Published: November 30, -0001
“Wuxiang Martial God, when did the matters of my Piao Miao Palace become something for your Xuanyuan Empire to manage?”
A cold voice descended from the sky, its tone sharp and chilling.
As soon as Hua Ling Martial God appeared, the entire venue fell silent. The many Martial Gods who had previously opened their mouths now closed them, their expressions grave.
Even Wuxiang Martial God’s gaze gradually turned serious.
“Honorable Hua Ling Martial God, it is not that we wish to make things difficult for the members of Piao Miao Palace, but in this ancient Yu realm training, aside from your Piao Miao Palace members, none of the other forces have appeared. We…” A Nineth Level Martial God immediately spoke up.
However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by Hua Ling Martial God. In the void, countless colorful flowers spun rapidly, enveloping that Martial God in an instant.
The flowers were resplendent, breathtakingly beautiful, each one stunning, radiating an overwhelming aura. Yet no one felt the beauty; only an endless, bone-chilling cold surged forth in an instant.
“Hua Ling Martial God, you…” The Martial God’s face displayed terror as a pitch-black shield appeared in his hand, hurriedly protecting himself.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! The flowers were dazzling, breaking apart as they rotated. The power of the rules surged like a furnace, crazily refining the opponent. In just a moment, the pitch-black shield emitted a crisp shattering sound, and then countless cracks appeared, collapsing entirely.
“Not good!”
That Martial God’s expression changed dramatically, no longer caring about anything else. He spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and his true energy burned wildly as he activated an escape technique, transforming into a black streak of light, rushing out.
Pfft!
One of his arms was left behind, blood flying as it was instantly reduced to nothingness, while that Martial God stared furiously at the endless void above, his eyes filled with anger and fear, yet he didn’t dare utter a word.
“Hmph, you run quite fast. Considering this is your first offense, I spare your life and leave you one arm. If I hear another word of nonsense, this Emperor will not be so lenient,” Hua Ling Martial God said with a cold smile, as if merely severing an opponent's arm was a great honor to them, that overwhelming dominance and arrogance deeply ingrained.
At this moment, the venue was completely silent. Everyone was as quiet as a cicada in winter, no one dared to speak, only showing expressions of shock and anger.
It was too arrogant. The Heiyuan Martial God’s casual question was but a mere inquiry, yet Hua Ling Martial God didn’t even hear him out before directly taking action, severing his arm, completely ignoring the other Martial Gods present. This blatant contempt made everyone’s hearts burn with anger but they dared not voice it.
Piao Miao Palace was too strong.
Since surpassing the Bloodline Sacred Land over a hundred years ago, Piao Miao Palace had subtly become the top power in the Tianwu Continent, standing unrivaled in the world.
Moreover, Piao Miao Palace had controlled the Law Hall over the years, effectively grasping the resources and powers of the entire realm. What an imposing matter this was! Under such circumstances, even if everyone was immensely furious, they did not dare to utter a single word. The Heiyuan Martial God was not an ordinary person either; he was an elder of the Changhe Xiao family, yet the results were clear for all to see. With just a single sentence, he was heavily injured by the power of Hua Ling Martial God’s rules, and Hua Ling Martial God didn’t even show his face. What a display of strength and dominance.
“Chixia, take Bingyun and leave.”
Seeing the venue silent and no one speaking, Hua Ling Martial God ordered with a light reprimand.
“Yes, Deputy Palace Master.”
Chixia Martial God bowed and quickly turned to lead Murong Bingyun and the others away.
“Wait, did I say to let them leave?”