221: Chapter 221 The Palace Master transforms into a brainless sycophant, the Immortal Venerable sets out to quell the rebellion.

Inside the main hall, there was dead silence.

Those few Elders who had been incessantly questioning Su Yun just moments ago...

Were now all slumped on the ground, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.

Like fish out of water, they gasped for breath, their eyes looking at Su Yun with endless fear.

Merely a single wisp of flame, which hadn't even come close to them...

Had made these Nine Heavens Profound Immortal and Immortal Lord level experts unable to even conceive the thought of resistance, their Divine Souls nearly incinerated on the spot!

What kind of overbearing, what kind of terrifying power was this?!

They finally understood that their "rational" analysis and advice from earlier...

Were how ridiculous, how... foolish in the face of absolute strength.

Grand Elder Bing Yun, though not as pathetic as the others, also had a pale face, barely supporting herself to keep from kneeling.

She endured that terrifying pressure that would make even an Immortal Emperor look twice.

Looking at the man with golden flames dancing on his fingertips and an indifferent expression, a shock more violent than a raging sea surged in her heart.

She finally understood why her Palace Master would so wholeheartedly nestle in this man's arms.

This kind of Divine Might, these kinds of methods, had long exceeded her understanding of a "strong expert."

This was simply not a power that a Mortal could possess!

This was... a God!

A True God... walking among men!

The last trace of luck and rationality in her heart was completely shattered at this moment.

With difficulty, she turned her head and placed her final hope on Luo Bingyan.

In a voice bordering on pleading, she said tremblingly, "Palace Master... you... please quickly persuade this Young Master..."

"He... he is being so impulsive, our Sect... our Sect will truly be beyond redemption!"

In her view, although Su Yun was incredibly powerful, two fists were no match for four hands after all.

The allied forces of those four major Sects were no pushovers, not to mention there might be shadows of Upper Realm forces behind them.

If anything were to happen to Su Yun, then their Extreme Cold Immortal Palace would truly be finished.

However, the scene she expected of Luo Bingyan speaking up to stop him did not appear.

Facing the Grand Elder's tearful plea, Luo Bingyan only gave her a faint glance—a look that was cold and carried a hint of... disappointment.

Then, she performed an action that made everyone present nearly have their eyes pop out.

Moving with elegant steps, she walked to Su Yun's side without the slightest hesitation.

Then, in front of everyone, like a docile and obedient kitten, she took the initiative to link her arm with Su Yun's.

She leaned her beautiful head gently against Su Yun's shoulder.

In those ice-blue Phoenix eyes, there was not the slightest worry or intent to stop him, only a kind of nearly blind, fanatical worship.

She looked up at the Elders who were slumped on the ground with incredulous faces, and spoke slowly in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Senior Brother's words are a Divine Decree."

"He said he would exterminate the nine generations of those four Sects."

"Then, not a single Soul will be left alive."

Boom!!!

Their worldviews were shattered once again.

If the terrifying strength Su Yun displayed earlier made them feel awe...

Then at this moment, Luo Bingyan's "brainless husband-protecting" remarks left them completely stunned, doubting their very lives.

Was... was this still their cold, aloof Palace Master who had severed her seven emotions and six desires, valuing the Sect's reputation more than life itself?!

Why did it feel like... she had been completely brainwashed?

"Senior Brother"?

This form of address allowed Grand Elder Bing Yun to catch a key piece of information.

She suddenly remembered that her Palace Master seemed to have resolutely shattered the Void Realm to go to the Upper Realm years ago just to find a long-lost Senior Brother.

Could it be...

Could it be that this unfathomable Young Master before her was...

A thought that she herself found absurd, yet seemed to be the only logical explanation, grew wildly in Bing Yun's heart.

Looking at the completely dumbfounded Elders in the hall and her Palace Master's "whatever my husband says goes" appearance...

Bing Yun gave a bitter smile, knowing that any further words of persuasion would be redundant.

In the face of absolute strength and the Palace Master's bottomless pressure, they, the so-called "upper management," had no room for negotiation at all.

She struggled to stand up from the ground and gave Su Yun a deep bow.

"It was... it was the Disciples who were blind and shortsighted."

"Please... please forgive us, Young Master."

Having said that, she took out an ice-blue Jade Slip from her robes and, with trembling hands, respectfully handed it over.

"This... this is the most detailed map of those four major Sects, as well as the distribution of their Sect arrays' nodes... though it might not be of any use to you, Young Master..."

Su Yun glanced at the Jade Slip but did not take it.

He just indifferently looked at the Elders on the ground who were still playing dead.

"The map is fine."

"But, I want them to see it with their own eyes."

"To see how the 'invincibility' in their eyes turns to ashes like dust before me."

Su Yun's words brooked no doubt.

What he wanted was not just revenge.

What he wanted was to completely shatter the pathetic pride and stubbornness in these women's hearts, making them understand a truth from the depths of their Souls.

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish.

"Yes!"

Bing Yun's heart tightened, not daring to disobey in the slightest, and she immediately relayed Su Yun's "Divine Decree."

A moment later.

Before the dilapidated mountain gate of the Extreme Cold Immortal Palace.

With a wave of Su Yun's hand, that domineering and luxurious nine-dragon chariot appeared out of thin air, hovering in mid-air and emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

He called out Luo Bingyan, Grand Elder Bing Yun, and those few Elders who had shouted the loudest before to accompany him.

Looking at those nine ferocious dragon heads emitting the aura of an Immortal King, the legs of those few Elders who had just climbed up from the ground went weak, almost making them kneel again.

Using... using Immortal King level Flood Dragons to pull a carriage?!

How... how extravagant was this?! How... overbearing?!

They no longer dared to have any doubts, each of them trembling as they boarded the carriage, shrinking into the corners, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Luo Bingyan, as a matter of course, nestled by Su Yun's side and personally poured him a cup of immortal tea brewed with the Extreme Cold Immortal Palace's most precious "Ten Thousand Year Ice Heart."

In her eyes, killing intent and tenderness flickered and intertwined.

"Target: Mad Thunder Demon Sect."

Su Yun took the teacup, took a light sip, and calmly gave the command.

"Roar—!"

The nine Flood Dragons let out a world-shaking roar, pulling the incredibly luxurious carriage, turning into a bolt of black lightning, instantly taking to the sky and crushing toward the nearest Mad Thunder Demon Sect!

...

Half an hour later.

Above the mountain gate of the Mad Thunder Demon Sect.

The nine-dragon chariot, like an ancient divine mountain descending from the heavens, arrived here carrying endless pressure.

Below, the Mad Thunder Demon Sect was currently a scene of joy and celebration, decorated with lanterns and streamers.

Countless Demon Sect Disciples were holding a victory banquet on the Sect square, reveling and drinking wildly, celebrating the massive amount of resources and beautiful female cultivators plundered from the Extreme Cold Immortal Palace.

The Sect Master, Wild Thunder Immortal Master, was drinking until his face was flushed red, holding two female Disciples captured from the Extreme Cold Immortal Palace, his hands wandering all over them as he laughed wantonly.

"Hahahaha! Satisfying! Truly satisfying!"

"Those little chicks from the Extreme Cold Immortal Palace usually act all high and mighty like Saintesses, but who would have thought that in bed, they scream louder than anyone!"

"Once we've digested this batch of resources, we'll go and smash that turtle shell in their back mountain. When that time comes, the entire Extreme Cold Immortal Palace will be ours!"

Just as he was getting carried away with his success.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, causing the clamor on the entire square to instantly come to a halt.

Everyone looked up in horror.

They saw an incredibly massive and ferocious nine-dragon chariot quietly hovering above their heads.

Su Yun stood at the very front of the carriage, hands behind his back, looking down at the group of still-dazed ants below with indifferent eyes.

He didn't say a single word of nonsense.

He only slowly raised his right hand, gathered vast spiritual energy, and struck down with a palm toward the foul Demon Sect below!

"Boom!"

A golden giant palm that covered the sky instantly formed in the air, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, and suppressed the Mad Thunder Demon Sect with a vengeance!

"No—!"

"What... what is that?!"

The Old Ancestor of the Mad Thunder Demon Sect, whose cultivation had reached the Half-step Immortal Monarch realm, was the first to sense this terrifying aura that could make his Soul Fly Away and Spirit Scatter.

He rushed out from the secret room of his secluded cultivation into the sky in terror, letting out a shrill scream.

"What sacred being dares to invade my Mad Thunder Demon Sect?!"

"Are you not afraid that 'That Great Person' will punish you?!"