Chapter 149 A Sweep! Using the Holy Land's Flag as a Foot Binding Cloth
That slap did not produce an earth-shattering explosion.
But in everyone's retinas, Great Chief Judge Soren's originally majestic and domineering face presented an extremely eerie spiral distortion the moment it came into contact with Jiang Chen's fingertips.
Bang!
Soren was struck head-on as if by a ten-thousand-pound hammer, and the bronze floor beneath him instantly shattered. Like a nail, he was driven deep into the incredibly hard foundation of the Immortal Palace by Jiang Chen's casual wave, leaving only a single silver boot twitching helplessly on the outside.
Silence.
It was the kind of silence that stripped away all hearing, leaving only the visual shock, making everyone feel a sense of suffocation from the depths of their Souls.
Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and wiped it with some disdain on the red cloak that Soren had dropped.
"Tsk, the texture is too hard. You should practice less of this trash protective True Qi in the future; it hurts my hands."
At this moment, the silence Domain slowly vanished.
"Ah!!!"
The screams erupted with a delayed reaction. The knights of the Holy See went mad. Their nearly invincible Chief Judge had actually been "buried" by a youth wearing pajamas who hadn't even reached the Organ Refining Realm?
"This is a Demonic Technique! This is the wicked way of Great Xia!"
"Fire! Fire quickly!"
The "Godslayer" mecha from the Tianli Research Institute finally reacted. All cannon muzzles were fully charged at this moment, and purple plasma beams, like vines of death, wove into a giant net that covered Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen, be careful!" Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue wanted to support him, but they found that at some point, their surroundings had been filled with a purple Mental Energy field, protecting them tightly and even pushing them toward a safer area in the rear.
"Be good, rest to the side."
Jiang Chen's voice echoed in their minds, as gentle as if he were whispering sweet nothings, yet the content was extremely domineering. "These impolite renovators, I'll handle them personally."
Facing plasma fire capable of melting mountains, Jiang Chen not only didn't dodge but instead made a move that would make every military expert on Earth want to commit suicide—
He spread his arms wide, as if welcoming the first ray of morning sunlight.
"Just right, my body temperature is a bit low. This heat... is barely enough to warm my hands."
Rumble!!!
A massive explosion swallowed the spot where Jiang Chen stood. Smoke and fire soared into the sky, and the energy fluctuation was so strong that even the bronze pillars of the Immortal Palace emitted a slight tremor.
"Is he dead? He should be dead now, right?"
"Even a Great Grandmaster would be turned to ash by taking a saturated attack like this head-on!"
The villains stared intently at the center of the smoke.
The smoke gradually cleared.
There were no severed limbs, and no river of blood.
Only a pitch-black, massive black sphere with a radius of about three meters was seen floating in place.
It wasn't a physical object but a "Dream Cocoon" woven from countless strands of Mental Energy condensed to the extreme.
Crack.
A crack appeared in the cocoon.
Jiang Chen yawned, actually holding a ball of compressed, sizzling plasma energy in his hands.
He kneaded it twice like dough and then casually stuffed it into the black jade pillow in his arms.
"Hmm, this is much warmer." He showed a satisfied smile.
[Ding! High-purity radioactive energy detected.]
[Converted to: Constant Temperature Sleep Aid Module.]
[host's current state: Due to absorbing excessive energy, Waking Up Anger has entered an "off the charts" state.]
[Suggestion: Clear the area immediately and prepare for a nap.]
"Since you like giving gifts so much, I'll give you one too."
Jiang Chen's gaze suddenly sharpened, and a pressure capable of making the heavens tremble descended violently.
He didn't use any Martial Skill; he simply raised his foot slowly, and then...
Stomped down hard!
"Sleepwalking Battle Technique: Thousand-Pound Drop!"
Boom—!!!
With Jiang Chen's sole as the center, a dark purple Mental Energy shockwave swept outward like a tsunami.
It wasn't just a physical impact but a dimensional strike on the mental level.
Those all-metal, incredibly defensive "Godslayer" mecha were like paper toys in front of this ripple, instantly twisting, snapping, and shattering into a sky full of parts.
As for the Elders of the hidden Sects and the high-ranking knights of the Holy See, they felt as if ten thousand screaming speakers had been stuffed into their brains. Their Sea of Consciousness instantly shattered, and they rolled frantically on the ground clutching their heads, their shrill screams drowning out the explosions.
In an instant, the originally murderous allied forces were completely wiped out!
Jiang Chen clapped his hands, his gaze locking onto the "Holy Light Cross Flag" not far away, which symbolized the dignity of the Holy See.
With a casual beckon, the priceless flag woven from special Spirit Silkworm Silk automatically flew into his hand.
"The texture is good, quite sweat-absorbent."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he tore the flag in half and naturally wrapped it around his previously bare feet.
"This is called... recycling. These foot wraps are quite steady."
The Loose Cultivators who were still conscious didn't even dare to breathe.
That was the divine flag of the Holy See!
That was their faith!
And you just used it to wrap your feet?!
Jiang Chen looked toward the distant void, where several even more powerful consciousnesses seemed to be peering across dimensions. The corner of his mouth curled into an arc, and he raised a middle finger toward the void.
"Whether you're a War God or a Great Emperor, if anyone else disturbs my sleep, I'll go dance on your ancestral graves."
After speaking, he turned around and, amidst the wreckage and countless terrified gazes, walked toward the completely stunned Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue.
"Mission accomplished, stock-up complete."
Jiang Chen took their hands, his body softening again as his head leaned against Mu Qingxue's neck. "By the way... for the plane tickets back to the Imperial Capital, will their family (referring to the Holy See) reimburse us? If not, I'll go back and snatch a couple of crowns..."
"Reimburse! We'll reimburse! This old man will personally escort you back!"
The bruised and swollen Old Ancestor of the Zhao Family crawled out from somewhere, holding a brand-new leather sofa, and approached with a fawning expression.
Jiang Chen closed his eyes in satisfaction.
[Main Quest: Kunlun Contention—Perfectionly Completed.]
[Reward obtained: A wisp of "touch memory" from the Empress's Physical Body.]
[Detected that the host's Mental Energy is about to enter the Late Stage of the Transcendent Realm. The new chapter—"Ten Thousand Races Battlefield: Searching for the Furry Fox Quilt"—is about to begin!]
Under the gazes of everyone who revered him like a god or demon, this youth wearing pajamas, wrapped in a divine flag, and holding peerless beauties, slowly walked out of the Kunlun Forbidden Ground in the sunset, letting out a long snore.
The name of Great Xia's Sleep God, after this battle, shook the heavens!"}],