404: It can't hold on anymore?

"Boom!!!"

The roar and the rumble of surging Saint power instantly tore through the brief silence!

What kind of spectacle was it when forty-eight Saints attacked simultaneously?

Vast Saint power, sharp Sword Qi, scorching Dan Fire, heavy fist imprints, cunning finger winds...

Attacks of various attributes, like a world-ending tide, poured down from all directions, from above and below, leaving no blind spots, towards the two figures at the center of the formation!

Space wailed, the earth trembled, and the sealed light membrane, reinforced by Gu Changge, rippled slightly under such dense and terrifying attacks!

"No—!! Save me!!"

The Purple Robe Saint let out a shrill scream; the Saint power shield he desperately erected shattered like a bubble the moment it touched the torrent of attacks!

He was like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of being completely submerged and torn to shreds!

The Grey-Robed Saint King roared, his Saint King Realm Middle Stage cultivation erupting without reservation!

An incredibly solid grey Domain, flowing with ancient runes, instantly unfurled!

"Myriad Laws Return to the Void!"

He pushed his palms upwards abruptly, and the power of his Domain transformed into a gigantic grey vortex, spinning wildly, attempting to devour and annihilate the attacks coming from all directions.

"Rumble!!!"

The vast might of the Saints' group assault collided squarely with the defensive Domain the Saint King desperately maintained!

An indescribable, terrifying explosion occurred!

Blinding light swallowed everything, and destructive energy impacts surged and superimposed within the sealed space, as if to utterly obliterate all matter within it!

The light lasted for several breaths before slowly dissipating.

The Grey-Robed Saint King Mu Sen was dishevelled, his grey robe torn, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered considerable injuries in that concentrated attack.

The grey Domain he held up was now riddled with cracks, its light dim.

The Purple Robe Saint behind him was even more battered, bleeding from all seven orifices, his breath weak, almost completely losing his combat ability.

A single probing attack had already severely injured a Saint King Realm expert.

However, the Azure Profound Sect Saints' attack was merely the first wave!

Haha! What a thrill! This old turtle shell is quite tough!

"Again, again!"

Someone in the crowd let out an excited shriek first:

"Beat him—!!!"

This cry was like a spark falling into an oil depot!

"Charge!"

"Damn it, I'm suffocating!"

"Leave an arm for me!"

Dozens of figures, eyes red, roared and swarmed from all directions towards the Grey-Robed Saint King, who had just revealed his battered figure at the center of the formation!

"Ah—! All of you, get lost!!"

Dizzy and furious from countless punches and kicks, the Grey-Robed Saint King, stimulated by intense pain and humiliation, erupted with the innate ferocity of a Saint King!

He ignored most of the attacks landing on him, his eyes bloodshot, locking onto a burly man directly in front of him, who was waving his fist and shouting the loudest. He gathered all his remaining Saint power and towering rage into his right fist and unleashed a punch!

This punch, born of fury, though far from his peak, still tore through the air with a dim Protective Aura, heading straight for the burly man's face!

He wanted to kill one, even if just one, to wash away this endless humiliation!

However—

"Heh! Still daring to fight back?!"

His fist was only halfway out when Shi Wanshan's thick arm, like a heavy hammer appearing out of nowhere, slammed fiercely onto the joint of his punching right arm!

His right arm throbbed with pain, and the condensed Protective Aura instantly dissipated.

And almost simultaneously, a large foot swept up from below his blind spot, carrying a thick, earthy-yellow Protective Aura, kicking him squarely on the chin!

"Bang!!"

The Grey-Robed Saint King's head snapped back, his vision darkened, and an unknown number of his teeth shattered, spraying out mixed with blood.

All subsequent roars and resistance were brutally kicked back into his stomach by that foot, and his body uncontrollably staggered backward.

"Hold him down! Don't let him get up!"

"Still baring your fangs? Hit him!"

This futile and brief resistance was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, instantly stirring up bigger waves.

More hands, feet, knees, and elbows, like a torrential storm, surged towards him from every possible angle, above, below, left, and right, as he lost his balance and was wide open!

Confused roars, excited shouts, the thud of flesh on flesh, the crisp snap of bones breaking, the sound of cloth tearing, and Mu Sen's inarticulate groans of pain, drowned in countless attacks.

All these sounds mixed together, forming a wild and brutal wave of noise that filled the entire space.

The crowd completely engulfed the Grey-Robed Saint King.

Those outside couldn't even see the specific situation within, only constantly shifting bodies and occasional blood spatters and torn cloth fragments flying out from gaps in the pile of people.

Some who couldn't squeeze in stomped their feet and cursed outside, then seized an opening, jumped up to randomly kick a few times inside, or threw a punch through the gaps in the crowd, not caring who they hit.

The scene completely spiraled out of control, turning into the purest, most chaotic, and most violent street brawl.

Except the participants were all Saints capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

This chaotic, cathartic group beating lasted for more than ten breaths.

It wasn't until someone yelled, "Alright, alright! You'll really kill him if you keep hitting! Everyone, spread out!"

Only then did the crowd reluctantly disperse, many still taking the opportunity to deliver a final kick or punch.

When the crowd fully parted, revealing the scene in the center, the Grey-Robed Saint King was seen collapsed on the ground.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, covered in blood, making his original appearance unrecognizable.

His magnificent grey robe had become blood-soaked rags hanging on him.

"That's it? Can't handle this already?"

A quick-tempered, burly Zhenyue Peak Elder stared wide-eyed at the miserable state of the two, his face full of disbelief, even a hint of disappointment.

"What about the Saint King Realm Middle Stage? He's too weak to take a beating! I just finished warming up!"

"Yeah, I haven't even used the third transformation of my Earth-Splitting Fist yet!"

"My Flowing Cloud Sword Qi was only used with seventy percent strength..."

A chorus of regretful discussions immediately arose around them.

"Cough cough..."

Shi Wanshan cleared his throat, a look of disappointment at someone's failure to live up to expectations on his face, and shouted into the arena:

"Hey! You old scoundrel over there! Are you alright? Show some Saint King power!"

Where's that drive you had when you were chasing me? Don't let the brothers look down on you!"

Upon hearing this, the Grey-Robed Saint King felt his blood and Qi surge again in anger.

Humiliation! Utter humiliation! When had he, a dignified Saint King, ever suffered such contempt?!

Just then, Li Muran, the Peak Master of Dan Ding Peak, stepped forward from the crowd. At some point, he had two jade-white pill bottles in his hand.

He walked to a spot not too far or too close to the two, a professional and gentle smile on his face, like a benevolent physician.

Recently, two animated dramas based on the novel have been adapted: one is named "I'm Already a Great Emperor, but the System Still Wants Me to Take Disciples," and the other is named "This Revered Master is So Strong He Still Has to Lie Low."

If anyone is interested in watching them, you can search for them on Fanqie Novel, Fanqie Changting, and Hongguo Short Drama. Thank you for your support.

Just one more chapter, I will try to finish it tonight!