402: Chapter 402 Being strong enough means you can do whatever you want

Ji Mitai stood in the corner, maintaining an expression of "disbelief," yet a complex glint flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head and thought to himself: As expected, even our own Old Ancestor cannot defeat him.

It seems that siding with them... might truly be the right choice.

Shi Yunyu's eyes shimmered with brilliance.

She saw it clearly: Ling Hao's suppression just now not only shattered Ji Xuanming's own attack but also directly broke the reinforcing power of the thirty-six central array points of the Nine Peaks Heaven-Sealing Array, all without damaging the central points themselves!

The former, that destructive force, was almost equivalent to a full-power strike from a Mahayana level six!

The latter was a display of meticulous control over power.

Combining the two, the combat power of this Supreme Moonshadow was at least comparable to a Mahayana level six, nearing a Mahayana level seven, and he possessed complete mastery over his own power.

Remembering what Ling Hao had said earlier, "Perhaps not as weak as you imagine," a strange emotion stirred in her heart for the man before her.

Was it anticipation? And also...

Ling Hao withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked down at Ji Xuanming, who was kneeling before him.

Then he took a step and walked slowly closer.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. He stopped in front of him.

Ling Hao looked down at him, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Teach them a lesson?"

"Slap!"

A resounding slap struck hard across Ji Xuanming's face!

Ji Xuanming was knocked sideways to the ground, half his face instantly swelling up, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth!

The entire audience gasped.

Oh my god!

In my entire life, to think I would actually see a high and mighty Mahayana Supreme get slapped in the face?!

This is simply... this is simply more absurd than a dream!

Ling Hao withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent:

"With me, their Revered Master, present here, is it your place to teach them a lesson?"

"Also, what did you say just now?"

Ji Xuanming lay on the ground, trembling all over. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of humiliation and resentment, the bright red handprint on his face clearly visible.

"You—! How dare you insult this sovereign like this!"

"Do not think that just because you can defeat me, you are all that, and can do whatever you want. You must know that there is always someone better, and a mountain higher than another. In the Central Plains..."

Ling Hao looked down at him.

"Insult you?"

"Slap!"

Another slap struck the other side of his face!

Now both sides are symmetrical.

Ling Hao leaned down slightly and whispered teasingly,

"Sorry, being strong means I can do whatever I want! For example..."

"Slap!"

Another slap struck his left cheek!

"Slap!"

Another slap struck his right cheek!

Ling Hao withdrew his hand and looked down at him.

"But I think you won't be able to grasp this Concept."

"Come."

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

Ji Xuanming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

He lowered his head, gritting his teeth tightly, his whole body trembling as he hid the killing intent almost spilling from his eyes.

Ling Hao straightened up, his gaze sweeping across the scene, his voice as cold as frost:

"Is there anyone else who wants to spar?"

No one dared to respond.

The entire place was silent.

In mid-air, Shi Qingxuan's face was as cold as frost, her eyes filled with a hint of anger.

Her gaze swept over those Disciples who had been clamoring just moments ago,

"Where are the Discipline Disciples?"

"Here!"

Dozens of figures darted out from the crowd, all dressed in dark cyan uniforms, with the mountain-shaped emblem of the White Rock Holy Land embroidered on their chests—Discipline Hall Disciples!

Shi Qingxuan raised a hand and pointed forward,

"Those who just uttered filthy words outside the hall and incited internal strife—take them all down!"

At her command, the Discipline Hall Disciples pounced on the crowd like wolves and tigers!

Zhang Chengyue was slumped on the ground when suddenly someone pressed down on his shoulders from behind, and he was hoisted up!

"What are you doing?! Let me go!"

He struggled in terror, only to find that his internal Qi was instantly sealed.

A Discipline Disciple kicked him in the back of the knee, and he fell to his knees with a thud, a cold voice ringing in his ears:

"The Discipline Hall is at work, behave yourself!"

The other dozens of people, those Ji Family Disciples who had been the loudest, were also pressed to the ground, unable to move.

Shi Qingxuan looked at Ji Wujiu,

"Grand Elder, did you hear those filthy words outside the hall just now?"

Ji Wujiu's expression changed slightly, and he struggled to climb up from the ground. He was still injured, but he couldn't care about the pain right now, and braced himself to say:

"The Disciples are young and impulsive, their words were inappropriate..."

"Inappropriate words?"

Shi Qingxuan interrupted him.

Her gaze was like a knife, sweeping over the Disciples being held down, each word ringing clearly throughout the entire scene.

"Slandering my Revered Master and Supreme Moonshadow, inciting internal strife, and sowing discord between the two Sects—is this what you call inappropriate words?"

Those Disciples turned pale and trembled.

After a pause, Shi Qingxuan issued a direct order.

"As for the ringleaders who incited this, cripple their cultivation, expel them from the Sect, and they shall never be allowed to enter the White Rock Holy Land again!"

"No—!"

Zhang Chengyue shrieked miserably, "Sect Master, spare me! Sect Master, spare me! I... I didn't... I am not..."

Before he could finish, a Discipline Disciple struck his Dantian with a palm!

Pfft—

He spewed a mouthful of blood, his entire person instantly wilting, his aura dissipating like smoke.

His cultivation was crippled again.

The others were also crippled and dragged away like dead dogs.

As Zhang Chengyue was dragged away, a flash of relief crossed his face.

His life, at least, was saved.

Because previously, Ji Mitai had given them a guarantee.

Even if they were crippled and expelled from the Sect, they could change their identities and get back in!

They still had a chance!

But what Zhang Chengyue did not know was—

As they were being dragged away, Shi Qingxuan secretly sent a voice transmission to a trusted Elder.

"Those few whose cultivation was crippled... dispose of them cleanly."

The trusted Elder nodded slightly and quietly withdrew.

Shi Qingxuan looked at the remaining Disciples who had participated in spreading the rumors and said coldly:

"As for the others who participated in spreading rumors, punish them by sending them to the Cold Abyss Cave—"

"To reflect for three years."

Once these words were spoken, those Disciples' faces turned as white as paper!

The Cold Abyss Cave—the harshest place of punishment in the Holy Land!

It is covered in black ice all year round, the cold seeps into the bones, and the pain of it devouring the body is like being sliced by a thousand knives!

Come out after one year, and you are no longer human; after two years, your cultivation regresses; after three years, your Foundation is completely destroyed;

But they dared not beg for mercy, and could only kneel down, trembling, and kowtow to accept their punishment.

Shi Qingxuan withdrew her gaze, her expression as calm as water.

She had always upheld justice and never practiced favoritism.

But this time—the one slandered was her mother! It was impossible for her to be completely unperturbed.

Furthermore... those people also involved the Moon Shadow Holy Land, which concerned the life and death of the White Rock Province.

Yes, that's right. That is just how it is.

Shi Qingxuan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and her gaze swept across the scene.

"That is all for today. Tomorrow at the Hour of the Dragon, we shall discuss the alliance matters again."

Given the situation today, discussing business was impossible.

Ji Xuanming said nothing; he raised his hand to wipe away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and flicked his sleeves as he left.

His expression was frighteningly gloomy, and the resentment in his eyes almost solidified into substance.

Kneeling in public—if he didn't avenge this insult, what face would he, Ji Xuanming, have to stand in this world?!

But thinking of Ling Hao's effortless suppression just now, a chill surged in his heart again.

That guy was able to defeat him so effortlessly... just how strong was he?

If he wanted revenge... he could only...