552: Chapter 552 Bullying!

[The corners of your mouth curled up as you raised your hand to counter-grip—]

[A surge of True Essence ten times more vast than Fang Chen's erupted, acting like an invisible giant hand that instantly seized that massive claw and shattered it inch by inch, as if it were made of paper.]

[Fang Chen's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: "You... you are also a Great Grandmaster?"]

[Before his voice could fade, you raised your hand.]

[Even more majestic True Essence poured from your palm, transforming into a True Essence dragon shadow. The dragon's body was dozens of zhang long, its scales and claws clearly defined, its roar shaking the heavens as it whistled toward Fang Chen.]

[Fang Chen's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his True Essence shield. True Essence swirled around him, condensing into a faint curtain of light.]

[Bang—!]

[The dragon shadow slammed into the shield with a thunderous explosion, making the entire Formation tremble slightly.]

[Fang Chen was sent flying, crashing heavily into the Formation's light shield. Seeing stars, he slid down the light wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.]

[You didn't kill him because today was your wedding day, and a death would be inauspicious.]

[But a lesson still had to be taught.]

[Without even glancing at Fang Chen, you stood with your hands behind your back, your voice flat and emotionless:]

["Next!"]

[A deathly silence fell over the courtyard.]

[The guests' mouths hung open as they stood there dazed.]

["How is this possible? Defeating a Great Grandmaster in a single move?"]

["What was that move just now? It looked a bit like Xiao Tianci's Formless Divine Art?"]

["No, it wasn't the Formless Divine Art... it was much more exquisite than that."]

[Fang Chen knelt on the ground, his head bowed, muttering repeatedly, "Impossible... impossible... how can this be..."]

[He couldn't believe it.]

[In the path of the Martial Dao, he was at least one of the top geniuses.]

[Those who could defeat him had, without exception, all gone to cultivate.]

[But now, he hadn't even lasted a single move.]

[He suddenly let out a desolate, miserable laugh: "Hahaha... I'm a piece of trash, I'm a damn piece of trash... waah..."]

[Kuang Tianyou sighed and walked over to help him up.]

[Fang Chen was helped to the side, slumping on the ground like a puddle of mud, as if he had lost his soul, constantly chuckling bitterly.]

[Emperor Xiao Rui frowned: "No wonder you're so fearless; it turns out you are also a Great Grandmaster."]

[He smiled, stepped into the Formation, and waved his hand casually: "Come then, let me see how you intend to defeat me."]

[Murong Zhaozhao shook her head on the side, her hand to her forehead: "Idiot."]

[All the guests stared at the Formation, filled with anticipation.]

[At one of the tables sat Acting Pavilion Master Meng Duoduo's family and Zhao Gang's family, all old acquaintances from Longyang Town.]

[Meng Hao looked at his sister: "Sister, do you regret it? Not agreeing to the marriage alliance with the Qin Family back then."]

[Acting Pavilion Master Meng Duoduo smiled faintly: "So what if he's a Great Grandmaster? The upper limit of the Martial Dao is ultimately inferior to cultivation. In my eyes, his progress as a Great Grandmaster has already reached its end."]

[Zhao Xu cut in with a smile: "Junior Sister Meng, you're not getting any younger. Don't you plan on finding a Dao Companion?"]

[Acting Pavilion Master Meng Duoduo said seriously: "The husband I seek must be a heaven-sent talent."]

[She paused and looked at Song Yang: "Someone like Senior Brother Song Yang, for example."]

[Zhao Xu stifled a laugh: "Senior Brother Song Yang? Hahaha..."]

[He shook his head and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: "Some people have no chance to marry up, fear losing out by marrying down, aren't satisfied with marrying an equal, and fear being nagged if they don't marry. They admire the strong but don't strengthen themselves; they are parasitic rather than symbiotic, and they are mediocre without self-awareness."]

[Acting Pavilion Master Meng Duoduo's face darkened, but she didn't respond—she was very clear about what she needed, so she never cared about what others thought.]

[Everyone's eyes were fixed intently on the inside of the Formation.]

[They couldn't understand—how could someone without the Aptitude for cultivation fight a Golden Core Cultivator?]

[Inside the Formation, Emperor Xiao Rui raised his hand.]

[A crimson Flying Sword shot out from his sleeve, its blade wrapped in wisps of flame, trailing a scorching wake through the air as it pierced toward you with a sharp whistling sound.]

[Before the sword even arrived, a heatwave rushed toward your face.]

[Without even batting an eye, you casually raised your hand.]

[A golden light shot from your palm, fast as lightning—the immortal binding rope.]

[The golden light transformed into a spirit snake in mid-air, nimbly bypassing the Chixiao Sword and lunging straight for Emperor Xiao Rui.]

[His expression changed, and he tried to dodge, but that golden light was incredibly fast, wrapping around his body in the blink of an eye.]

[One loop, two loops, three loops.]

[Emperor Xiao Rui was bound tightly, like a wooden post, unable to move.]

[The Chixiao Sword lost control and fell to the ground with a 'clang,' its flames instantly extinguished and its blade turning dull.]

[Emperor Xiao Rui's face turned ashen as he struggled desperately.]

[But the immortal binding rope tightened further and further, suppressing his cultivation base so completely that he couldn't even muster his spiritual power.]

["You... what kind of Magic Treasure is this?" his voice trembled.]

[You walked over slowly and said coldly:]

["Unworthy, right?"]

[As you spoke, you raised your hand and delivered a slap.]

[Slap!]

[It was crisp and loud, and five red marks immediately appeared on his face.]

[Emperor Xiao Rui was slapped to one side, and before he could recover, you delivered another slap with your backhand.]

[Slap!]

[Emperor Xiao Rui was sent flying, flipping twice in the air before slamming hard into the Formation's light wall and sliding to the ground.]

[He lay on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, half of his face swollen high as he stared at you with eyes full of disbelief.]

[The entire venue was deathly silent.]

[A moment later, an uproar broke out in the courtyard.]

["What kind of Magic Treasure is that? Why have I never seen it before?"]

["Indeed, it's fast as lightning; it's definitely no ordinary treasure."]

["Could it be that Cheng Rongrong gave it to him?"]

["How did he activate it? Could it be that he also has a Golden Core cultivation base?"]

[Meng Hao looked at Zhao Xu: "Brother Zhao, have you seen this Magic Treasure of Brother Qin's before?"]

[Zhao Xu shook his head: "Never seen it. I suspect Senior Sister Cheng must have given it to him."]

[Upon hearing this, Acting Pavilion Master Meng Duoduo's eyes lit up, and she felt a secret surge of excitement—if she married Senior Brother Song Yang, would he also give her a Magic Treasure like this?]

[These people naturally did not recognize the Spirit Treasure 'immortal binding rope.']

[Without reaching the Soul Transformation stage, one cannot perceive the Law Power contained within a Spirit Treasure—they couldn't even see the invisible Law Power, so how could they distinguish between a Magic Treasure and a Spirit Treasure?]

[You did this simply because you didn't want to waste time.]

[Although it was a bit like bullying.]

[You looked at Emperor Xiao Rui expressionlessly: "Now, am I worthy?"]

[Emperor Xiao Rui's face was ashen as he struggled desperately, but like a Mortal, he was completely helpless.]

[He said with a cold face: "What kind of capability is this? This treasure was given to you by Senior Sister Cheng, wasn't it?"]

["What does it matter who gave it to me?" You shook your head and smiled. "Aren't treasures also a part of one's strength?"]

[Song Yang smiled and shook his head: "Exactly, don't you also use the Magic Treasure Chixiao Sword?"]

["That's right!" Song Yu smiled broadly. "Magic Treasures are also one of the methods used by us Cultivators."]

[Murong Zhaozhao said with a cold face: "Fools! How can there be such fools as you?"]

[Emperor Xiao Rui's face flushed with anger: "There's still a third round, don't get too smug!"]

["A Literary Duel, is it?" With a wave of your hand, the immortal binding rope turned into golden light, flew back into your palm, and vanished. "Who's next?"]

[As Emperor Xiao Rui felt his power return to his body, he thought back to the sensation from just now, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.]

[He clutched his swollen face, walked to the side, and looked at Kuang Tianyou: "Are you confident?"]

[Kuang Tianyou nodded confidently: "I might not be certain when it comes to Spell Duels or martial arts contests. But in a Literary Duel, I naturally have no fear of him."]

["Good, it's all up to you." Emperor Xiao Rui lowered his voice. "As long as you defeat him, that thing will be yours."]}],