Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

Chapter 211: Chapter 194: The Longswords of the Thirty-Six Peaks Stand Ready

In everyone’s eyes, Jinyun Valley was the weaker party. The best choice would have been to avoid direct conflict, perhaps even postpone the auction. After all, when you’re outmatched, your only option is to yield. But no one had expected Chen Che to strike so brazenly.

And he had done so with no room for mercy, killing Hu Qile.

Such decisiveness! Such ruthlessness!

”This...?”

Ma Cong stared at the great locust tree engulfed in roiling flames, at Hu Qile being consumed by the inferno, and froze in his tracks.

It wasn’t just him.

The Major Cultivators who had been leaving or rising from their seats all stopped at that moment.

It was as if someone had suddenly hit a pause button on time itself.

”Chen Che, you whelp! You’ve got some nerve, killing a Cultivator from my Hu Family in public?”

Hu Chaohong shot to his feet, a mask of shock and fury.

True Essence surged around him, his long robes billowing. Countless Fire Snakes erupted from beneath his red robes like a collapsing dam unleashing a flood of fire. In an instant, an area dozens of yards wide transformed into a raging sea of flames, threatening to burn the entire auction house to ashes:

”If I don’t get an explanation, I will raze Jinyun Valley to the ground today!”

”AARGH—”

The young Loose Cultivator who had been sitting beside him was engulfed in flames, rolling on the ground and screaming incessantly.

Chen Che glanced down and released his Divine Sense.

The flames on the man’s body immediately subsided. He didn’t even have time to offer thanks before scrambling and crawling dozens of yards away. Hu Chaohong did not stop him, merely staring fixedly at Chen Che.

Rong Zhongxuan, having come to his senses, immediately stepped forward to contain the blaze.

”This has gotten out of hand!”

Things had reached a point of no return, so Meng Changyuan had no choice but to step in and help.

Ding Fei, Rong Shisan, Meng Qingxuan, and Hu Yao wanted to step forward, but he stopped them with a look. Not yet at Foundation Establishment, they had no right to interfere. ”Stay back! You’ll get caught in the crossfire. If a fight breaks out, I can’t afford to be distracted protecting you!”

”So what if I killed him? I’ve said it before: anyone who dares to disrupt the order of my auction will be killed without mercy!”

Facing the enraged Hu Chaohong, Chen Che was completely unafraid. With a crook of his finger, the Flame Spear embedded in the great locust tree slowly flew back and hovered before him. ”Hu Qile is dead. The previous bid is void. We will restart the auction for this item...”

”The Flame Spear. A Tier Two High Grade Weapon, famous for publicly slaying a Foundation Establishment Cultivator at the Jinyun Valley auction. The starting bid is now one thousand Spirit Stones!”

”Bidding starts now!”

Chen Che stood in the middle of the venue, personally hosting the auction.

”You kill someone just like that?”

But Hu Chaohong clearly had no intention of letting it go. His pupils contracted, and his voice was like ice. ”Who made that rule?”

”That’s right.”

Chen Che glanced at Hu Chaohong out of the corner of his eye and said softly:

”Disrupt the auction, and be killed without mercy. In Jinyun Valley, my word is the rule!”

Chen Che’s voice was as calm as still water, but his words radiated killing intent.

In that instant, the many Loose Cultivators and Major Cultivators all fell back, their gazes landing on Hu Chaohong and his three companions, all adopting the stance of spectators watching a fire from across the river.

”The Hu Family has been backed into a corner!”

Someone whispered.

”Exactly!”

A Major Cultivator nodded, chiming in:

”They were deliberately causing trouble because they were certain Jinyun Valley was too weak to dare start a war with them. They never expected Valley Master Chen to be so decisive—even more ruthless than they were. That spear thrust from Valley Master Chen just now cost the Hu Family a great deal of face!”

The Major Cultivator’s eyes were filled with admiration.

It was true.

Whether mortal or Cultivator, everyone encounters bullies like Hu Chaohong who throw their weight around. But how many people, after being wronged, would dare to respond with lethal force? Don’t most people just swallow their pride and endure it?

Cultivators were once mortals, after all. They feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; they feel fear, disgust, and terror!

Just like mortals, they only dared to draw their blades against those weaker than themselves.

That was why someone who dared to declare war on a superior power was so admirable.

All eyes turned to Hu Chaohong.

”Bid!”

Hu Chaohong’s gaze sharpened. With a tilt of his head, a Major Cultivator at his side immediately stepped forward. His foot landed heavily, shaking the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and leaving behind a perfectly detailed footprint.

At the same time, True Essence began to circulate around his body.

Faintly visible within his sleeves, countless points of light flowed—already activated Talismans, ready to be unleashed with a single thought.

Clearly, Chen Che’s sudden attack earlier had put him on his guard.

”One Spirit Stone!”

”Die!”

Before the word had even left his mouth, Chen Che clenched his fist, and the Flame Spear in his hand shot forward with even greater ferocity than before.

BOOM!

A thunderclap seemed to detonate over the auction venue.

A white ring of vapor erupted from the spear’s tip and expanded outwards—the spectacular sign of it piercing the air itself! The Strong Qi washed over them like a tidal wave, sending many Cultivators stumbling backward. Some with lower Cultivation levels were thrown off their feet, landing flat on their backsides.

A streak of roiling crimson flame, like a Fire Dragon, shot across the auction floor, carving out a fiery tongue a hundred yards long as it swept through.

This long Fire Dragon stretched from Chen Che’s feet all the way to his opponent.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In a flash, layer after layer of Protective Magic activated, blooming into shields of light that instantly cleared a ten-yard radius. But these spells, drawn on Talismans, were completely unable to block the astonishing streak of flame!

SHHHRIIIP!

It was like piercing a sheet of white paper—there was almost no resistance!

This second Major Cultivator to step forward and bid was, in that instant, like a dry twig in a raging flood. He was torn to shreds, leaving not a single trace behind. The Flame Spear’s momentum didn’t even slow. It flew out of the auction house and, with a THUD, embedded itself diagonally in the ground.

On the street several hundred yards away, a deep, scorched scar now marked the ground.