71: Chapter 71 Imperial Weapon Necklace, Intimidating the Holy King

The arena was eerily silent.

Below the stage, thunderous cheers erupted.

The two formed a stark contrast.

Li Kuangtu was still lying there, his limbs occasionally twitching, more white foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes rolled back, devoid of spirit.

He was a complete mess, no longer showing any of the ferocity of a “Mad Butcher.”

The referee, an Elder at the Peak Marquis Realm, was momentarily unable to react.

He mechanically announced the result, floated down from the arena, and walked to the Blood Fiend Sect's seats.

He spoke with a complex expression.

“Your sect's Disciple's Physical Body is unharmed, but his Divine Soul has suffered a severe impact.”

“His Dao Heart... I'm afraid his Dao Heart is shattered.”

“Take him back and nurture him well. Whether he can recover depends on heaven's will.”

The faces of the Blood Fiend Sect Elders were ashen.

They gritted their teeth.

They jointly carried Li Kuangtu away, each of their gazes fixed on the other end of the arena.

Staring at that bored little figure.

Their eyes were full of resentment.

And, an unconcealable fear.

His Dao Heart was shattered.

For a Prodigy, this was more cruel than directly killing him.

The path of martial arts might very well be cut off from this point.

And the cause of all this was merely that little imp yawning and complaining, “I don't want to fight.”

What level of Prodigy is this?

No, the word Prodigy is no longer sufficient to describe his strangeness and terror.

“Silence!”

An ancient and majestic voice resounded throughout Tianjiao City, shaking everyone's hearts.

The chaotic scene that had just erupted was thus suppressed.

An old man in a gray hemp robe with white hair and beard appeared above the Tongtian Arena at some unknown time.

He didn't emit any terrifying aura.

Just his calm suspension there caused the entire noisy Tianjiao City to quiet down.

Everyone felt an invisible pressure assault them, making it difficult to breathe.

Saint King Kurong.

The order maintainer of the Heavenly Pride Battle, and one of the most senior Grand Elders of this event.

This was a Saint King Realm expert, an old monster who had lived for nearly ten thousand years, renowned throughout the Eastern Barrens.

Saint King Kurong stared intently at Li Changsheng on the arena.

His eyes were full of scrutiny and incomprehension.

With his Realm, he naturally saw what had just happened.

That was not a Divine Ability.

Nor was it demonic sorcery.

It was a pure pressure, originating from the essence of life itself.

But this was precisely the most incredible thing.

A three-and-a-half-year-old toddler, whose life essence could be so noble that the unconscious aura he emitted alone could crush the Dao Heart of a Marquis Nine Heavens Prodigy?

This left him completely bewildered.

An anomaly must hide something sinister.

This child must be hiding an extraordinary secret.

As the maintainer of the event, he had the responsibility and obligation to investigate all of this thoroughly.

Otherwise, if such an uncontrollable factor were allowed to exist, the subsequent matches would have no fairness whatsoever.

Saint King Kurong made up his mind.

He decided to act personally.

He would use his Divine Thought to carefully examine the child's physical structure and Soul Origin.

How powerful was a Saint King's Divine Thought?

It was omnipresent and subtle.

He was confident that he could see through all the child's secrets, inside and out, without harming him in the slightest.

“Buzz...”

An invisible yet vast Divine Thought power emanated from Saint King Kurong's glabella.

An invisible net silently enveloped Li Changsheng, who was squatting on the arena drawing circles.

Closer.

Even closer.

His Divine Thought touched Li Changsheng's red bellyband.

Saint King Kurong's expression grew even more focused; he had even “seen” Li Changsheng's fair and chubby little arms.

It was done.

But just as his Divine Thought was about to touch Li Changsheng's neck.

The collar pendant, which everyone had always considered an ordinary accessory, even somewhat gaudy in style, suddenly emitted an extremely faint red light.

The red light was not dazzling.

It was even a bit dim.

But the moment this red light illuminated, an aura as if from the primordial Great Desolation spread forth.

Emperors Might.

The purest, supreme Emperors Might.

This aura was not directed at anyone.

It was like a sleeping divine Dragon disturbed, accidentally turning over.

Yet, even so, this accidental wisp of aura caused the entire world to tremble.

The city-protecting formation above Tianjiao City hummed under immense strain.

Countless Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a strong pressure on their Divine Souls at this moment.

Their Souls trembled deep within, giving rise to an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

And Saint King Kurong, who bore the brunt of it, endured unimaginable pressure.

His vast Saint King Divine Thought instantly dissolved completely the moment it touched that Emperors Might.

“Pfft!”

Saint King Kurong let out a painful groan, his body uncontrollably flying back several hundred zhang.

Crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on his usually calm face.

He forcefully stabilized himself, his turbid old eyes fixed on the small pagoda pendant on Li Changsheng's neck, which had returned to normal, his eyes filled with dread.

He tremblingly raised his finger, pointing in that direction.

His voice was hoarse and trembling with shock.

“Emperor... Emperor Armament!”

“He... he actually wears a complete Emperor Armament as... as a collar around his neck!”

This roar exhausted all his strength.

But it also caused a huge shock in everyone's hearts.

Dead silence.

Emperor Armament?!

The collar hanging around that toddler's neck was actually an Emperor Armament?!

What kind of joke was this?

An Emperor Armament is a supreme divine object forged by a Great Emperor, dedicating their entire life's effort and integrating their own Great Dao Law into it.

Each one possesses terrifying power capable of suppressing the Luck of an era.

It is the ultimate foundation of an immortal Legacy.

Such legendary items, let alone seeing them, many people had never even heard of them.

And now, someone was telling them that such a world-shaking divine object was being worn as a child's ornament, hanging around his neck?

Absurd.

Outrageous.

A complete farce.

However, these words came from the mouth of a Saint King expert.

No one would doubt their authenticity.

“Swish!”

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

At the very top of the spectator stands, in the area exclusive to top-tier forces.

Whether it was the Imperial Lord of the Yuhua Dynasty, or the Holy Lords and Patriarchs of Purple Mansion Holy Land, Chaos Holy Land, and the Ancient Ji Family.

At this moment, all the experts who had lived for thousands of years and were usually composed, made the same move simultaneously.

Everyone abruptly stood up from their seats.

They all stared intently at Li Changsheng on the arena.

The disdain and doubt in their eyes were gone.

Only shock, fanaticism, and greed remained.

And... deep apprehension.