46: Prince of Daqian Empire

“Cheep—!”

A clear bird cry suddenly rang out, accompanied by a powerful Saint Might, immediately attracting many gazes.

“This is…”

“A Green Bird mount? Could this be that ruthless person who killed the Hundred Refinements Holy Son and the Red Dust Holy Daughter?”

Some people, sensing the powerful aura from the Green Bird, couldn't help but guess.

“This person is truly bold, not putting the Wuji Saint in his eyes at all, and now he even dares to personally come to Wuji Palace!”

“This person's origin is unknown. He killed the Hundred Refinements Sect's Saint and the Red Dust Holy Sect's Saintess without any qualms. He must have some backing to come to Wuji Palace.”

“Eh, speaking of which, why haven't I seen anyone from the Hundred Refinements Holy Land and the Red Dust Holy Sect…?”

At this moment, they realized that there were no flying boats from the Hundred Refinements Holy Land or the Red Dust Holy Sect nearby.

On the high platform.

Perceiving the Green Bird's unrestrained aura, Chu Shengkun couldn't help but open his eyes, coldly glanced at Wu Ning on the Green Bird, and then closed his eyes again.

A moment later.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and Thunder Clouds began to gather.

“It's starting!”

Everyone's expressions changed. Undergoing Tribulation to become a Saint was a rare sight, seen only once every few decades.

Boom!

Chu Shengkun truly lived up to his reputation as a peerless Prodigy ranked among the top of the sealing king list. Facing the Lightning Tribulation, he showed no fear, charging directly towards it and powerfully shattering one bolt of lightning after another.

Wu Ning stood with his hands behind his back on the Green Bird's back, his Xuan Emperor Purple Gold Robe exuding an oppressive nobility that drew many side glances.

“Interesting, there might be a good show to watch today.”

Sword Without Trace observed him, finding that he couldn't see through him at all, truly worthy of being an existence capable of slaying a Saint.

A hint of unusual splendor flashed in the Cloud Dream Saintess's eyes, then she revealed a captivating shallow smile.

Several hours passed in a flash.

Chu Shengkun's Battle Intent grew even more fervent as he forcefully shattered the last bolt of Lightning Tribulation, and a powerful Saint Might erupted from within him.

Just as everyone was about to offer their congratulations, a proud burst of laughter suddenly rang out.

“Hahaha, it seems this Imperial Prince has arrived at just the right time!”

A golden warship broke through the clouds, carrying a terrifying pressure, and descended from the cloud layer.

This golden warship was over three thousand zhang long, incredibly massive, entirely crafted from crimson flame fine gold, displaying extreme luxury. It was even more majestic and domineering than ordinary flying boats, and its value was absolutely no less than a Saint King weapon!

On top of the golden warship, a black flagpole was erected, from which hung a majestic dark nine-Dragon flag.

Fluttering in the wind.

“Great Qian Empire Imperial Family?!”

Everyone's expressions slightly changed.

The Great Qian Empire came from the Central Region, unlike the Eastern Region. In the Central Region, Imperial Dynasties and Empires were Supreme, and all Sect forces had to submit to them.

In the Central Region, there were three major Imperial Dynasties and three major Empires, each incredibly powerful, absolutely no weaker than their three Giants in the Eastern Region.

And this Great Qian Empire was precisely the Empire bordering the Eastern Region.

Unexpectedly, for the Wuji Saint's Undergoing Tribulation, even members of the Great Qian Empire's Imperial Family had come!

“Haha, Brother Shengkun, you've actually taken a step ahead of me again. Congratulations, congratulations!”

A young man in golden luxurious robes walked out of the warship, his physique imposing, his demeanor extraordinary, his eyes shooting cold stars, and his brows revealing nobility and arrogance.

This person was Song Yuanchen, the Third Imperial Prince of the Great Qian Empire.

Behind him followed five or six young men and women, each with an extraordinary demeanor, all of them King Realm Prodigies.

“Brother Yuanchen, I didn't expect you to come.”

Chu Shengkun, while feeling the surging powerful energy within him, said with a smile to Song Yuanchen.

“Haha, this Imperial Prince is on his way to visit a Senior on the East Sea Immortal Island, and it just so happened that I heard Brother Shengkun was preparing to Undergo Tribulation to become a Saint, so I came over.”

“Then you've come at just the right time. Next, I'll treat you to a grand show.”

Chu Shengkun curved a wicked, charming smile, his gaze turning towards Wu Ning in the air, carrying a hint of arrogance.

“I didn't expect you to actually come!”

“This Saint will give you a chance. As long as you choose to submit to me, the matter of killing the Red Dust Holy Daughter will be written off. What do you say?”

He changed his mind. Wu Ning likely held a great secret, and if he could be subdued, it would undoubtedly be a better choice.

Upon hearing this, everyone around immediately focused their gaze on Wu Ning, wanting to see how he would choose.

“Heh…”

Wu Ning did not speak, extending a hand towards Chu Shengkun to grab him.

The next instant, Chu Shengkun appeared out of thin air before him.

“Provoking this Young Master time and again, what do you think I'll do?”

Wu Ning looked at him indifferently, releasing a wisp of Emperor Might that pressed him to his knees in the air.

“Ah—!”

Chu Shengkun's face turned beet red. To be forced to his knees in front of everyone filled him with immense humiliation, and his anger instantly drowned his reason. A crazed killing intent appeared in his eyes.

“You dare to humiliate me like this? I'm going to kill you!”

Slap!

Wu Ning delivered a mighty slap to his face, sending several teeth flying out with blood spatters.

“So what if this Young Master humiliates you?”

“Ah!! I must kill you!!”

Slap!

Wu Ning delivered another slap, the crisp sound echoing in the air.

“Saint!”

“Audacious madman, release the Saint at once!”

A group of black-armored guards, their eyes red, charged towards Wu Ning. The leader was a Saint Realm expert, but before they could even reach Wu Ning, they all turned into ashes.

“…”

Silence fell all around, everyone staring dumbfounded at this scene. The dignified Saint of Wuji Palace was actually being pressed down and slapped in the face?

“How dare you! Who are you, you wretch, to humiliate Brother Shengkun like this right in front of Wuji Palace? Do you wish to die?”

Song Yuanchen looked at Wu Ning coldly, as if looking at a dead man.

In all his life, this was the first time he had seen such an arrogant person.

Did he not know what kind of existence he was provoking?

Slap!

“Do you have a right to speak?”

Wu Ning glanced at him, then directly slapped him across the air, his handsome face instantly battered and bloody.

Song Yuanchen was stunned by the blow.

“Impudent!”

On the golden warship, a white-robed elder flew into a rage, a terrifying aura instantly erupting as he raised his hand to strike at Wu Ning.

This elder was a Saint King expert!

Bang!

However, in the next second, he was directly slapped into smithereens by Wu Ning's casual strike.

Before anyone could react, an even more terrifying pressure descended. The heavens and earth changed color, and the Void Realm trembled, seemingly unable to withstand this terrifying pressure.

“Dare to insult my Disciple, you seek death!!”

At this instant, the world seemed to fall silent.

A terrifying palm print appeared in the air, carrying unparalleled and dreadful might, striking directly towards Wu Ning and the others.

“Supreme!”

Everyone's eyes were filled with horror.

When a Supreme is enraged, the heavens and earth change color.

Saints, in their presence, are as weak as ants.

“Hmph!”

Wu Ning let out a cold snort, and the massive palm print descending from the air instantly vanished into thin smoke.

Then, he reached out his hand into the Void Realm, traversing layers of spatial obstruction, grabbed a bald old man by the neck, and pulled him out.

“Old thing, not only will this Young Master humiliate your Disciple, but I'll humiliate you too!”