20: Throw this dog out

Su Xuanchen's voice was very soft.

Yet it rang through the deathly silent Purple Heaven Palace like a divine decree from the Nine Heavens.

Throw this yapping dog out for me.

The entire hall fell into absolute silence.

All the guests, including the Sect Masters from the top powers of the Eastern Region, stared at Su Xuanchen as if they had seen a ghost, their minds utterly blank.

Throw him out?

That's the Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!

The number one swordsman in the Eastern Region, a Peak powerhouse at the Quasi-Saint Realm!

Just... throw him out?

The rage on the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect's face instantly froze solid.

It was replaced by utter absurdity and disbelief.

"You... what did you say?"

He pointed at his own nose, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

However, Su Xuanchen didn't even glance at him again.

He simply turned around, his gaze returning to Bai Lingxi, that gentle smile reappearing on his face.

As if the order he had just given was merely instructing a servant to dispose of a piece of insignificant trash.

This complete and utter disregard infuriated the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect more than any insulting words ever could!

"Su Xuanchen! You're courting death!"

He completely erupted!

A terrifying Sword Intent unique to a Peak Quasi-Saint erupted from within him, soaring into the sky!

Clang!

The entire Purple Heaven Palace trembled and hummed under this supremely sharp Sword Intent!

Countless guests felt their skin prickle with pain, as if countless invisible swords were suspended above their heads, ready to fall at any moment!

"Resorting to violence at my wedding banquet."

Su Xuanchen didn't even turn his head, offering only a faint comment.

"That's an additional crime."

As his words fell.

Two Su Family Guardians standing silently at his side stepped forward expressionlessly.

No earth-shattering aura emanated from them.

They simply reached out a hand simultaneously.

Boom!

Two equally vast, majestic, yet incredibly concentrated Peak Eternal Realm auras, like two primordial divine mountains, pressed down upon the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect from left and right!

The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect's expression changed drastically!

His supreme Sword Intent, capable of tearing the heavens, felt as fragile as paper under the pincer attack of these two forces!

Instantly, it was crushed to dust!

"Pfft!"

The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect was struck as if by lightning, vomiting a mouthful of blood!

The arrogance and fury in his eyes were instantly replaced by shock and terror!

Two Peak Eternal Realm experts!

No!

Two monsters whose combat power was infinitely close to the Quasi-Saint Realm!

How could the Su Family possess such hidden strength!

Without a second thought, he turned to tear through space and escape.

But, it was too late.

The two guardians, like two phantoms, instantly appeared at his sides.

One pressed down on his left shoulder.

The other pressed down on his right shoulder.

The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect felt as if his body was firmly suppressed by two immovable furnaces of heaven and earth. All the mana, all the Sword Intent within him, were completely Sealed at this moment!

He couldn't move an inch!

Him, the esteemed Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect, a Peak powerhouse of the Eastern Region, was subdued as easily as catching a chick by two unknown guards!

Utter humiliation!

"Let me go!"

He struggled madly, like a raving lunatic.

"Su Xuanchen! How dare you insult me! My Lingxiao Sword Sect will be locked in a fight to the death with you!"

However, Su Xuanchen still ignored him.

He merely waved his hand faintly at the two guardians.

The two guardians understood.

They hoisted up the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect and, as if dragging a dead dog, walked step by step towards the palace gates under the horrified gazes of all the guests.

"No! Let me go! Do you know who I am!"

"Su Xuanchen! You madman! You'll regret this! You'll definitely regret this!"

His shrill roars echoed throughout the heavenly palace.

The two guardians reached the entrance, glanced at each other.

Then, their arms exerted force simultaneously.

Whoosh—!

A miserable parabolic arc cut through the sky.

The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sword Sect, this Eastern Region Sword Lord who had been so overbearing just moments ago, was thrown down like garbage from the Purple Heaven Palace high in the Nine Heavens.

The scream that pierced through the clouds lingered for a long time.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the guests seemed petrified, staring dumbly towards the entrance, feeling their Divine Souls tremble.

So overbearing!

So brutal!

Is this the majesty of a Saint?

The Sect Master of Hunyuan Sect silently put down his wine cup, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He was immensely grateful he hadn't lost his head earlier and jumped out to follow the Lingxiao Sword Sect's lead.

Otherwise, the one being thrown out right now might have been him.

After doing all this, Su Xuanchen acted as if he had truly just disposed of a bag of trash.

He turned, walked back to the high platform, and slowly took his seat in the main chair.

His gaze swept across the hall.

Every guest who met his eyes, regardless of their cultivation or background, instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Finally, Su Xuanchen's gaze landed on Bai Lingxi, who had long been frightened pale.

He smiled at her.

"Now, no one will disturb us."

Bai Lingxi's delicate body trembled, and she subconsciously took a step back, her pretty face flushing red, her heart pounding like a startled deer.

At that moment.

"The auspicious hour has arrived!"

"We respectfully welcome the bride—!"

The loud ceremonial announcement sounded once more.

From behind a beaded curtain at the other end of the great hall.

A figure adorned in a phoenix crown and red wedding robes, supported by two maidservants, slowly walked out.

A red veil covered her face.

But her graceful figure, her proud and aloof temperament like a winter plum in the snow, still left countless people in awe.

Gu Lingshuang.

She walked very slowly, each step as if treading on knife tips.

Beneath the veil, those icy phoenix eyes burned with deep-seated hatred.

She could feel countless gazes converging upon her.

There was awe, envy, jealousy, but more than anything... pity.

Pity for her, a proud daughter of heaven, reduced to a trophy, a plaything of a domineering Saint.

Humiliation!

This humiliation gnawed at her Divine Soul like a venomous snake.

Su Xuanchen sat on the high platform, watching her walk step by step towards him.

The smile at the corner of his mouth grew even more pronounced.

He greatly enjoyed this feeling.

Trampling a future Empress underfoot, toying with her in the palm of his hand.

This sense of conquest brought him far more pleasure than a Realm Breakthrough ever could.

At the same time.

Millions of miles away from Tianyan City.

In the Myriad Spirits Sect, within the Forbidden Area of the Ancestral Land.

The stone door of an ancient Immortal Cave, sealed for tens of thousands of years, exploded with a bang!

Billowing black Evil Qi erupted from within like a volcanic eruption, dyeing the sky for hundreds of miles in a murky, ink-like darkness.

A gaunt, short figure slowly walked out from the depths of the cave.

The newcomer wore a tattered purple robe, his hair and beard completely white, his face covered with deep wrinkles. Yet, within his turbid eyes flickered a terrifying, ferocious light that would make even Eternal Realm Venerables tremble in fear.

Ancestor Zishan!

One who attained the Dao 38,000 years ago, one of the only two remaining Saints of the Myriad Spirits Sect!

"We respectfully welcome the Old Ancestor's emergence from seclusion!"

The Sect Master of Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, who had long been waiting outside the cave, immediately led a group of Elders to prostrate themselves, their voices filled with fanaticism and reverence.

Ancestor Zishan paid them no heed.

His turbid gaze pierced through the endless Void Realm, landing in the direction of Tianyan City. His voice was hoarse, like the grating of two rusty pieces of iron.

"Su Xuanchen..."

"A mere 6,000-year-old brat, yet he dares to slay my Myriad Spirits Sect Elder."

Hearing this, the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Spirits Sect immediately stepped forward, his face filled with venomous resentment and grief.

"I report to the Old Ancestor! That Su Xuanchen not only killed our Sect Elder, his audacity knows no bounds!"

"Even today, he is holding a grand wedding banquet in Tianyan City to marry the remnant of the Gu Family!"

"He completely disregards our Myriad Spirits Sect!"

"Wedding banquet?"

Ancestor Zishan's face twisted into a smile uglier than a demon's, his voice sinister.

"Perfect."

"This old man will personally pay a visit and present him with a grand gift."

He held the saint slaying bow, his gaze icy cold as he looked towards the region where the Su Family resided. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indisputable tone of judgment.

"Let his joyous occasion turn into a funeral."