85: Chapter 85 Extortion, Ten Imperial Herbs!

The floor tiles were corroded into countless pits.

At the end of the void, Wang Shuo let out a muffled groan.

He clutched his severed right arm and retreated repeatedly, the muscles on his face twitching violently.

Immediately afterward, two figures walked steadily out from the split void.

They were none other than the Holy Lord of Tianxuan, Zhou Qing, and the Peak Revered Master of the First Peak of the Holy Land, Luo Qinghan.

Luo Qinghan wore a set of purple robes that exuded an extraordinary temperament.

In her hand, she held an Imperial Sword that was still dripping with blood.

There was no expression on her peerless face.

However, that bone-chilling killing intent had already locked onto Wang Shuo firmly.

"Old thing!"

"Do you take me for non-existent?!"

Wang Shuo's chest heaved violently.

Ignoring the sharp pain in his arm, he pointed at Lin Yi and said:

"Luo Qinghan, your Disciple's methods are vicious!"

"Not only does he want to seize treasures, but he also wants to kill! He even wants to destroy the evidence and the corpse!"

"My Wang family will never agree to this!"

Zhou Qing stood to the side, watching coldly as his peerlessly tyrannical Peak Quasi-Emperor imperial might exploded outwards.

It crushed all the residual Aura around Wang Shuo to pieces.

He completely gained the upper hand in terms of Aura.

Hearing this, Luo Qinghan pointed the Imperial Sword directly at Wang Shuo's nose, showing him no face at all.

"When juniors compete, life and death are determined by fate!"

"Your trash son's skills were inferior to others; if he died, he deserved it!"

"If you dare touch a single hair on my Disciple..."

"I will exterminate ten generations of your Wang family today!"

These words were spoken with powerful resonance.

There was no room for negotiation.

The entire audience was silenced upon hearing this.

Those Prodigies still lying on the ground didn't even dare to breathe.

This Luo Qinghan was far too protective of her own.

She was protective to an entirely unreasonable degree!

Outside the palace, at the valley entrance.

Elder Wang Hong jumped up in excitement.

"Good! Peak Master Luo is so domineering!"

"Our Heavenly Profound Holy Land will settle this score with their Wang family slowly!"

The experts from other great Sects all lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

No one dared to provoke the Heavenly Profound Holy Land at this critical juncture.

Being mocked like this, Wang Shuo was so angry his lungs were about to burst.

The Quasi-Emperor Elder behind him also took to the air.

His Aura fully unleashed, he confronted Luo Qinghan and Zhou Qing from across the distance.

"Hmph! Does the Heavenly Profound Holy Land think they can cover the sky with one hand?!"

"An explanation must be given today, otherwise, no one leaves!"

Hearing this, Luo Qinghan didn't even spare them a glance.

She put away the Imperial Sword and turned to look at Lin Yi below.

"Yi'er, are you hurt?!"

Lin Yi shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, Revered Master, this Disciple is fine!"

After speaking, not only did he not retreat.

Instead, he dragged the immortal burial coffin forward another step.

Then, Lin Yi suddenly raised his leg.

He stomped down hard on the chest of the unconscious Wang Teng.

The sound of the breastbone breaking was very crisp.

In the palace where one could hear a pin drop, it sounded exceptionally piercing.

"Try touching him one more time!"

Wang Shuo roared in desperation, his eyes almost splitting.

Trying would mean dying!

Lin Yi directly increased the force of his foot, and Wang Teng's chest instantly caved in.

"Waagh!"

Wang Teng was shocked awake by the intense pain, his body twitching violently.

Then, he violently spat out a large mouthful of bloody internal organ fragments.

Lin Yi raised his head and looked directly at Wang Shuo in mid-air.

"Are you sweating now? Should This Holy Son try again?"

This mockery was extremely penetrating.

The Elder who had come with Wang Teng was so angry his whole body was trembling.

Even his spiritual energy circulation became unstable.

Xu Chen was in the back, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly.

"Big Brother, beautifully done! The Wang family are all paper tigers!"

At this moment.

The smell of gunpowder in the air had reached its peak.

The situation instantly reached the brink of explosion.

Wang Shuo's right arm had been severed by a sword strike, and Quasi-Emperor blood stained the ground.

But he could no longer care about his own injury.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the foot stepping on Wang Teng's chest below.

With every extra bit of force, another crack appeared in his heart.

"Luo Qinghan, do not push people too far!"

Wang Shuo's voice was trembling, though it was unclear whether it was from anger or fear.

Luo Qinghan remained expressionless, her Imperial Sword held horizontally before her, her tone indifferent.

"Pushing people too far?"

"When your trash son harbored murderous intent toward my Disciple, I hadn't even arrived yet."

"Where were you when he and that ant from Yaoguang teamed up to ambush my Disciple?"

"Now that he's been beaten, you start crying about injustice?"

"Wang Shuo, where is your shame?"

Luo Qinghan's every word was devoid of profanity, yet they were harsher than any insult.

Wang Shuo's mouth twitched several times, but he couldn't find any words to respond.

Because everything Luo Qinghan said was the truth.

Xuan Ye had ambushed first, and Wang Teng had gone mad afterward.

And Wang Shuo tearing through the void to intervene was an Elder acting against a junior.

No matter how it was calculated, reason was not on his side.

Zhou Qing stood beside Luo Qinghan, without saying a word.

But the Peak Quasi-Emperor pressure emanating from him already said everything.

Today, the Heavenly Profound Holy Land was definitely going to strike hard.

Whoever had an objection was welcome to try!

Faced with this posture, the Prodigies in the hall didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

Many people's legs were truly shaking.

This display was too terrifying.

Two Peak Quasi-Emperors joining forces, and they were the top combat powers of the entire Desolate Realm.

On Wang Shuo's side, there was him and the Quasi-Emperor Elder, Wang Tian.

One was a Peak Quasi-Emperor, the other was an Early Stage Quasi-Emperor; there were only two of them.

The gap was too large.

Wang Tian took half a step forward and whispered: "Family Head, a head-on clash won't work. We must save the Imperial Son first!"

Wang Shuo clutched his severed arm, Quasi-Emperor blood still seeping out.

But his logic told him that now was not the time to be stubborn.

But to make him bow his head?

To make him bow to Lin Yi?

"Heh!"

Luo Qinghan let out a cold laugh, interrupting his hesitation.

"I don't have much patience."

"Your son harbored murderous intent toward my Disciple and almost destroyed the Secret Realm's Legacy."

"There must be an accounting for this, right?"

Wang Shuo's face was dark as he said in a heavy voice: "What do you want?"

Luo Qinghan's brow arched slightly, her voice cold as ice.

"Ten top-grade Imperial Herbs."

"Not one less."

"Hand them over in exchange for your precious son's life."

Saying this, she paused.

"Then, I might consider it!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The outskirts of the Imperial Fall Valley directly exploded with noise.

"Ten top-grade Imperial Herbs?!"

"My god, what kind of concept is that?"

"It's enough for a first-rate power to use as the foundation for establishing a Sect!"

"Peak Master Luo is committing extortion!"

"Tsk! What are you saying! They have the strength to extort!"

"Do you dare say no? Two Peak Quasi-Emperors are standing right there! They'd beat you until you cry!"

Wang Hong slapped his thigh and cheered from the side, holding his spiritual wine flask high.

"Good! Peak Master Luo is domineering! That's exactly how they should be fleeced!"

"Ten is too few! In my opinion, another ten should be added!"

Several Elders from orthodoxies friendly with the Heavenly Profound Holy Land also joined in the shouting.

"Peak Master Luo is mighty!"

"This kind of Imperial Clan lacks everything except family assets; if we don't fleece them, who will!"

Even more exaggeratedly, a Sect Head of a small Sect stood up on the spot, cupped his hands, and shouted.

"Peak Master Luo! My Leiyin Sect wishes to submit to the Heavenly Profound Holy Land!"

"Following such a Holy Land has a future! A great future!"

This shout left the people around him speechless.

But thinking carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

The Saint of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land was at the top of the three thousand extreme dao list, and an Imperial Weapon had actively chosen him.

Two Peak Quasi-Emperors joined together were invincible, and they were protective to an unreasonable degree.

Such a backer couldn't be found even if one searched with a lantern!