Ha, why wouldn't I dare to come!
Wu Chen, fingering his prayer beads, revealed an icy expression: Since when has the Heavenly Palace belonged to the Murong family? That woman who usurped the throne will pay the price!
Nonsense!
Zhou Cui was furious, brandishing her weapon, ready to strike.
Behind her stood twenty Golden Armor Guards!
But the experts behind Wu Chen were equally formidable, all from various major sects, numbering around a hundred. No one knew where he had managed to rally them from.
Wu Chen gave a light laugh, gently twirling his beads.
In his view, a confrontation with the Heavenly Palace was inevitable sooner or later; now was as good a time as any.
The martial artists behind Wu Chen gripped their weapons, their expressions tinged with mockery.
If you all wish to fight, perhaps you should find another venue!
A vigorous, aged voice rang out.
The elder of the Bai family, Bai Chenshan, strode forward and spoke gravely.
Behind him followed over thirty martial artists with imposing auras; the weakest among them was actually at the mid-stage of the Void Realm!
Seeing him, Zhou Cui and Wu Chen slowly bowed in salute, speaking respectfully in unison.
Elder Bai!
Elder Bai!
Although the Bai family was now in decline, Bai Chenshan was a bona fide one of the Heavenly Palace's three great elders!
The due respect still had to be given.
Bai Chenshan looked at the martial artists outside, his expression stern, his heart filled with sorrow.
Had the Bai family really been driven to this point?
On one side was the current Palace Master, Murong Qinghong, who had seized the throne.
On the other side was the second young master of the Xing family, who had bided his time for twenty years awaiting revenge.
It would have been different if, like the Hua family, they had broken away from the Heavenly Palace early on, twenty years ago.
Now, the Bai family was mired in the quagmire of the Heavenly Palace and couldn't extricate itself.
He had to choose a side to align with.
Otherwise, no matter which faction emerged victorious, there would be no place for the Bai family in the Heavenly Palace.
Elder Bai, the Second Master Xing has always held the Bai family in high regard. If you are willing to form an alliance, a seat for the Bai family within the Heavenly Palace is assured. Wu Chen said leisurely.
Zhou Cui angrily retorted: Rubbish! You traitorous beast who betrayed your master...
Hearing this, Wu Chen's eyes suddenly turned murderous!
Whoosh!
A prayer bead, glowing with golden light like a bullet, shot towards her!
Clang!
Zhou Cui swiftly drew her blade, using the flat to block the bead.
The powerful impact forced Zhou Cui back a step, her arm numb from the shock.
This casual attack truly intimidated Zhou Cui.
This monk was actually so powerful!
Zhou Cui took a deep breath, stubbornly sneering: Hah, nothing special...
Before she could finish.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A sky full of prayer beads shot towards Zhou Cui like a hail of bullets! Golden light dazzled!
Blood spattered, exploding into a mist!
Zhou Cui's strong, robust body was riddled like a sieve, a horrific sight.
Overestimating your own ability!
Wu Chen slowly stepped forward, raising his hand with a gesture.
Dozens of beads, still glowing golden, circled and flew back into his palm, not a single drop of blood staining them!
Bai Chenshan narrowed his eyes.
This seemingly unremarkable monk actually possessed terrifying strength not inferior to his master, Mihuan.
Thinking of the deeply concealed Xing Yunhai, Bai Chenshan began to understand something.
Wu Chen and Xing Yunhai were about the same age and had grown up together.
It was likely that the plan to overthrow Murong Qinghong had been in preparation for many years.
With Zhou Cui dead.
The remaining Golden Armor Guards, now leaderless, were momentarily stunned.
Each gripped their weapons warily, unsure whether to fight Wu Chen or flee!
Fighting was hopeless.
They hadn't really come to fight anyway; they were just following Deputy Commander Zhou Cui to show force.
Who could have guessed that Zhou Cui would be gone in an instant!
Bai Chenshan said coldly: Please return. The Bai family will not pledge allegiance to anyone!
Hah, Elder Bai, are you sure?
Wu Chen showed a somewhat sinister smile as he asked slowly.
Bai Chenshan glanced at the crowd of martial artists behind Wu Chen, his face cold.
Wu Chen leading over a hundred Void Realm martial artists into the Bai family was clearly not just about seeking an alliance.
No one knew how much sincerity there was in this so-called "alliance"!
Looking at the Golden Armor Guards, Wu Chen revealed a hint of killing intent and said leisurely: Everyone, these Heavenly Palace foot soldiers have walked right into our line of fire. What should we do?
Kill them!
A deafening roar erupted.
The twenty Golden Armor Guards trembled, each tightening their grip on their spears.
Big brother, what should we do!
Ning Er retreated, whispering, but got no response.
Big brother?
He looked back; Bai Xiu was already asleep.
Damn it, big brother, don't sleep now! This isn't the time!
Tu Langlang was also frantic.
But Bai Xiu couldn't be shaken awake no matter what.
Just then, the Golden Armor Guards and Wu Chen's martial artists clashed in battle.
Both sides were mostly at the Void Force stage.
Twenty against over a hundred! There was simply no chance of winning!
The Golden Armor Guards proved themselves to be battle-hardened elites.
The martial artists first formed a spear formation to defend against the attacks.
But their opponents were all sorts of Jianghu ruffians, their moves bizarre and varied, and they held the numerical advantage.
In the first exchange, amidst flashing blades and swords, three Golden Armor Guards had already fallen in pools of blood.
Amitabha! May the Buddha have mercy!
Wu Chen, fingering his beads, chuckled as he looked at Bai Chenshan: Elder Bai, the fate of the Bai family rests in your hands. Submit, or face annihilation!
Uncle Bai, let's fight these bastards to the end!
Grandfather Bai! We're not afraid!
A group of Bai family juniors surged forward, each clad in armor, clearly prepared for a fight to the death.
Wu Chen swept a glance over them and burst into laughter, mocking: Haha, you can't be serious! Not a single Void Realm cultivator among the Bai family juniors! A bunch of good-for-nothings!
The many Bai family youths looked unwilling, clenching their fists in anger, yet hung their heads.
Indeed, for such a large family, they still relied on Elder Bai and his generation to hold things up. It was their own incompetence!
Bai Chenshan's aged body swayed in the wind, appearing somewhat desolate.
His lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.
He knew full well it wasn't the juniors' fault.
Ever since the Bai family was forced to retreat to this relatively spirit-energy-deficient corner of the floating island twenty years ago,
the younger generation of the Bai family had lost the favorable conditions for cultivation.
Brothers! Don't be afraid!
Seeing the situation turn dire, the round-faced Golden Armor Guard let out a hoarse roar, shouting as he thrust his spear, striking a martial artist.
Immediately, he was surrounded by a group of martial artists and chopped into mincemeat.
Ning Er, who had been about to join the fight, seeing this, dragged Bai Xiu back a bit further.
Though not the sharpest, he still knew to fear death!
Big brother, stop sleeping!
Ning Er looked at Bai Xiu, still sleeping like a log, and was nearly in tears.
Of the original twenty or so men, fewer than ten were left alive now. They were next.
Outnumbered, the situation had become a one-sided slaughter.
Wu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his pristine moon-white monk's robes starkly out of place amidst the bloody scene.
He looked at Bai Chenshan and said with a leisurely smile: Elder Bai, you'd better think carefully. Once these twenty foot soldiers are dealt with, I want to know your answer.
Brother, you decide. We won't blame you.
From behind, a man in his sixties spoke calmly.
Bai Chenshan turned and looked around.
All the Bai family juniors looked at him with resolute eyes.
Clearly, they had already made up their minds!
You... are all worthy!
Bai Chenshan, tears streaming down his aged face, said in a trembling voice: The Bai family has no cowards. If that's the case, then let us...
As his words fell.
A blinding flash of blue-violet lightning streaked across the sky!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
