19: Chapter 19 Kneeling Down to Speak

"For... Formation... Marquis... "

Blood trickled from the corner of Elder Qian Kun's mouth.

He squeezed these four words out, so softly that there was not a sound.

His eyes were completely vacant.

The brilliance of a Cave Heaven expert?

Gone.

Nothing remained but bewilderment.

And a blank void after all his perceptions had been crushed.

What kind of monster did I provoke?

A Mortal Dynasty, and a Formation Marquis pops out?

This is unreasonable.

This is damn well not cultivation!

Even novels wouldn't dare write it like this!

Yet that golden giant hand, covering the sky and blocking the sun, hung in the sky.

The evidence was irrefutable.

The Formation patterns on the palm were flowing.

Every Formation pattern emitted an aura that made his Soul tremble.

He did not even have the qualification to look up.

His proudest Nine Suns Cave Heaven.

In front of that hand, it was a joke.

A gentle wave.

Shattered.

Completely shattered.

Without a shred of suspense.

Regret.

Endless regret engulfed Qian Kun.

He regretted it to the point that his intestines turned green.

He shouldn't have been greedy for that bullshit supreme treasure!

He shouldn't have been blinded by the arrogance of the Sect!

A Dynasty capable of stirring up three thousand li of Sword Qi, and he had absolutely no awe for it!

Even more, he shouldn't have been incited by a few words from that idiot Wei Yong!

Insisting on testing them...

Now it's done.

He tested them.

They are a Marquis.

He is just a little brother.

The golden giant hand shattered his Cave Heaven.

Five fingers closed, grabbing towards him.

Wanting to crush him to death.

He felt extreme danger and instinctively wanted to run away.

Run!

But he could not move.

That pressure from the Origin of the Dao of Formations nailed his Physical Body and Soul firmly in place.

Let alone running, he couldn't even move a finger.

He could only watch.

Watching death get closer and closer.

The golden five fingers filled the entire world in his eyes.

"My life is at its end!"

He closed his eyes to wait for death.

Just at the moment he was about to be crushed.

That calm and majestic voice resounded through the sky for the third time.

This time.

Only one word.

"Kneel!"

Boom!

This word was an imperial decree.

It was a Law.

It was not a command, just a statement of fact.

The golden giant hand preparing to crush Qian Kun stopped.

Five fingers spread open.

Transforming into a giant palm covering the sky.

Then.

Towards below.

A slap, fiercely slapped down!

This palm ignored space and distance.

The target was not just Qian Kun alone.

The giant palm covered everything.

That magnificent floating cloud flying boat.

And the few unconscious Disciples on the flying boat.

All were below!

"No!"

Qian Kun suddenly opened his eyes and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

The giant palm had not yet fallen.

Merely the aftermath.

The floating cloud flying boat he regarded as a treasure emitted a piercing, mournful sound!

The flying boat's defensive Formation instantly melted.

The precious Immortal jade hull was covered in cracks!

It's over!

It's all over!

If the flying boat was destroyed, even if he returned alive, he would be skinned by the Law Enforcement Hall!

His wailing was useless.

The golden giant palm did not pause at all.

Rumble!

A loud noise, the heavens and earth shook!

The entire Capital of Great Xia, along with the land outside the city, jumped violently.

Everyone saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

That golden palm, like swatting a fly.

Took that Immortal family flying boat.

Along with everyone on it.

And with one slap from ten thousand zhang in the air, fiercely slapped it into the ground!

The square in front of the Imperial Palace instantly collapsed.

A giant palm print, dozens of zhang deep and covering hundreds of meters, appeared!

Smoke and dust shot into the sky.

Gravel was swept up by the air waves, flying in all directions.

The surrounding buildings were riddled with holes.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Everyone saw it.

In the center of the deep pit.

That overbearing floating cloud flying boat had become a pile of scrap metal.

The Immortal light extinguished.

Only a few wisps of blue smoke remained.

Beside the scrap metal.

Elder Qian Kun of the Ziyang Holy Land.

And those few Disciples who had just woken up, were slapped unconscious, and now woke up again.

Were kneeling in a standard and humiliating posture.

Kneeling.

Their legs had been forcefully smashed into the ground by the immense power.

Up to their knees.

Each one with disheveled hair, faces covered in blood and filth.

Blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

Their eyes full of bewilderment and fear.

In a wretched state.

Where was there any remaining majesty of an Immortal descending?

Dead silence.

The city was silent as a grave.

Commoners, officials.

Everyone had their mouths open, watching the scene at the Imperial Palace gate.

Their minds were completely blank.

They had thought the Retired Emperor would win.

They hadn't thought he would win so thoroughly.

So unreasonably!

That was an Immortal!

A flying Immortal!

Just like that, slapped down from the sky with one palm, and made to kneel?

The impact of this scene was too strong.

Don't know how long passed.

A roar broke the silence.

"His Majesty the Retired Emperor is awesome!!!"

This shout ignited the whole city!

"Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Awesome!"

"What kind of bullshit Holy Land! In the territory of our Great Xia, if you are a Dragon, you have to coil up!"

"Did you see that! Just now they were acting all high and mighty, and now they are still kneeling to our Retired Emperor! Hilarious!"

"This is called, those who offend our Great Xia, even if far away, must be slapped!"

"A miracle! Definitely a miracle! From now on, my family won't worship the God of Wealth, we'll worship the Retired Emperor's spirit tablet!"

After a brief silence.

The entire Capital erupted in heaven-shaking cheers!

Countless commoners were so excited their faces turned red.

Waving their arms, jumping up and down.

The long-suppressed grievance and fear all turned into pride!

Golden Throne Hall.

Li Zhan gripped the armrests of the Dragon Throne tightly.

His nails broke, blood flowed out, and he didn't even notice.

He stared with wide eyes at the wretched figure kneeling outside.

His body trembled with excitement.

Just a moment ago, he was so humiliated he vomited blood.

In the blink of an eye.

That "Immortal" who made him despair was now kneeling at the Imperial Palace gate.

This huge contrast was almost too much for him, the Emperor, to handle.

Too strong!

Imperial Grandfather is too strong!

Strong to the point of being indescribable!

He understood now.

Why Imperial Grandfather had always been so calm.

In front of absolute strength, a Holy Land Elder is just a fart.

No, not even a fart.

To crush to death or slap to death.

It all depends on his mood.

Li Zhan exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Awesome!

Unprecedented satisfaction!

His gaze swept across the ministers in the hall.

Finally landing not far outside the hall, at the entrance of a mansion.

There, a person was sprawled on the ground.

Wei Yong.

The expression on his face was uglier than dead ash.

His belief was gone.

His spirit had collapsed.

He was just a living dead man.

He saw it.

He saw it all.

The "Immortal Master" he had bet everything to rely on.

The "invincible aircraft carrier" in his eyes.

Was slapped away by someone.

He even heard that "Kneel".

What kind of power was that?

What kind of existence?

Wei Yong couldn't understand.

His brain also refused to think.

Everything went black before his eyes.

His throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

In his final consciousness.

It was the commoners celebrating in the whole city.

It was the cold and mocking gaze of Emperor Li Zhan.

It was the Immortal Master he had high hopes for, kneeling in the deep pit, motionless.

"I... was wrong..."

The thought flashed by.

His eyes rolled back, his head tilted, and he fainted.

No one cared about the life or death of this clown.

Everyone's gaze was on that giant palm print.

Watching the Ziyang Holy Land people kneeling on the ground.

Watching the golden giant hand slowly dissipating in the sky.

The whole world was left with nothing but mountain-shaking and tsunami-like cheers.