The sky above Xuanjing City was torn apart by a pitch-black void fissure without any warning!
The rift stretched for thousands of zhang. Air currents surged madly, and terrifying spatial turbulence roared out, instantly shredding the clouds in its path!
At this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth throughout the entire Xuanjing City suddenly solidified, as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand!
In the next second, a white-haired figure dressed in a simple Daoist robe slowly stepped out of the rift.
Perfected Wucang stood with his hands behind his back above Xuanjing City. Golden Dao principles flowed around him, and the ten-thousand-year Sacred Wutong Fire burned silently by his side. Although he was but one person, he exuded a terrifying pressure that felt as though the heavens and earth were overturning.
The protective grand array of Xuanjing City instantly collapsed the moment this pressure descended!
The cultivators on the streets, regardless of their cultivation levels, all instantly fell to their knees under this pressure.
Those with low cultivation spat out blood, their souls trembling, lacking even the courage to look up at the sky.
Even the City Lord of Xuanjing City trembled like a leaf, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute despair.
"Ascension... Ascension Realm!!!"
"It's the Ascension Realm Patriarch of the Wutong Holy Land! Why would he come to Xuanjing City?!"
"A legendary ancient mighty figure?!"
"It's over! It's all over! The Patriarch has come personally, it must be because the master captured the Saintess! Xuanjing City is doomed!"
Despairing murmurs rose and fell, yet they were tightly suppressed in their throats by the pressure, reducing them to tiny whimpers. The entire Xuanjing City instantly plunged from bustling noise into a deathly silent ice cave.
...
Meanwhile.
In the bedroom of the blacksmith shop, Su Yao, who was being force-fed spiritual liquid, jolted violently the moment that familiar pressure descended. Her originally numb and dead phoenix eyes instantly burst with ecstatic light!
It's the Patriarch!
The Patriarch has really come to save her!
She abruptly turned her head and stared fixedly at Ye Chuan, her voice trembling uncontrollably from excitement.
"Huang Haotian! Did you hear that?! My Patriarch is here! The Patriarch has come personally! You're dead meat!!!"
"You humiliated me, killed the elders of my Holy Land, and devoured my Patriarch's origin aura. Today, your soul will surely be destroyed, and you will never be reincarnated!!!"
She gritted her teeth tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably. It wasn't fear, but the ecstasy of surviving a disaster, the gratification of soon seeing her enemy destroyed.
Ye Chuan, however, merely lifted his eyelids lazily, paying no mind to her madness.
He slapped her across the face, then slowly walked out. He glanced at the golden figure in the sky outside the window, a careless smile curving his lips.
"What's the rush? Even though your Patriarch is here, he might not be able to save you."
As his words fell, his figure blurred and instantly disappeared from the bedroom. In the next second, he stood on the air, appearing a hundred zhang across from Perfected Wucang.
One had chaotic black mist surging around him, his peak Mahayana Realm aura as steady as Mount Tai, not wavering in the slightest under the pressure of the Ascension Realm.
The other was surrounded by raging holy fire, radiating monstrous majesty. The Dao principles of the Ascension Realm swept across heaven and earth, his icy gaze locked onto the audacious junior before him.
The gaze of the entire Xuanjing City instantly focused on the two confronting each other in mid-air, everyone holding their breath.
"You are Huang Haotian?"
Perfected Wucang spoke first. His aged voice exploded like thunder, carrying world-destroying anger, yet forcibly suppressing a hint of probing.
Having lived for ten thousand years, what kind of genius hadn't he seen?
But never had there been a Mahayana Realm cultivator who could remain so composed under his pressure, let alone devour his Ascension Realm origin aura and forcefully resist his Dao principle attacks.
Such a monster absolutely could not have popped out of nowhere. There must be a backer behind him, possibly even a celestial sect inheritance from the upper realm.
Although he was furious today, he hadn't lost his reason, lest he provoke an existence he shouldn't.
"So what if I am?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a look of utter unconcern.
"You slew the elders of my Holy Land, wiped out our elites, devoured my origin aura, and humiliated my personal disciple, the Saintess. Every single one of these is a mortal enmity!" Perfected Wucang's gaze focused, and the pressure around him surged once more.
"I ask you, what is your background? Who is your master? Do you have an upper realm inheritance behind you?"
As soon as these words came out, the spectating cultivators instantly realized—
The Patriarch was testing the waters! Could it be that behind this master, there was an even more terrifying backer?!
Even Su Yao froze, her heart inexplicably skipping a beat.
But upon hearing this, Ye Chuan sneered. He looked up straight at Perfected Wucang, his tone arrogant to the extreme:
"You are not worthy of knowing my background."
"As for a backer? To deal with an old fossil like you with one foot in the grave, I alone am enough."
As these words fell, the entire scene went dead silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
He actually dared to speak to an Ascension Realm Patriarch like this?! This was no longer just arrogance; this was completely disregarding an Ascension Realm mighty figure!
The last trace of hesitation on Perfected Wucang's face was instantly replaced by monstrous fury.
He was, after all, at the pinnacle of the Profound Sky Continent. Now, he was being so humiliated by a Mahayana Realm junior!
"Good! What an arrogant brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
The Sacred Wutong Fire around Perfected Wucang instantly flared up. The golden flames swept across the entire sky, igniting even the pitch-black void fissures.
"Since you refuse to speak, I will beat it out of you! Then I will extract your soul and cast it into the Nine Netherworld Hell, to suffer the torment of burning flames for all eternity!"
The Dao principles around him condensed madly. He raised his hand, about to unleash a full-force strike, but right at that moment, he suddenly paused.
He saw that Ye Chuan opposite him not only lacked any trace of fear, but the smile on his lips was growing wider, even looking at him with keen interest.
In those eyes, there was no tension, no dread, only a complete lack of concern, as if this world-destroying Ascension Realm strike was nothing more than child's play in his eyes.
Perfected Wucang's brows instantly furrowed tightly.
Something is wrong.
Too wrong.
How could a Mahayana Realm junior, no matter how monstrous his physique or how bizarre his methods, remain so composed facing the full-force strike of an Ascension Realm true body?
Could he really have some trump card?
Is it an array?
Or is the powerhouse behind him currently hidden in the void?
Or perhaps... he possesses a supreme treasure from the upper realm that can ignore Ascension Realm attacks?
"Playing tricks! Let me see what you are relying on!"
In the next second, Ye Chuan suddenly smiled in amusement.
Profound Sky Continent, logged off.
His vision went black.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Chuan had returned to his own room.
"Haa—" Stretching lazily, Ye Chuan rolled his neck.
The Ascension Realm was indeed very powerful, however—
Unplug the internet cable!
"Just unplugging the router does the trick. I'll come back and deal with you once I've leveled up a major realm." Ye Chuan glanced at the adventure world interface, not in a hurry at all.
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