79: If you don't leave the Ten Realms, you are just a bunch of trash.

Outside God Burial Valley, it was deathly silent.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the three figures that had just appeared.

Especially the exquisite women on either side of Jiang Chen.

One was Nangong Mingyue, who had just obtained a great Opportunity in the Ancient Tomb, her aura now like that of the Taiyin Empress descended, cold, sacred, and inviolable.

The other was Yu Meier, the Demonic Woman from the Joyful Union Sect. At this moment, her pretty face was flushed, her beautiful eyes welled with tears, looking as if she was about to cry and had suffered a great wrong.

These two, one righteous and one evil, one cold and one enchanting, should have been like fire and water.

Yet now, they appeared simultaneously by the side of Hongtian Saint Son Jiang Chen.

This scene looked strange no matter how one saw it.

Many people's minds instantly conjured up a ten-thousand-word plot, and their gazes towards Jiang Chen became peculiar.

This Hongtian Saint Son truly possessed... excellent methods and a robust physique!

While plundering treasures and killing people in the Ancient Tomb, he could also...

"Jiang! Chen!"

A furious roar, filled with monstrous anger and endless humiliation, exploded like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the eerie atmosphere.

Yuan Haotian stood on the golden war chariot of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Jiang Chen.

His gaze wished to grind him to dust on the spot.

Although his injuries had recovered with the help of Medicinal Pills, the humiliation of being trampled under Jiang Chen's foot caused him far greater pain than any physical wound!

Following his furious roar, three vast and profound terrifying Divine Might surged up from the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty's camp.

Like three invisible divine mountains, they pressed down heavily towards Jiang Chen's direction!

Ninth Realm Saint!

And there were three of them!

The entire space outside God Burial Valley twisted violently under this pressure, the wind stilled, clouds halted, and all sounds ceased.

Cultivators with weaker strength turned pale under this pressure, their legs gave way, and they directly knelt on the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

Wen Yan, Qing Linghe, and others also had drastic changes in their expressions, fully circulating their spiritual power just to barely stand firm under this terrifying pressure.

The Tianyuan Divine Dynasty was serious this time!

To regain face, they had directly dispatched three Saints!

"Jiang Chen! You stole my Dao Fruit, insulted my Divine Dynasty. Today, if you do not kneel and commit suicide, I will ensure your Divine Soul is annihilated, never to reincarnate!"

Yuan Haotian's voice was venomous; with three Saints present, his confidence was unprecedentedly strong.

"Insolent boy Jiang Chen! In the Taiyin Ancient Tomb, you stole my Divine Dynasty's Crown Prince's Opportunity, insulted my Divine Dynasty's Crown Prince's dignity, and even cruelly slaughtered the entire Blazing Sun Sect, a vassal of my Divine Dynasty! Each and every one of your crimes is unforgivable!"

The leading Golden-robed Saint's voice boomed like a great bell, his words manifesting as Law, and the terrifying pressure caused space to begin to twist.

"Today, if you do not kneel and commit suicide, apologizing to my Divine Dynasty's Crown Prince, you can forget about leaving God Burial Valley alive!"

Boom!

On the other side, the Demonic Clouds of the Myriad Demon Cave churned, and Ao Ya's cold vertical pupils also locked onto Jiang Chen. A Dragon Clan elder beside him also released the terrifying Demonic Qi of a Ninth Realm Saint.

"Human Race little worm, you should be grateful that today is not in the Myriad Demon Cave, otherwise, this King would surely flay you and light your Dragon Soul Lamp for forty-nine days!"

Ao Ya's voice was exceedingly chilling, filled with murderous intent.

Within the black mist of the Netherworld Demonic Cult, Mo Yuan's figure flickered in and out of sight. He did not speak, but the all-consuming demonic intent was more threatening than any words.

For a time, the Divine Might of several Saints intertwined, all pressing down on Jiang Chen alone!

Such a display, let alone a young junior...

Even an old Saint who had been famous for a long time would probably perish on the spot!

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and their gazes towards Jiang Chen were filled with pity.

It's over!

This Hongtian Saint Son, who had stirred up trouble in the Taiyin Ancient Tomb with unmatched power, would likely fall here today.

However, facing this terrifying pressure capable of crushing mountains and rivers, Jiang Chen, at the center of the storm, did not even frown.

He didn't even spare a glance for Yuan Haotian and the others.

His gaze remained fixed on Nangong Mingyue beside him.

He could feel that this girl was angry.

The small hand he held was icy cold, even trying to break free from his palm.

Instead of loosening his grip, Jiang Chen held it even tighter.

He turned his head, looking at Nangong Mingyue's eyes, which resembled ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, and a slight smile played on his lips as he transmitted a message to her ear.

"Are you jealous?"

Nangong Mingyue's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly. She didn't respond, only turning her head to the side, but a faint blush quietly appeared on her earlobes.

Then, she took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Chen to face the several Saints.

Meanwhile, Yu Meier, with her head lowered, also felt the gaze from her protector from the Joyful Union Sect.

Her heart was in a fierce struggle, full of hesitation and conflict.

"Little girl from the Nangong Family, this matter does not concern you. Retreat quickly! Do not bring trouble upon yourself!"

The leading Golden-robed Saint shouted sternly.

Nangong Mingyue did not speak, but the hand holding Jiang Chen's tightened a little more.

Her attitude was self-evident.

Jiang Chen chuckled inwardly, then finally deigned to cast his gaze towards the clamoring Yuan Haotian.

His expression was calm, and his tone was even more understated.

"Is that all?"

Two words, light and airy.

Yet, they were like two invisible slaps, fiercely striking the faces of Yuan Haotian, Ao Ya, and everyone else.

What did he mean, "Is that all"?

Those were several Ninth Realm Saints!

How could you, an Eighth Realm Mahayana, dare to be so contemptuous?

"You're facing death and don't even realize it! Still daring to be stubborn!"

Yuan Haotian laughed in extreme anger, "Three Imperial Uncles, cripple him for this Prince!"

However, Jiang Chen seemed to have heard some huge joke, and he shook his head.

He surveyed the surroundings, his gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of Yuan Haotian, Ao Ya, Mo Yuan, and others.

Finally, it landed on the several Saints with profound auras.

His voice was not loud, but it steadily reached the ears of everyone present.

"I thought it was some grand display."

"Turns out, not even a Tenth Realm has appeared."

"Do you, a few mere small fry, dare to act presumptuously in front of me?"

As his words fell, the entire scene became deathly silent.

Everyone thought they had misheard.

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

Simply arrogant beyond bounds!

He actually called a Ninth Realm Saint small fry?

And claimed that if a Tenth Realm didn't appear, they dared to be presumptuous?

On what grounds? Where did he get such confidence?

Even Nangong Mingyue and Yu Meier were simultaneously stunned, their beautiful eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

"You're courting death!"

A Saint from the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty was completely enraged.

He was a dignified Ninth Realm Saint, a being revered wherever he went!

Today, he was actually humiliated by a mere greenhorn!

"This Venerable will let you know today what the Divine Might of a Saint is!"

He roared, no longer holding back, and struck out with a palm!

A giant golden palm, condensed from Law and spiritual power, covered the sky and sun, carrying terrifying Divine Might that could crush everything, pressing down directly on Jiang Chen!

It's over!

Everyone closed their eyes, unable to bear watching.

However, just at this moment...

Jiang Chen's calm yet cold voice sounded again.

"Jiang Jiu."