89: My Godly Father (20)

Everyone's eyes simultaneously turned toward the entrance of the martial arts arena.

They saw a figure hobbling inside.

He was dressed in rags, his face weathered, and on his back was a rusty, Broken Sword missing a section.

The person who arrived was The Cripple.

Low whispers erupted among the crowd.

"Who is this person? A cripple?"

"Is he crazy? How dare he speak to a Spirit King of the Cangyun Imperial Family in that tone at a time like this?"

"I think it's not just his leg that's crippled, but his mind too. So arrogant—no wonder someone broke his leg."

The crowd looked at him as if he were a lunatic courting death.

In mid-air, the face of the Imperial Family Spirit King instantly darkened.

He, a dignified Spirit King and Guardian of the Cangyun Imperial Family, was being publicly provoked by The Cripple.

The majesty of the Imperial Family must not be violated.

"Kill him."

He couldn't be bothered to act personally, so he coldly spat out three words.

As the order was given, several Spirit Transformation Realm experts who were guarding the surroundings instantly transformed into streaks of light, pouncing on The Cripple from different directions.

"The Cripple is dead for sure."

Everyone thought the same.

Facing this fatal siege, The Cripple simply stood still.

He didn't even look up at the people pouncing on him.

Surprise rose in everyone's hearts.

He's not running? Is he paralyzed with fear?

Just as the attacks of those Spirit Transformation Realm experts were about to land on him.

The Cripple moved.

He made no earth-shattering move; he merely drew the Broken Sword from his back.

Then, he casually swung it.

The next moment, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded.

The bodies of those Spirit Transformation Realm experts suddenly stiffened in mid-air, then plummeted straight down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With several dull thuds, they hit the ground, completely silent.

A thin line of blood appeared across the neck of every person.

One sword strike, and several Spirit Transformation Realm experts were annihilated.

The entire venue fell silent.

The Cripple did not stop; he continued hobbling toward the direction of the martial arts stage.

The Golden Armored Guards and Imperial Family masters blocking his path retreated in terror, seemingly afraid.

With every step he took, his invisible Sword Intent spread further.

Several more Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivators collapsed, clutching their necks before they could even scream.

The slaughter proceeded silently.

The Spirit King expert in mid-air had his pupils contract.

He couldn't sit still anymore.

"Audacious fiend!"

He roared, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

The next second, he appeared behind The Cripple, a shriveled hand carrying the space-tearing power of a Spirit King silently striking toward The Cripple's back.

A sneak attack.

A Spirit King Realm expert had actually chosen to launch a sneak attack.

It was as if The Cripple had eyes in the back of his head.

Without turning his head, he thrust the Broken Sword backward.

"Clang!"

A soft sound.

The Spirit King's guaranteed strike was blocked with absolute precision by the tip of the Broken Sword.

That power, enough to cleave mountains and break peaks, sank into the sea like a clay ox, failing to cause any ripple.

"You..."

The Spirit King was greatly alarmed.

He finally understood that The Cripple was no ordinary master.

"Everyone, quickly come and assist me!"

He let out a roar, and his figure rapidly retreated.

Following his command, powerful auras soared up from various parts of the Imperial City and descended.

They were all Spirit King Realm experts!

There were more than ten Spirit Kings in total, and some of them had auras far surpassing his, having reached the sixth layer of the Spirit King Realm or higher.

The entire top fighting force of the Cangyun Imperial Family had practically been mobilized.

Such a terrifying display left the spectators outside the arena weak-kneed and nearly suffocating.

Was this going to trigger a war between nations?

Facing a lineup powerful enough to destroy a mighty Sect, The Cripple merely lifted his eyelids.

"Too few people."

He shook his head, his tone full of disappointment.

"Tell that Old Ancestor of your Imperial Family, the one hiding in a coffin, to personally crawl out and kowtow."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in an uproar.

The dozen or so Spirit Kings were instantly enraged.

"Arrogance!"

"Courting death!"

"How dare you insult the Old Ancestor! You deserve ten thousand deaths!"

The Old Ancestor!

That was a supreme existence of the Earth Spirit Realm, the very heaven of the entire Cang Yun Empire!

This Cripple actually dared to speak such arrogant words, telling the Old Ancestor to crawl out and kowtow?

"Kill!"

The dozen or so Spirit Kings stopped wasting words and attacked simultaneously.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.

More than ten streams of Spirit King Power converged into a destructive torrent, crushing down toward The Cripple's location.

Facing this powerful strike, The Cripple simply raised the Broken Sword in his hand once more.

He swung it casually.

"Boom!"

The violent torrent of energy was split in two by an invisible Sword Qi, separating to both sides and pulverizing the distant stands and buildings.

The dozen or so Spirit Kings groaned in unison, their figures flying backward, each spitting out fresh blood, having suffered serious injuries.

"Quick! Activate the Nation-Protecting Grand Array!"

The leading Spirit King shouted.

As his voice fell, countless array patterns lit up across the ground of the entire Cangyun City.

Light shot into the sky, converging into a massive light barrier that enveloped the entire area.

A powerful might capable of suppressing all things emanated from the Grand Array.

"This array can suppress a Half-step Earth Spirit!"

"The Cripple, today is the day you die!"

With the augmentation of the Nation-Protecting Grand Array, those Spirit Kings regained their confidence and spoke arrogantly.

The Cripple looked at the Grand Array above his head, and an expression appeared on his face.

It was impatience.

"Noisy."

He uttered two words, and then, he swung his sword a third time.

A visible gray Sword Qi shot into the sky.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound echoed throughout Cangyun City.

The Nation-Protecting Grand Array, which was supposedly indestructible and capable of suppressing a Half-step Earth Spirit, was cleaved by the gray Sword Qi, leaving a massive rift.

Following that, it shattered completely.

"Pfft!"

All the Spirit Kings who were operating the Grand Array suffered heavy damage, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, their auras weakened.

The confidence on their faces turned into despair.

This person was too strong.

So strong that they couldn't even muster the will to resist.

"Quick... quickly go and invite the Old Ancestor!"

Someone, using their last shred of strength, shouted.

As soon as the words fell, an ancient and majestic aura awoke from the depths of the Imperial Palace.

"Who dares to act presumptuously in my Cang Yun territory!"

A figure arrived in an instant, appearing before everyone.

It was precisely the Old Ancestor of the Cang Yun Empire, an Earth Spirit Realm expert.

The moment he appeared, he prepared to strike and suppress the intruder.

But when his gaze landed on the hobbling figure, he froze.

He was once considered a Prodigy of his generation, and in the past, he was fortunate enough to follow a Prodigy from an Imperial Dynasty to attend a grand meeting, where he witnessed an astonishing figure he would never forget... The majesty of the Earth Spirit Realm expert instantly vanished, replaced by terror.

The Cripple merely glanced at him coldly.

"Plop."

The pillar of the Cang Yun Empire, the Old Ancestor who had lived for hundreds of years, just knelt down like that, his body trembling like chaff.

"You... you are..."

The Old Ancestor's lips trembled; he seemed to have recognized The Cripple's identity and wanted to say something.

The Cripple shot a cold glance.

The Old Ancestor immediately shut his mouth, swallowing the rest of his words.

The entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This person... alone... suppressed an entire nation!

...At the same time.

Eastern Region, elsewhere.

In front of the Soul Control Blessed Land mountain gate, space twisted violently.

A burly figure stepped out from within.

He was covered in blood, yet his aura was overwhelmingly domineering, like a War God emerging from a sea of blood.

His voice echoed through the clouds.

"Quan Family, Quan Batian."

"I have come to knock upon your mountain!"