44: You want to go to war with me?

Yuan Canglan’s words instantly sparked a discussion among the crowd.

Everyone on the square immediately shifted their gaze from the battle arena to the high platform, and the atmosphere instantly changed from shock at Jiang Chen's strength to solemnity.

Devilish Qi!

That’s right, when Jiang Chen was enraged for Nangong Mingyue just now, everyone clearly saw the destructive black demonic flames.

That Qi was far beyond what Lin Fan’s half-baked Devilish Qi could compare to.

It was just that everyone had been so awed by Jiang Chen’s overwhelming strength that they hadn't reacted immediately.

Now that Yuan Canglan pointed it out, a huge storm was instantly stirred up in everyone's hearts.

Hongtian Holy Land is one of the leaders of the Righteous Path in the entire Eastern Domain, and its Saint, the future Holy Master, is actually a Devil Head with monstrous Devilish Qi?

This is simply a huge joke!

“Emperor Yuan is right! This matter must be explained!”

“The Righteous Path and evil cannot coexist; this is an ironclad rule since ancient times! What does Hongtian Holy Land want to do? Harbor a Devil Head?”

“How can a person with a Demonic Physique inherit the great Legacy of the Holy Land? If this gets out, wouldn’t it make us of the Righteous Path a laughingstock to the world?!”

For a time, in the viewing stands, many representatives of Sect forces who came to observe the ceremony stood up and echoed their agreement.

Most of them were either affiliated with the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty or had long-standing grievances with Hongtian Holy Land.

Seeing Yuan Canglan make trouble, they naturally immediately jumped out to fan the flames, trying to escalate the matter.

Jiang Shengtian sat in the main seat, his majestic face already darkened.

He looked at the clamoring Yuan Canglan, then swept a glance at the jumping clowns who were following suit, a cold killing intent emerging in his eyes.

He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, his voice not loud, but enough to instantly quiet the entire noisy square.

“Yuan Canglan.”

Jiang Shengtian spoke, his voice flat but carrying an unquestionable pressure, “Are you questioning me?”

Yuan Canglan faced Jiang Shengtian’s pressure without changing his expression. He sneered, “Holy Master Jiang, this Emperor dares not question you.”

“It’s just that the Saint possessing Devilish Qi was witnessed by all. This matter concerns the safety and reputation of the world’s Righteous Path, and as the ruler of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty, this Emperor naturally has the right to inquire!”

“Well said!”

Jiang Shengtian, instead of getting angry, laughed. He slowly stood up, and the terrifying Qi of a Tenth Realm Harmonization Stage Cultivator, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, pressed towards Yuan Canglan, “Concerning the world’s Righteous Path? How grandly you speak!”

“My son, Jiang Chen, possesses the Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Body, a supreme Physique rarely seen throughout the ages! Hongtian Holy Land has known about this for a long time! Our Holy Land’s Old Ancestor even personally emerged from seclusion to sort out his Qi, proclaiming that this Physique is guided by the Dao and has nothing to do with so-called good or evil!”

“What, is your Yuan Canglan’s insight higher than that of my Hongtian Holy Land’s Old Ancestor?”

Jiang Shengtian’s voice was like a resounding bell, deafening.

Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Body?

The Old Ancestor personally emerged from seclusion?

These bombshells of news stunned everyone.

Especially those Sect representatives who were clamoring just now, their faces were now pale, not daring to utter another word.

They could question Jiang Shengtian, but they absolutely dared not question an Old Ancestor who had lived for countless tens of thousands of years!

Yuan Canglan’s expression also changed slightly.

He didn’t expect Jiang Shengtian to so straightforwardly reveal everything and even bring out the Old Ancestor to pressure him.

But since he dared to make trouble, he naturally wouldn’t give up so easily.

“Hehe, Holy Master Jiang is joking.”

Yuan Canglan said in a deep voice, enduring Jiang Shengtian's pressure.

“Senior Old Ancestor of the Holy Land naturally has extraordinary insight.”

“But Physique is Physique, and Cultivation Technique is Cultivation Technique. The power your son displayed just now, that pure demonic intent, doesn’t seem as simple as a natural Physique, does it?”

“What’s more…”

Yuan Canglan changed the subject, “Since ancient times, which of those with such a Physique didn’t become a peerless Devil Head who stirred up bloody storms and brought calamity to living beings?”

“The lessons of the past are starkly before our eyes! Holy Master Jiang, can you guarantee that your son will not follow that old path in the future?”

“For the sake of the common people, and to prevent the rise of a future Devil Head, this Emperor believes that this child’s Cultivation must be abolished, and he must be suppressed to eliminate future troubles!”

“How dare you!”

Jiang Shengtian was furious, and his terrifying Qi erupted, causing the entire high platform to tremble violently.

“My son’s matter is the internal affair of my Hongtian Holy Land! When did it become your turn, an outsider, to point fingers?!”

“Yuan Canglan, I think you’re tired of living!”

Jiang Shengtian’s rage transformed into substantial pressure, causing all Cultivators present with Cultivation below the Ninth Realm to feel a sense of suffocation.

Nangong Zhuo immediately stepped forward, the Qi of a Saint flowing around him, shielding Nangong Mingyue. At the same time, he advised Jiang Shengtian, “Brother Jiang, calm down!”

Then, he turned to Yuan Canglan, his tone unfriendly: “Emperor Yuan, isn’t this going a bit too far?”

“Jiang Chen, nephew, is the prospective son-in-law of my Nangong Family. To abolish him in front of me, are you not putting my Nangong Zhuo in your eyes?”

Nangong Zhuo’s stance made the situation even more complicated.

The Nangong Family is also an ancient family with a long Legacy, whose foundation is in no way inferior to the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty.

Yuan Canglan’s face grew even darker.

He stared intently at Jiang Shengtian, their gazes colliding in the air.

“Jiang Shengtian, do you really want to become an enemy of the world’s Righteous Path for the sake of a Devil Head?!” Yuan Canglan suddenly shouted.

“The world’s Righteous Path?”

Jiang Shengtian laughed heartily, “My Hongtian Holy Land is the world’s Righteous Path! My son, Jiang Chen, is the future master of my Hongtian Holy Land! Whoever dares to touch him is an enemy of my Hongtian Holy Land!”

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, looking directly at Yuan Canglan, and said word by word: “I ask you one last time, does your Tianyuan Divine Dynasty want to wage an all-out war with my Hongtian Holy Land?!”

Boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone’s Soul.

War!

If two behemoths standing at the pinnacle of the world truly went to war, it would be a catastrophe that would sweep across the entire Cultivation world!

Yuan Canglan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn’t expect Jiang Shengtian to be so unyielding, so reckless!

The atmosphere, at this moment, solidified to the extreme.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Yuan Canglan’s answer.

Jiang Chen stood aside, never uttering a word from beginning to end. He merely watched everything calmly.

He glanced at Nangong Mingyue beside him, whose beautiful face was filled with tension and worry, and then at his father, who was willing to confront the entire Tianyuan Divine Dynasty for him.

A warm current slowly flowed through his heart.

The feeling of being protected… didn’t seem so bad.

He was just thinking that he would kill this noisy emperor later.

Just then.

“Hehe…”

“What big words.”

“When did the affairs of my Hongtian Holy Land need to depend on the expressions of a bunch of juniors?”

An old, hoarse, yet supremely majestic thought, without warning, resounded in everyone’s Soul.

Immediately after.

“Crack.”

The Void Realm where Jiang Shengtian and Yuan Canglan confronted each other shattered inch by inch like a mirror.