BOOM!
"Do you truly believe you can disregard just because you possess a Spiritual Artifact?"
In the blink of an eye, Tu Cunshan's palm sliced across the sky and struck down. With a single hand, he suppressed all. The palm imprint blotted out the sky like a plumting mountain, instantly engulfing Chen Yang. The entire earth trembled violently in its wake.
The world blurred into a vast canvas as great winds roared like drums.
Clad in a black robe amidst the tempest, Tu Cunshan truly possessed the supre air of one who looked down upon the boundless world. The flash of his gaze was more dazzling than the fiercest sun. It was a sight so terrifying it made one's Divine Spirit tremble, unforgettable.
"Do you know why I am nad Cunshan?" Tu Cunshan asked indifferently, one hand behind his back. "Because no matter how many tens of thousands of li the mountains and rivers may span, in my eyes, they are but a re square inch."
"This mortal world is ruled by , Tu Cunshan."
"I am the Emperor!"
As fierce winds rose and clouds soared, Tu Cunshan laughed loudly. Whether born of arrogance or triumph, this was the pinnacle of a victorious life. Even when facing Shen Shaotian from the Southern Dipper Academy, this Clan Leader of the Imperial Clan showed not the slightest fear, blatantly disregarding the other's status.
He admitted that he was nothing compared to the cultivators of Yuning Mountain. But here, in this mortal world, he didn't need to show deference to anyone.
The sound waves rolled on.
The vast Qingyuan River, however, was deathly silent. This was indeed an indisputable fact.
WHOOSH.
As the dust settled, Chen Yang, covered in blood, used the Ancestral Sword to prop himself up. Amidst countless expectant gazes, he simply stood. Blood still stread down his body, staining the ground.
He was Chen Yang, the Forr Supre Martial Commander. Amidst the wind and snow, he stood tall and unyielding, an immovable pillar.
At this mont, countless eyes welled up with tears of blood.
"Survive!"
"You must survive!"
This man of steel had shouldered far too many burdens that he never should have had to bear alone.
"Oh?" Tu Cunshan was slightly surprised, then smiled. "I've always heard that for this land and its countless common people, you wouldn't hesitate to give your life and spill your blood, dedicating yourself completely until death, correct?"
"And you still hope to seek welfare and fairness for these ants and insects?"
"So, I wonder what kind of expression you would wear if I slaughtered them all right in front of you?"
Tu Cunshan tilted his head, asking with great interest, "Shall we give it a try?"
With those words, his hand rose to blot out the mountains and rivers. If Tu Cunshan wished it, the onlookers on both banks of the Qingyuan River would all be dead within a few breaths.
BOOM!
A heaven-shaking sound rcilessly rippled through the void.
Instantly, the earth began to crack, and the Qingyuan River began to flow in reverse. Buildings within a hundred-ter radius were covered in a dense web of fissures, and with a thunderous roar, they seed ready to collapse at any mont.
"Old cur, you deserve to die!" Shen Shaotian roared. He never would have imagined that the dignified Clan Leader of the Imperial Clan would attack thousands of innocent people. He wanted to intervene, but it was already too late. This old fiend was obviously trying to torture Chen Yang, treating these people as insignificant ants.
"Mr. Shen, they are rely trash and insects. What does it matter how many of them die? Just watch. The scene is sure to be spectacular!"
The enormous palm imprint, stretching for dozens of ters, crushed down from above. This single strike was unstoppable, annihilating everything in its path.
No wonder they say this mortal world cannot accommodate a true Divine Conquest. Tu Cunshan was rely at the Half-step Divine Conquest realm, yet he was already this terrifying.
However…
A lone, thin figure shot up from below into the dim sky. Wielding the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword, he charged straight for the palm imprint. Though Tu Cunshan struck first, Chen Yang moved with blinding speed, intercepting the attack and taking the initiative to et the hand of a Demon God.
Without a single word, with the sword leading and his body following, he was enveloped in a golden glow as he ramd straight into that palm.
The palm was imnse; the man was minuscule. The comparison was stark: a moth to a fla, or as the saying goes, Ants Shaking a Tree.
On both banks of the Qingyuan River, those who already felt the suffocating aura of death were utterly stupefied, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"This…"
Countless people's throats tightened. Amidst their terror, their noses began to sting.
You, so determined to hold up this sky. But in truth, you didn't have to do this at all.
"You think you can stop ?" Tu Cunshan sneered, his palm suddenly pressing down with greater force. "Then let's see if you, the Forr Supre Martial Commander, can truly play the savior."
Chen Yang had served in the military for ten years. He had never thought of being a savior, nor did he harbor such lofty ambitions. It was simply that he had once sworn an oath under the flag: to protect this land and its people was his lifelong duty.
Even if it ant death, he could not stand by and watch so many people die before his very eyes.
BOOM!
A collision of completely mismatched proportions exploded in mid-air, unleashing a monstrous shockwave that bent trees and sent the river water surging backward.
The Ancestral Sword pierced the palm imprint. The massive force of the impact knocked the flickering palm several ters off course before it finally plunged into the Qingyuan River with a thunderous boom. Like a mountain falling from ten thousand ters, a colossal wave surged upward. The Eight Hundred Li Qingyuan River actually showed signs of changing its course.
Chen Yang was also swatted into the Qingyuan River, swallowed by the colossal waves.
RUMBLE!
The wave crashed down, slamming against the shore.
Where was Chen Yang? He was nowhere to be seen.
In an instant, the world fell silent, save for the churning of the river.
"Chen Yang!"
"Commander!"
"We told you, you have to survive!"
"…"
After a brief silence, Shen Shaotian, the Chen Family, and the crowds on both banks erupted in a clamor of shouts and cries.
But there was no response.
"A firefly daring to rival the Bright Moon? You courted death!" Tu Cunshan sneered, but the words had barely left his lips when the smile on his face froze. His brow furrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as a torch.
It wasn't just him. Everyone around, including those watching on screens, found their eyes suddenly regaining their light. So wanted to scream with excitent but were at a loss for words.
Before them, in the heart of the Qingyuan River, the murky yellow water was being dyed a deep crimson. It was as if a raging fire burned on the riverbed, or a pool of blood was slowly rising to the surface.
BOOM!
The river surface exploded as a crimson, blood-hued Dharma Golden Body surged upward from the depths. Its eyes were closed shut, one hand pointing to the heavens, the other toward the earth, its visage majestic and solemn.
"This… this is…"
Everyone was left speechless. Even Tu Cunshan's expression changed drastically.
"Ancestral Return!"
Not far away, Chen Shangwu inhaled sharply, his face flushing crimson. "The Ancestral Sword has been subrged for hundreds of years. The energy it has accumulated is unimaginable. It's only natural that its unsealing would trigger an Ancestral Return."
Standing on a piece of reed in the middle of the river, Chen Yang raised his right hand to the sky and looked straight into Tu Cunshan's eyes.
"You… are the Emperor?"
Tu Cunshan: "…"
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