Chapter 166: You Think I’m Sun Wukong!?
"Senior Brother Head Seat, what do you an by that? I don’t understand."
Even in this situation, Su Changde still wore an expression of innocence.
Facing the terrifying demonic aura on Li Tianwei’s body, Su Changde’s hand had already reached for his waist. His heart had completely cald down — because he had a trump card. As long as he summoned the Ancestor’s divine soul, what could a re Golden Core Head Seat possibly do?
It was precisely this confidence that made Su Changde believe that as long as he refused to admit anything, no one could do anything to him — not even the Sacred Lord of Lingxu himself.
This was the confidence of having a Union-Stage Ancestor behind him. Moreover, in Su Changde’s view, since Li Tianwei already knew about his situation yet did not annihilate him, it must be because Li Tianwei feared the power behind him.
However, Li Tianwei had long noticed Su Changde’s small movents. Originally, Li Tianwei should have grabbed him outright and dragged him directly into the Saint Soul Banner.
Yet so things required deterrence. For instance, the scene before him was a perfect opportunity.
Using a Union-Stage Ancestor as a tool of intimidation and declaration — wasn’t that an even better display?
"You’ve been exposed. It’s ti for you to co out."
"Co out！"
Li Tianwei waved the Soul Banner, his movent unnaturally slow — unlike in West-Ling City or Mount Zhoushan, where a single sweep summoned hundreds of thousands of demonic souls to devour an entire city.
Now, only wailing ghosts scread as countless demonic souls surged forth, their terrifying pressure crashing toward Su Changde, rely waiting for that Union-Stage Ancestor to arrive.
Even though Li Tianwei restrained himself, the outward-rushing power still forced Fei Xuzi and several Nascent Soul cultivators beside him to retreat a few steps.
As for Su Changde, who was the target of it all — in his eyes, this was nothing short of a scene from hell.
"N-No! My grandfather is a mighty Union-Stage expert, the Ancestor of the Sacred Land of Lingxu! You’re just the Head Seat！"
"Besides, I didn’t do anything! You have no proof! You’re abusing your authority！"
Su Changde shouted in terror. Even now, he still refused to admit anything.
But his hand had already pressed completely onto the jade talisman bestowed by his Ancestor.
As Su Changde’s spiritual power surged, a protective array erged upon his body.
The terrifying divine-soul power of the Union Stage crashed down; instantly, wind and cloud shifted, spiritual energy reversed its flow — for a mont, it forced back the corrosion of Li Tianwei’s Saint Soul Banner.
Fei Xuzi frowned and retreated upon seeing this."As expected, this fellow holds his family Ancestor’s protection."
With a sudden change, a terrifying figure appeared behind Su Changde.
It was his Ancestor — Su Qianhe, a mighty cultivator of the Union Stage.
A trace of divine soul condensed into a half-illusory form; though faint, the aura it emitted was genuine and oppressive beyond doubt.
When Li Tianwei saw Su Qianhe’s divine soul descend, his brows furrowed slightly.
Having fought against Union-Stage and Out-of-Body-Stage cultivators before, Li Tianwei already understood their thods.
Those of the Out-of-Body Stage could let their Yang Spirit roam freely — even across thousands or millions of li — and still clearly sense their divine-soul power, connecting and arriving in an instant.
Of course, so places with formations or taboos could block such senses.
But clearly, Jing’an City was not among those restricted areas. At this level of mutual connection and spirit-projection, Su Qianhe already knew what was happening here.
The fact that he allowed Su Changde to successfully trigger the divine-soul power ant that Su Qianhe had decided to protect him.
A Union-Stage’s deterrence was indeed formidable. Within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, aside from those few Tribulation-Transcendence Ancestors, the highest level was these Union-Stage ones — even the Sacred Lord of Lingxu himself was rely of the Union Stage.
They were the true foundation of a Sacred Land.
Even a re wisp of divine soul was enough to suppress everyone present. Only Li Tianwei remained calm, gazing at the projected remnant of the divine soul as if he had long expected it.
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Head Seat, why bother? I already told you, I did nothing wrong. In Jing’an City, I’ve been dutifully performing my station’s duties."
"If you think I’m at fault, then you’ll need evidence！"
With his Ancestor’s descent, Su Changde’s confidence swelled.
"So you’ve made your decision, then."
Li Tianwei completely ignored Su Changde’s arrogant tone, turning his gaze instead toward Su Qianhe.
"Head Seat Li, my little grandson is ignorant and reckless, causing many troubles. Please, allow to take him back to the Sacred Land of Lingxu for punishnt."
Through that single strand of divine soul, Su Qianhe conveyed his intent.
He also knew about Li Tianwei — a peerless prodigy who reached the Golden Core within a year, who even defeated an Out-of-Body-Stage demon; a genuine monster of talent.
Yet as a Union-Stage cultivator, in Su Qianhe’s eyes, Li Tianwei was rely a junior. The Union Stage was not the sa as the Out-of-Body Stage — it represented the true peak powerhouses of the cultivation world.
To this ancient old monster who had lived thousands of years, Li Tianwei was still too young, ignorant of worldly ways — soone who needed to be taught.
When he himself had been young, he too had despised evil and upheld justice. But with ti, such thoughts always changed.
After all, the cultivation world had always been like this.
Li Tianwei, hearing this, smiled — his eyes narrowing like a sly fox.
"You think I’m Sun Wukong 啊！"
"Hand him over to you for punishnt? Ancestor, you’re nothing more than an old fool living off your years. You won’t be taking him away — in fact, you’re staying too."
"Without your protection, this fool couldn’t have caused so much trouble. Therefore, you share his guilt."
Li Tianwei’s voice rang firm and clear, showing not the slightest hint of weakness — even carrying a trace of mockery.
As his words fell, the air turned utterly silent. Even Fei Xuzi and the others who had planned to leave froze in place.
In their eyes, Su Qianhe’s appearance had already decided the outco. A Union-Stage cultivator was, without question, a maker of rules.
In today’s cultivation world, right or wrong was determined only by the will of those above the Union Stage.
Even Li Tianwei’s current position as the Head Seat of the Sacred Land of Lingxu was decided by votes of people like them.
Now, Li Tianwei dared to challenge them so directly — even claiming they shared the sa cri. As for who “Sun Wukong” was, they didn’t know, but they could tell it wasn’t ant kindly.
If Li Tianwei were of the Union Stage himself, perhaps it could be excused. But despite his astonishing combat strength, he was still rely a true Golden Core.
In their eyes, Li Tianwei was courting death.
"Too young… far too young."
Su Qianhe shook his head slightly, not even bothering to heed what he considered the barking of an ant.
In his eyes, Li Tianwei was just soone who might one day grow to join their ranks — but as of now, he hadn’t grown yet. To be so arrogant and unruly, ignorant of human affairs —
He had already given Li Tianwei face by appearing, even offering him a step down by taking Su Changde back to the Sacred Land of Lingxu for punishnt.
Yet now, he was greeted with open insult — being told he, too, was guilty.
Had anyone ever dared to call order itself guilty?
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