91: A massive net has been cast! All forces have mobilized!

Wang Teng's carriage was less a war chariot and more a mobile golden fortress.

The hundred-zhang-long body was cast entirely from solar gold essence, emitting a piercing and tacky golden light in the dark night.

That light was like a nouveau riche screaming at the top of his lungs to the whole world: "Look at me! I'm super rich!"

At this moment, the golden fortress was surrounded by layer upon layer of guards, a spectacle even more exaggerated than the Great Xia Empress on an imperial tour.

The innermost layer consisted of thirty-two Wang Family Death Soldiers.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding war halberds, their eyes were as hollow as abysses, like a group of war machines whose Souls had been drained.

The middle layer was composed of eight Wang Family Elders in the Saint King Realm.

Standing in eight directions, they formed an "Eight Desolations Dragon-Locking Formation," their majestic magic power weaving into a protective barrier flowing with golden runes.

Atop the chariot stood an old man with white hair and beard, his hands behind his back.

He was the Second Ancestor of the Wang Family, a genuine Great Saint who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

He simply stood there, and any Divine Thought that attempted to spy on him was mercilessly crushed into powder the moment it touched his aura.

"Second Ancestor, do we really have to be so... ostentatious?"

Inside the chariot, Wang Teng looked at the flamboyant display outside; his sense of security was constantly entangled by a thread of ominous foreboding.

He regretted it.

Had he known, he wouldn't have been so arrogant at the auction; now he had made himself a living target.

The Second Ancestor of the Wang Family slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of stars, and gave Wang Teng a faint glance.

"Teng'er, things have come to this; it's too late to think about keeping a low profile."

"Do you think that if we left quietly, those jackals hiding in the shadows would let us go?"

"No!"

The Second Ancestor's voice suddenly turned sharp.

"They would only think our Wang Family is lacking confidence and would pounce even more frantically to tear us to pieces!"

"So what we must do now is the opposite! Use the most high-profile and overbearing way to tell the whole world!"

"This void immortal gold and the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art both belong to my Wang Family! They will forge the future Great Emperor of my Wang Family! Anyone who dares to reach out must be prepared to be crushed into powder!"

The Second Ancestor's words were like a heavy hammer smashing into Wang Teng's heart.

That bit of fear was instantly shattered by a surge of soaring pride.

Right!

The Second Ancestor is right!

My Wang Family is the overlord of the Northern Region; why should we fear these cowards!

I, Wang Teng, am a man with the potential of a Great Emperor!

"The Second Ancestor's lesson is noted! Teng'er has learned!"

A look of arrogance once again appeared on Wang Teng's face.

He took the initiative to walk to the window, lifted the curtain, and scanned the Cultivators on both sides of the street who were blocked and pointing at them with a provocative gaze.

His eyes seemed to say: What are you looking at? A bunch of paupers! Haven't you seen a future Great Emperor on tour?

The Cultivators on both sides of the street were so infuriated by his arrogant posture that their teeth itched, yet they were afraid to speak out.

"Bah! What a piece of work!"

"Looking at his petty, successful face, I really want to go up and give him two slaps!"

"Keep it down! Do you want to die? That's a Great Saint!"

All of this was seen by Su Chen, who was hidden in the layers of the Void Realm, watching this "escort drama" as if it were the comedy film of the year.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this pomp; those who didn't know would think some emperor was having a funeral."

Su Chen munched on a spirit fruit he had found from somewhere while frantically complaining to Ye Linghan beside him.

"Is Wang Teng's brain caught in a door? He's so afraid people won't know he has treasures that he's being this ostentatious. Isn't this just like a firefly in the dark, a gold ingot in a latrine, rushing to tell people, 'Sirs, come and rob me'?"

[What a fool. At a time like this, shouldn't he find a crack to crawl into and then dig a tunnel to escape overnight?]

[And what's with the guard of honor? Do you think you're here for a military parade? A future Great Emperor on tour? Puh! With this IQ, he's only lived this long because his ancestors' graves are practically smoking.]

Ye Linghan looked at Su Chen's vivid appearance as he ate and complained, the smile at the corners of her mouth growing deeper.

She found herself liking more and more to watch this man say the most venomous things in the most salted fish manner.

This feeling was more interesting than her personally destroying an Immortal Holy Land.

"My husband is right."

She cooperated extremely well, even taking the initiative to reach out her slender fingers to wipe the fruit juice from the corner of Su Chen's mouth, the movement as natural as if she had done it a thousand times.

"Such a fool, why don't we... act on behalf of Heaven?"

In her voice, there was a faint hint of murderous intent and incitement.

Su Chen's chewing paused, and alarm bells rang in his head.

[Crap, this Crazy Woman wants me to take action? This is a test!]

[No way! I'm just an innocent bystander! I bought a ticket (even if it was for free)! How can an audience member go down and beat up the actors?! This doesn't fit my core values of the Way of Cautiousness!]

He immediately put down the fruit and looked at Ye Linghan with a serious face.

"Wife! This line of thinking is very dangerous!"

"We are civilized people, law-abiding citizens! Robbery will destroy social harmony! We absolutely cannot do it!"

He cleared his throat and continued to "educate" her earnestly:

"Besides, doing it personally is so beneath us. How is it different from a brute fighting on the street?"

"The truly elegant pleasure lies in appreciation."

"Watching these self-righteous fools fight until their heads bleed for an empty shell, while we sit in the clouds, sipping fine wine and critiquing their deaths..."

"That's called style, that's called art, do you understand?"

Ye Linghan looked at his "I swear I'm just a pure art connoisseur" expression, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed so hard her flowers trembled; the entire Void Realm dimension seemed to brighten by three degrees because of her laughter.

Just then.

The massive hubs of the golden chariot finally rolled over the boundary of the East City Gate and slowly drove out of the Tiandu Imperial City's defense formation barrier.

The moment its entire body left the barrier.

Boom!!!

At least a hundred powerful and malicious Divine Thoughts, like a pack of sharks smelling blood, instantly locked onto that glittering chariot from every corner inside and outside Tiandu!

The inescapable net had been cast!

Atop a teahouse outside the East Gate, the mysterious Loose Cultivator Great Saint from before had his cloak fluttering without wind, his raspy cold laugh seemingly able to freeze the Soul.

Deep in the slums in the south of the city, a surge of pure Devilish Qi soared into the sky, then vanished instantly.

In the dense forest to the west, a cold Sword Intent flashed and disappeared.

The Second Ancestor of the Wang Family suddenly looked up, and in his eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, two beams of divine light as fierce as the sun suddenly erupted!

"Humph! A bunch of ants who don't know whether to live or die!"

He snorted coldly, and the terrifying pressure of a Great Saint level exploded, sweeping in all directions like an invisible storm!

"Since you are looking for death yourselves, don't blame this old man for starting a massacre!"