I, Thanks To My Unlimited Investment, Am Admired By Every Races Chapter 285: Has He Gone Mad?

Chapter 285: Has He Gone Mad?

"Li Xun, do you even know what you’re doing?"

Xiao Yuhe took a deep breath. His gray hair fluttered and his eyes grew deep and cold. The wounds on his hands rapidly healed—within the blink of an eye, they were good as new.

"Of course I know."

Li Xun withdrew the Azure Dragon Halberd and replied calmly.

His gaze swept over Xiao Yuhe. The latter’s expression stiffened for a brief mont. Even as a Saint, standing before Li Xun right now... he still felt sowhat lacking in confidence.

This wasn’t because of Li Xun himself, but because of the pressure from the one behind him—Huang Xi.

A Saint King... that was simply too much to bear.

"Today’s grudge will not be brushed aside so easily. The Spirit Clan’s Saint may be blunt, but his words were not wrong. A single Saint King is far from enough to let you run rampant!"

Xiao Yuhe’s voice was cold. A massive bell manifested above his head, shaking the void and tearing open fissures. Ti and space twisted around it—it looked as though it could crush all creation.

From the bell shone endless divine radiance, tens of thousands of divine lights cascading downward to protect him.

He would not repeat the Spirit Clan Saint’s mistake.

Even if he was going to speak threateningly, he would leave himself a path of retreat. If anything felt off, he would imdiately escape and report everything to the Xiao Clan.

"Senior...!"

In the distance, the mbers of the Golden Crow Clan and the Great Chu Imperial Dynasty all changed expression.

Senior, what are you doing?!

The Spirit Clan Saint threatened Li Xun monts ago—and now he’s gone, wiped clean out of existence.

And you are stepping up to do the sa?

Are you determined to make an enemy of Li Xun?

You’re a Saint. If you can’t win, at least you can run.

But what about us?

We’re only at the Divine Palace Realm!

From Divine Palace Realm to Saint was a qualitative leap, and although the gap from Saint to Saint King wasn’t as exaggerated, it was still an entire major realm’s difference.

A group like them—Divine Palace cultivators—couldn’t even contend with a Saint, much less a Saint King.

It was certain that if Xiao Yuhe provoked Li Xun and then fled, Li Xun would definitely vent his anger on them.

At that point, every single person present would be destined for obliteration.

"Your confidence—does it co from that Quasi-Emperor of the Xiao Clan?"

Li Xun lifted his gaze and spoke mildly.

"No."

Xiao Yuhe shook his head and slowly said, "It cos from Xiao Chen."

"Do not forget, Xiao Chen possesses the blood of both the Xiao Clan and the Spirit Clan. If he learns what happened today, he will surely settle this debt with you in the future."

"Do you truly believe your talent is comparable to Xiao Chen’s?"

"Let tell you sothing."

Xiao Yuhe stood in the void, gray hair flying, eyes sharp as blades as he declared firmly:

"In the future, Xiao Chen will certainly ascend to immortality. But you..."

"Whether you can even beco an Emperor is still uncertain."

One destined to beco an immortal.

One not even guaranteed to beco an emperor.

The difference between the two was obvious at a glance.

In a sense, even now, Xiao Chen’s deterrence was already comparable to that of a Saint. Give him a few hundred more years to grow, and the greatest trump card of the Xiao Clan might no longer be their Quasi-Emperor, but Xiao Chen himself.

After all, that Quasi-Emperor’s potential had already reached its limit. Without so great fortune, it would be extrely difficult for him to ascend to Emperorhood.

But Xiao Chen was different. As long as he did not fall, he was certain—a full hundred percent guaranteed—to ascend to immortality.

"You’re mistaken. In my eyes, that so-called Xiao Chen isn’t even as reliable as the Quasi-Emperor of your Xiao Clan."

Li Xun let out a faint, almost bored laugh and waved his hand dismissively.

"Huang Xi, these people have no value left. Send them on their way."

He had thought Xiao Yuhe might pull out so impressive trump card, but unexpectedly, the backing he revealed... turned out to be Xiao Chen.

Others might not know, but Li Xun understood perfectly that with Xiao Fan’s rapid growth, Xiao Chen’s good days were decreasing by the day.

And now, Xiao Fan has already reached the Divine Power Realm.

Xiao Chen’s good days—once countable in terms of years—must now be counted in months.

"Such audacity!"

Xiao Yuhe gave a cold snort, his eyes icy and piercing.

With a thunderous boom, an incomparably radiant light erupted from him, too dazzling to look at directly. Terrifying power surged forth—shaking the heavens above and stirring the depths below.

Mountain ranges and valleys quaked endlessly at that mont.

The might of a Saint swept out like roaring waves. He stepped forward—one step—and the sky fractured.

The great bell above his head trembled violently, releasing wave after wave of destruction.

Where these waves passed, mountain peaks didn’t rely collapse—they vanished completely, erased from existence as though they had never been there at all.

"Everything that happened today will soon spread across the entire Desolate Ancient Continent! Li Xun, just wait—you’ll face retaliation from countless factions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yuhe didn’t hesitate for even a mont. He directly stepped into a spatial tear, attempting to escape.

Watching his retreating figure, the Divine Palace Realm cultivators in the distance felt their souls leave their bodies.

What was the aning of this?

We’re not dead yet!

Why did Xiao Yuhe’s words make it sound like all of them had already perished?

Only if everyone died would their clans and factions go all-out in revenge against Li Xun...

"Daoist Li Xun, I am rely a guest elder of the Great Chu Imperial Dynasty. I have no intention of opposing you. Please, Daoist Li Xun, spare —!"

One of the Great Chu’s guest elders flew up, cupping his fists toward Li Xun.

But before he could finish his sentence, a torrent of divine light swept across the heavens, blotting out the sky.

It was a sea of sound waves, shattering space as it passed. Countless spatial cracks spread like spiderwebs.

The Great Chu guest elder who had just spoken was swallowed instantly—without even a scream.

Centered on him, the waves surged further outward. Wherever they passed, all things perished.

It embodied the purest essence of destruction.

"What?!"

"How is this possible?"

"Xiao Yuhe... actually attacked us?"

"Has he gone mad?!"

"I understand now—Xiao Yuhe intends to bury every one of us here and push all the bla onto Li Xun!"

"What a vicious sche! Is this the nature of you humans?!"

The remaining dozen Divine Palace Realm experts roared in fury—but it was useless. Facing a Saint’s strike, especially one unleashed without warning—they could only watch helplessly as their allies around them exploded into blood mist, one after another.

Not even their souls had ti to escape.

"Huang Xi, don’t let Xiao Yuhe get away."

Li Xun’s eyes grew cold as he gave the order in a deep voice.

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