Legend of Swordsman

What Luo Hao said wasn’t entirely wrong. Indeed, who among them didn’t have an Emperor backing them up?

The strength of the Great Dream Dao Ancestor was unquestionable. He had ranked within the top 100 throughout the entire universe. In the Eastern Domain, one of the five major regions, he was among the top 20. Such power demanded respect.

But in the Qishen Temple, individual strength mattered most, followed by the backing of one’s faction. While the Great Dream Realm had considerable reputation, its influence was far from top-tier. The Dao Ancestor of the Great Dream was incredibly strong, yet he had few Emperors under his command.

Especially the sixth- generation disciples of the Great Dream Realm present there were pitifully weak. A mere third- grade source of the Great Dao and a Perfected Nine Revolutions – with such strength, they dared to seek face?

They were speaking arrogantly, looking down on half- step Emperors!

It was simply a death wish. The trial had just begun, and the powerful beings of the Great Dream Realm on this primitive planet had almost been annihilated. Yet, they hadn’t learned humility. They still clung to the external standards of the outside world.

Here, no one cared how powerful your ancestor was. If your individual strength wasn’t enough, you were nothing.

God-Emperor MO Long, despite being a Prince, had been severely wounded by others. If he hadn’t been a bit slower in his escape, he might have perished. Yet, he hadn’t invoked his father’s name to intimidate others.

A true strong individual had self-awareness. Invoking the power behind you would only invite disdain and ultimately lead to humiliation and death.

In the Qishen Temple, no one would chant praises for your ancestor, no matter how strong he was. Even if you were the son of a fifth-rank Emperor, you’d be crushed!

“You!” The young woman of the Great Dream Clan was left speechless by the retort.

In her heart, the Great Dream Dao Ancestor and the Great Dream Realm had always been the core of the universe. How had they encountered such arrogant people just after leaving the Great Dream Realm?

The man from the Great Dream Clan, however, bowed his head in silence. He had accepted his fate. In the Qishen Temple, things were fundamentally different from their homeland. No one fell for their tricks anymore.

“Hmph, just leave already!” Jian Wushuang couldn’t help but shout in anger.

These two were simply wasting time. Wasn’t it better to live peacefully? They insisted on courting death. How was it that God-Emperor MO Long was so patient? Why hadn’t they obliterated them already?

“Sister, let’s leave!” The man from the Great Dream Clan couldn’t bear it any longer. He was starting to get scared. No one present was to be trifled with.

Jian Wushuang could easily crush both of them in his Six Revolutions cultivation. If they didn’t leave, the Great Dream Clan might never have strong individuals again on the Alpha Nine Original Planet.

The young woman from the Great Dream Clan’s face turned red with anger. She didn’t care anymore and shouted loudly, “Senior Brother Yang, how did you become so spineless? We are disciples of the Great Dream Realm. You disappoint me.”

The man from the Great Dream Clan glared at her, then said in a low voice,

“Sister!”

Saying this, he grabbed the young woman’s arm and pulled her back.

“What are you doing?” The young woman from the Great Dream Clan struggled free from her senior brother’s grip and shouted, “Don’t you want to avenge Sister for her humiliation?”

Slap!

A crisp sound of a slap echoed. The man from the Great Dream Clan had a blackened face. Without waiting for the young woman’s reaction, another slap landed on her left cheek.

The young woman from the Great Dream Clan stood in mid-air, staring blankly at her once familiar senior brother, her small red face now bearing two distinct slap marks.

Her eyes turned red, and she was on the verge of tears. But seeing her senior brother’s stern face, she felt fear now and dared not cry.

“Everyone, my apologies for the abruptness, but we must leave now,” said the man from the Great Dream Clan, his Yan power enveloping his dazed junior sister, preparing to depart.

Meanwhile, Luo Hao, who had been observing the spectacle, changed his focus. These two fools were about to leave, leaving the three of them to an inevitable fierce battle. Instead of letting them go, Luo Hao decided to detain them first, delaying them for a while, After settling his attention, Luo Hao spoke up.

“You think you can just come and go as you please? Do you underestimate us?” Luo Hao glared at the two men, blades flying out behind him, blocking their way.

God-Emperor MO Long watched from the side, considering it quite a spectacle. Since Luo Hao wanted to play, he dared to prolong the situation.

As for Jian Wushuang, he intended to kill him while his strength was still

weak. With only Perfected Nine Revolutions-level strength, he could be easily crushed and posed no real threat.

Both of them were waiting, one for reinforcements and the other fishing.

Jian Wushuang had no reinforcements; he had to be his own bait for the fishing. He couldn’t afford to delay, but seeing the calm demeanor of the two men, he had no choice but to wait, without any solution.

The more anxious he became, the more flaws he would reveal. It might raise suspicions with Luo Hao and the others, making the situation worse.

“l wonder how we could earn your mercy,” said the man from the Great Dream Clan, his demeanor no longer proud.

Luo Hao glanced at God-Emperor MO Long first, realizing he was in no hurry. Then he continued, “We can spare you, but don’t you think you’re being very disrespectful to not even kneel in front of someone as powerful as Brother MO Long?!”

“Do you understand my meaning?”

The man from the Great Dream Clan nodded.

“We understand! ”

Whoosh!

His figure rapidly descended, landing on a relatively flat stone surface. He bent his knees and knelt down.

“The Great Dream Clan, a humble cultivator, Yang Yuan, pays his respects to God-Emperor Your Majesty!’

Yang Yuan, a cultivator from the Great Dream Clan, bowed his head between his knees. His body trembled not out of fear, but because of the immense shame he felt. This shame birthed a determination within him, a determination to become strong, unimaginably strong, so that no one would dare underestimate him.

He wanted to grow powerful, to the point where everyone would respect him. At this moment, he truly understood the teachings of his ancestors, regretting his lack of insight back then.

“That’s more like it!” Luo Hao chuckled.

“Now, you can leave!” he said.

“Thank you!” Yang Yuan slowly stood up, and with his junior sister, he soared into the sky, soon disappearing from view. This humiliation would change Yang Yuan’s life. When he became strong enough, however, he would never find Luo Hao and God-Emperor MO Long again.

Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. Now it was his turn to perform.

“Luo Hao, my friend, it’s time for us to leave too!” Jian Wushuang said with a hint of amusement, looking at Luo Hao. The three of them formed a triangle, each maintaining a distance of thousands of miles from the other.

This distance wasn’t much; if they attacked, they could reach each other in an instant.

“Indeed!” Luo Hao smiled slightly, and in an instant, he charged toward Jian

Wushuang.

“Kid, do you really think MO Long and I are fools?”

He had sensed something was amiss the moment Jian Wushuang arrived. A Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal suddenly appeared to save him, especially from the hands of God-Emperor MO Long. This move was even more foolish than the actions of the two people from the Great Dream Clan.

However, Jian Wushuang did not seem like an idiot. He knew that there had to be a reason behind his actions. Both he and MO Long were peak-level Grand Yan Immortals. There was no way they would allow a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal to take advantage of the situation.

“Die!” Flying blades instantly struck, and Jian Wushuang swiftly fled in the direction of the valley..