255: Chapter 255 Quasi-Emperor Level Expert Appears

The golden rainbow formed by that drop of Great Emperor Heavenly Phoenix's emperors blood was like a blazing sun falling into the mortal world, carrying an immensely dense pressure of the Emperor Dao, slamming directly into a patch of ruins on the east side of Beiming City.

"Boom—"

The golden light exploded, instantly scorching the ground within a hundred zhang red-hot, evaporating all the accumulated snow to reveal charred soil and shattered foundation stones.

The emperors blood hovered in the center of that scorched earth, rotating slowly like a beating heart, each pulsation causing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to tremble.

Yet, at this moment, no one dared to move.

Everyone's gaze fell upon the figure in green robes mid-air.

Shen Qingyuan stood in the air with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his green robes fluttering gently in the cold wind.

Beside him were Luo Qingyue, Old Turtle, and Xu Jianan, while Jiang Yan stood not far away with his hands behind his back, a gleam flowing in his crimson eyes, and an undisguised curve hanging at the corner of his mouth.

In Beiming City, those Cultivators who had originally rushed toward the emperors blood in a scramble now abruptly halted their steps.

Some hovered in mid-air, some stood on the edge of the ruins, and some lurked in the shadows, but not a single person dared to take another step forward.

In the silence, an invisible pressure spread like a tide, making it hard for people to breathe.

Finally, a white-haired elder of the Saint King Realm stepped out from the crowd.

He was thin and withered, wearing a faded grey robe, with a token engraved with a pine pattern hanging from his waist, evidently an Old Ancestor of a force in the Northern Plains.

He looked at Shen Qingyuan with a grave gaze, his lips moved, and finally, he cupped his hands, his tone carrying a hint of probing and respect: "Is this Fellow Daoist... the same person who suppressed the three Saints and subdued two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets in the Cangming Mansion just now?"

Once these words were spoken, a series of suppressed gasps sounded all around.

Suppressed three Saints? Subdued two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets?

These words were like molten iron, poured onto the hearts of every Cultivator present.

Although they had felt the terrifying fluctuations coming from the Cangming Mansion from afar, the array of the Cangming Clan had shrouded it, so many people were unclear about who had made the move.

Now, hearing this, that shock still made many people's Faces turn pale.

Shen Qingyuan tilted his head to look at the elder and nodded slightly, "Why, do you want this emperors blood?"

The Grey-Robed Elder was silent for a moment.

Although he wanted to say something like "The emperors blood is an item of the Northern Plains; Your Excellency is an outsider and should not monopolize it," looking at those calm, waveless eyes, those words seemed to freeze, stuck in his throat and unable to be spat out.

The person before him was a peerless expert capable of suppressing the three Saint Kings of the Cangming Clan alone, and his own strength was only on par with Cangming Chiguang; naturally, he did not have the strength to arm-wrestle with this person.

Besides, since the Cangming Clan had lost, did that not mean those two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets had fallen into this person's hands?

This person already possessed strength not inferior to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, and now with two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets assisting, this was not someone he could provoke.

I fear that even if those ancient Emperor clans from the Central Plains came, they would have to give this person some Face.

No matter how precious the emperors blood was, it could only cultivate one Quasi-Emperor; offending three Quasi-Emperor Realm combat forces for it was not worth it.

He coughed dryly and cupped his hands, saying: "I was presumptuous just now; I ask the Venerable One to forgive my sin."

As he spoke, he glanced at the emperors blood and continued: "The emperors blood is a spiritual item of Heaven and Earth; naturally, it is obtained by those with affinity. Since the Venerable One has an affinity with this emperors blood, I naturally will not covet it."

When the Grey-Robed Elder finished speaking, the area around the ruins fell into a suppressed silence once again.

No one thought he was shameful.

Those who could cultivate to the Saint King Realm in Beiming City were all extremely cunning; the commotion Shen Qingyuan had caused in the Cangming Mansion was so great that everyone present had sensed that terrifying fluctuation to some degree.

Suppressing three Saints with one palm, capturing Quasi-Emperor Puppets with two hands.

Just these two points were enough to make over ninety percent of the Cultivators in the Northern Plains give up the thought of competing.

But just when everyone thought the ownership of this emperors blood had been settled, a dull roar suddenly came from the horizon.

The sound came from afar and approached; at first, it was like thunder, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a crushing momentum like the collapse of the firmament, pressing down so hard that the ground of the entire Beiming City trembled slightly.

The roofs on the edge of the ruins where the snow had not yet melted even shook off a layer of white frost in unison.

Everyone's expression changed.

The Grey-Robed Elder was the first to look up, a flash of undisguised gravity in his turbid old eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "This aura... it is a Quasi-Emperor!"

One sentence caused the crowd around the ruins to instantly boil over.

"Quasi-Emperor?! A Quasi-Emperor has actually arrived?!"

"There hasn't been a Quasi-Emperor in the Northern Plains for thousands of years!"

"This aura... so ancient; I wonder who it is..."

"To think, a single drop of emperors blood has actually attracted a Quasi-Emperor expert?!"

Some had trembling voices, some subconsciously retreated, and some even gripped their Magical Artifacts directly, their Faces as pale as paper, so nervous that their breathing became ragged.

When that figure appeared on the horizon, the light of the entire sky seemed to dim for a moment.

It was an extremely ancient figure, thin and withered, wrapped in a tattered dark grey robe.

His Face was almost entirely covered by hanging grey-white hair, revealing only a pair of eyes so turbid that the pupils were almost invisible, with deep-set eye sockets like two dried-up caves.

Yet, that pair of eyes, which seemed to lack any vitality, was currently looking down from above at the scorched ruins below, the gaze fixed directly on that drop of floating golden emperors blood.

That Quasi-Emperor Realm pressure spread out without any concealment, diffusing outward in layers like a tide; wherever it passed, the charred gravel on the ground began to vibrate slightly, and it felt as if invisible ice needles were slowly moving through the air.

"Great Emperor Heavenly Phoenix's emperors blood... good stuff!"

The elder's voice was hoarse, carrying dryness and stiffness.

"To think that after thousands of years, at this time when my deadline is approaching, I, Quasi-Emperor, can still have such an Opportunity!"

"Quasi-Emperor?!"

The Grey-Robed Elder's voice suddenly rose, and he subconsciously took half a step back, his eyes fixed on the ancient figure wrapped in the dark grey robe in the sky, shock that could not be concealed surging in the depths of his pupils.

"That number one vicious person of the Northern Plains from ten thousand years ago? Isn't he long dead?!"

Once these words were spoken, the already deathly silent air around the ruins was broken.

The expressions of countless Cultivators changed from suspicion to paleness, and then from paleness to ashen grey; even those Saint King Realm experts lurking in the shadows could not help but grip the Magical Artifacts in their sleeves, their knuckles creaking.

Quasi-Emperor.

This name in the Northern Plains was enough to stop a three-year-old child from crying and make a hundred-year-old Cultivator unable to sleep at night.

Ten thousand years ago, the Northern Plains did not yet have the scattered situation of various heroes vying for power as it did now; at that time, the entire Northern Plains had only one hegemon-level force—the Myriad Saint Palace.

Back then, the Myriad Saint Palace dominated the Northern Plains with the powerful strength of over a dozen Venerables and hundreds of Saints.

The Myriad Saint Palace at that time was not in the slightest weaker than the ancient Emperor clans of the Central Plains.

But it was this very massive force that eventually collapsed because of Quasi-Emperor.

This person realized the Dao through killing, slaughtering his way up from a humble Loose Cultivator; he killed peer Cultivators, he killed Senior elders, and he killed fellow disciples.

Even the top Holy Land of the Northern Plains at the time was uprooted by him with a single sword, rivers of blood flowing and bones forming mountains.

He never asked for reasons when killing, nor did he reason with others; it was all based on a single thought.

He killed when happy, he killed when unhappy, and he killed just the same when his mood was neutral.

Cultivators in the Northern Plains at that time would feel their legs go weak just hearing the two words "Quasi-Emperor".

Later, the Myriad Saint Palace sent out experts to hunt down Quasi-Emperor.

Subsequently, this vicious person vanished without a trace.

Some rumored that the Myriad Saint Palace's Quasi-Emperor Realm Old Ancestor had made a move and erased him.

But not long after, the Myriad Saint Palace erupted in internal strife, and the dignified hegemon force collapsed overnight.

Now, no one expected that they would actually be able to see Quasi-Emperor again!