn down and rebuilt again.

Behind him.

"Thump, thump..."

Su Yueling and the other half-dead Saints could no longer hold themselves up. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, gasping for air with vacant and dazed eyes.

They looked at the bloody holes piercing through their bodies and felt the heavily damaged Meridians and Saint Bodies within. Their faces were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and a deeper sense of... humiliation.

Defeated.

They had been defeated so thoroughly.

They had been defeated so pathetically.

They were a group of Peak Saint King Prodigies who had joined forces, only to be beaten like dogs by dozens of Puppets that someone had casually summoned by throwing money around.

And from beginning to end, that true "enemy" hadn't even lifted a finger against them.

He had just lain lazily in a rocking chair, eating grapes and drinking tea, watching them get rubbed into the ground like he was watching a play.

In the end, he even evaluated them with a look of disgust, saying they were "not tough enough to fight," while feeling pained over the "money" he had spent.

To kill the person and then destroy their heart!

"I don't accept this..."

A weak voice rose from the pool of blood.

It was Su Yuntian.

He struggled, using his broken arm to prop up his upper body. His eyes were bloodshot from internal bleeding and resentment.

"I don't accept this!!" he roared with all his strength.

Su Yueling's delicate body trembled. She looked at Su Yuntian, her lips moving as if to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.

Because in her heart, she also didn't accept it!

"He didn't win honorably!" Su Yuntian stared fixedly at where the light gate had vanished, growling in a raspy voice. "He didn't rely on his own cultivation or his own strength! He relied on Magic Treasures! On external items! On those Puppets he summoned with Spirit Stones!"

"If we had a fair and square fight relying only on cultivation, a Second Heaven of Saint King realm waste like him—I could crush him with a single finger!"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly surging into the hearts of the other Saints and Saintesses.

That's right!

We didn't lose to Su Chen! We lost to his money! To his Magic Treasures!

He himself is a complete and utter waste!

A playboy who only knows how to rely on external items!

"Exactly! Senior Brother Yuntian is right!"

"We lost to those Puppets, not to him!"

"Is being rich such a big deal? Can you do whatever you want just because you have money? We disciples of the Su Family cultivate our own selves and seek the Great Dao! How can we bow down to someone who relies on external items!"

"We don't accept this!"

The group of Prodigies, who had just been beaten like dead dogs, seemed to have found a spiritual pillar. They began clamoring again, as if the ones who had just been flattened weren't them.

Seventh Elder Su snapped out of his "Dao comprehension." Hearing the nonsense from these fools, he was so angry he nearly had a stroke.

"All of you, shut up!"

He whipped his head around, his angry shout exploding like a thunderclap.

"A bunch of wastes! A loss is a loss! How dare you make excuses here?"

He pointed at Su Yuntian's nose and cursed loudly: "You have the nerve to speak? His Highness the Divine Son kept his cultivation suppressed at the Second Heaven of Saint King realm from start to finish! You, a Ninth Heaven Saint King, were beaten like this by 'external items.' If you aren't embarrassed, I'm embarrassed for you!"

"Are Magic Treasures not part of one's strength? Are Cultivation Techniques not part of one's strength?"

"What do you know? His Highness the Divine Son's approach is 'the Great Dao is simple,' a return to basics! That is the ultimate application of power! What could a bunch of fools who only know how to fight and kill possibly understand?"

Seventh Elder Su's spit flew everywhere as he forcefully elevated Su Chen's "money power" theory to the heights of philosophy and the Great Dao.

However, these young people, who were already blinded by jealousy and humiliation, couldn't listen at all.

"Seventh Elder! Stop speaking for him!" Su Yueling also stood up. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes cold and stubborn. "We admit we were inferior and lost to his Magic Treasures and Cultivation Techniques. However, we do not recognize him as the Divine Son!"

"Unless he can use his true cultivation to defeat us fair and square!"

"That's right! Unless he dares to fight us fair and square!"

"Otherwise, we won't accept it even if we die!"

Looking at this group of stubborn brats, Seventh Elder Su trembled with rage.

He finally understood that if he didn't completely slap these guys' faces until they were swollen today, they would never learn their lesson.

Just as he was preparing to use his authority as an Elder to suppress them all and lock them in the Cliff of Reflection.

Su Yueling took a deep breath, as if she had made a major decision, and said word by word:

"Seventh Elder, we admit we are not his match."

"However, our Lesser Formless Realm still has people who can truly represent the Peak combat power of the younger generation!"

"We will go now and ask Brother Wu Chang and Senior Sister Xiaoxiao to emerge from seclusion!"

"They are the strongest Prodigies of our lineage! Only they are qualified to judge whether this Divine Son has the right to make us all submit!"

"Please, Brother Wu Chang and Senior Sister Xiaoxiao, emerge from seclusion!"

Su Yuntian and the others also seemed to have caught a final straw of hope, shouting in unison.

Su Wuchang!

Su Xiaoxiao!

Upon hearing these two names, Seventh Elder Su's expression instantly became incredibly solemn.