bullyxtreme Chapter 238 Do you really think my Xuantian Sect has no one left?!
Chapter 238 Do you really think my Xuantian Sect has no one left?!
Two figures strode into the hall.
The person in the lead was Shen Ming.
Although he was slightly out of breath and his abdominal wound had not yet healed, he stood up straight and his eyes were sharp as swords.
Following closely behind was Li Nanzhi, who looked tense and worried.
"The Shen family brat?!"
Li Jing was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he threatened sharply:
"This is none of your business! Get out of my way right now! Otherwise, I'll deal with you and the Shen family as well!"
Shen Ming ignored this threat.
He glanced coldly at the imposing black-armored army and the dozen or so Martial Kings, a disdainful smile playing on his lips:
"Outnumbering us? Bullying us with our power?"
He paused, then suddenly raised his voice, carrying an undeniable arrogance:
"You dog emperor! You don't really think... that my Xuantian Sect has no one left, do you?!"
The words had barely left his mouth when, before Li Jing and the others could react—
"call out--!"
In an instant, countless whooshing sounds and heavy thuds echoed from the sky and the ground outside the Golden Palace!
Powerful auras, some sharp, some heavy, some ethereal, and some domineering, suddenly rose from all directions of the palace like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
They quickly coalesced into a suffocating, overwhelming pressure, like an invisible tsunami, surging towards the Golden Palace!
Immediately following, one after another, extraordinary figures, exuding powerful auras, appeared, some soaring through the air on swords, others treading on mystical paths, and still others riding exotic beasts...
Like rivers flowing into the sea, they converge from all directions and land steadily on the vast square in front of the Golden Palace.
In an instant, the black-armored army, along with the main hall, were subtly surrounded!
Immediately, a series of pronouncements, some calm, some clear, some proud, and some cold, resounded like crashing waves, echoing between heaven and earth:
"Ling Jianfeng, the 207th generation true disciple of the Xuantian Sect, has come to lend his support to Junior Brother Li!"
"Nangong Jie, the 205th generation true disciple of the Xuantian Sect!"
"Xuantian Sect, Deacon of the Enforcement Hall, Tieshan!"
"........."
The sounds came and went.
Every voice that came out was like a heavy hammer blow, striking hard on the hearts of Li Jing and everyone else!
In the square in front of the palace, there were many people, and at a glance, there were no fewer than two hundred!
These people included both men and women, ranging from elderly men with white hair and beards and an aura as deep as the ocean; from middle-aged men in their prime with sharp and outstanding talents; to young geniuses with vigorous spirit and piercing eyes.
Their clothing varied, but they all bore the unique insignia of the Xuantian Sect. The weakest among them was at the Martial Sect realm, and there were more than thirty Martial King realm experts.
Several of the hidden auras were as deep as the sea, far stronger than the three elderly men on Li Jing's side.
They simply stood there, and their invisible aura was already intertwined, stirring up the wind and clouds, instantly suppressing and overtaking the momentum of Li Jing's black-armored army!
Above the entire palace, spiritual clouds gathered, and sword intent soared into the sky, as if countless divine weapons were humming!
Shocking! Absolutely stunning!
Everyone in the hall, including the well-informed Liang Dynasty delegation, seemed to be frozen in place.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their minds completely blank!
Looking at the dark mass of Xuantian Sect members outside the hall, their aura soaring to the heavens, they felt as if they were witnessing the legendary immortal sect descending to the mortal world!
"this........"
The smugness and madness on Li Jing's face froze completely.
Instead, there was boundless horror and disbelief; his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.
His carefully cultivated, secret power, which he regarded as his greatest trump card, was utterly insignificant compared to the magnificent power of the "Immortal Sect," like a firefly before the bright moon—laughable and utterly vulnerable!
Li Zheng's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground.
Shen Ming stood at the palace gate, looking back at Li Jing, his voice filled with sarcasm and sneer: "In Yongning Prefecture, when it comes to numbers, my Xuantian Sect has never lost!"
Li Jing's face was ashen, like the bottom of a pot; he dared not speak out in anger.
Looking at the group of fellow disciples who had suddenly arrived, a look of astonishment flashed in Li Wudao's eyes.
Immediately, he frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Shen Ming and Li Nanzhi, and said, "Why are you both here? Your injuries haven't healed yet; you should be resting."
Upon hearing this, Shen Ming scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Well... I was just worried about Senior Brother Li, dealing with this mess all by yourself..."
"Thinking that this dog emperor might not be martial and might rely on his numbers... so I called some of my fellow disciples over to... well, to support you, Senior Brother Li."
His voice trailed off as he spoke, as if he felt his actions were somewhat superfluous, since Li Wudao's strength didn't seem to require it.
Li Wudao was speechless for a moment: "..."
Then, a slight warmth welled up in my heart.
Shen Ming is sincere and his words and actions match; he really didn't misjudge him.
"He...he's actually a disciple of the Xuantian Sect?! And a true disciple at that?!"
"No wonder... no wonder he possesses such terrifying strength at such a young age; it turns out there's such a behemoth standing behind him!"
"It's over...it's completely over! His Majesty...he's kicked a hornet's nest! No, he's kicked a sacred mountain!"
After a moment of deathly silence in the hall, an even greater uproar and horror erupted!
Only now did Li Jing, Li Zheng and his son, along with the entire court and the Liang Dynasty delegation, truly understand.
What kind of being were they facing!
That boy they once regarded as coming from a "lowly" collateral branch of the royal family—
His true identity is actually a direct disciple of the Xuantian Sect, one of the seven top sects in the Eastern Wilderness and the undisputed overlord of Yongning Prefecture?!
Li Jing and Li Zheng felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their faces drained of color.
The last glimmer of hope was shattered, leaving only boundless despair and regret.
They actually dared to oppose the chosen ones from such a powerful force?
It's like an ant trying to shake a tree—laughable and overestimating its own abilities!
Hearing the shocked whispers around him, Shen Ming turned around, the shyness on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by the cold arrogance and majesty of a top disciple of the Xuan Tian Sect.
"Fellow disciples, elders! You have all heard and seen this!"
His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the hundred or so black-armored soldiers whose morale had waned, and the dozen or so Martial Kings whose faces showed fear. He sneered and said loudly:
"This insignificant Emperor of the Great Yu actually dares to challenge our Xuantian Sect in numbers and bully our sect's true disciples by abusing his power! What do you all think we should do?"
A stone stirred up a thousand waves.
"Hmph, a mere inferior dynasty, a frog in a well, dares to challenge my Xuantian Sect in terms of numbers and power?"
"Anyone who dares to harm the true disciples of my Xuantian Sect will be punished, no matter how far away they are!"
"After so many years, it's time to remind the world that our Xuantian Sect cannot be humiliated!"
"Why waste words with them? Just clean them up directly, so as not to offend Junior Brother Li's eyes."
The reactions of the Xuantian Sect members varied.
Some had eyes as cold as ice, some had a mocking expression, and some were already filled with murderous intent, eager to try.
Their gazes toward the black-armored army were filled with undisguised aggression and condescending indifference.
The hundred or so black-armored soldiers were all horrified when they were enveloped by that gaze.
The previous solemnity and loyalty had vanished, leaving only instinctive fear and panic. Many people even subconsciously retreated, and the formation visibly loosened.
The dozen or so Martial Kings, including three elderly men in their mid-stages of Martial King, were all ashen-faced and their bodies trembled slightly.
They knew perfectly well that they were nothing more than "quick-made products" created by Li Jing using massive resources and even overdrawing his potential.
With a superficial cultivation level and questionable combat strength, how can they be compared to the chosen ones of the Xuan Tian Sect?
Moreover, the other side is overwhelming in terms of numbers, quality, and momentum!
The outcome of the battle was a foregone conclusion.
It couldn't even be called a battle; it was more like a one-sided cleanup.
The entire Xuantian Sect didn't even need to make a move.
More than ten powerful disciples stepped forward, their swords flashing like waterfalls, their palms forming mountains, and their fists tearing through the air...
A variety of powerful attacks poured down like a storm!
"Boom! Crack!"
"puff--!"
Screams, the sound of weapons breaking, the sound of armor shattering... all erupted instantly!
That seemingly elite black-armored army was like paper and clay sculptures in the hands of the Xuantian Sect disciples, collapsing at the slightest touch!
Blood flowed freely in the hall, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.
The three elders, all at the mid-stage of the Martial King realm, roared and fought back desperately, each unleashing their most powerful and secret techniques.
However, under the sword energy and palm prints casually unleashed by three senior disciples of the Xuantian Sect, it disintegrated and shattered as quickly as ice and snow meeting boiling oil.
In the end, they all coughed up blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, barely clinging to life.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the secret force that Li Jing regarded as his last trump card and which he had cultivated at the cost of countless national resources was completely wiped out, with corpses strewn all over the ground!
"this......"
The people inside the hall included both the officials of the Great Yu Dynasty and the delegation from the Liang Dynasty.
They were all terrified by the overwhelming and devastating scene, so much so that they dared not even breathe.
They truly and deeply felt the despairing, enormous chasm between secular dynasties and first-rate sects.