War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

The big fish has finally taken the bait.

Duan Ling Tian who was lurking in the dark calmly stared at the two people who were blocking Bai Li Hong’s path, causing his heart to jolt.

Between the two people, one of them was wearing the dragon robe, clearly revealing his identity. He was none other than Zhu Yuan, the Windfall Nation’s Emperor

Although this was Duan Ling Tian’s first time seeing Zhu Yuan, he could guess his identity based on his clothes. After all, the dragon robe was only exclusive to the Emperor. He also knew about Zhu Yuan even though it was his first time meeting him.

When he was the Interim Advisor in the Situ Clan, he had heard about the Windfall Nation’s Emperor Zhu Yuan more than once. He knew that he was one of the few strongest people in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family. He was also a Refined Saint Stage powerhouse!

The other person was a middle-aged burly man whose face was concealed by his curly beard. Along with his messy hair, he looked like a humanoid lion from afar.

‘Someone who’s capable of standing together with Zhu Yuan… This person must be one of the Refined Saint Stage powerhouses in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family as well,’ Duan Ling Tian thought to himself.

When Duan Ling Tian was thinking to himself, Zhu Yuan and the other person who stopped Bai Li Hong did not make things difficult for Bai Li Hong. Instead, they kept looking in every direction as though they were looking for something.

A few moments later, Zhu Yuan finally said, “Friend, I’m the Emperor of Windfall Nation, Zhu Yuan. There seems to be a misunderstanding between you and the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family. I wonder if it’s possible for you to come out and speak to us?”

Zhu Yuan’s tone was very polite, completely unlike an Emperor of a sixth-rate Saint Nation.

“The Emperor of Windfall Nation?” At the same time, Bai Li Hong finally began to piece the puzzle together when he saw the dragon robe and heard Zhu Yuan’s introduction. To think the person who blocked his path was actually Zhu Yuan, the Windfall Nation’s Emperor.

He was only slightly astonished even though he found out the person in front of him was the Emperor of Windfall Nation.

So what if he was the Windfall Nation’s Emperor?

He had a powerhouse behind him who did not even fear Master Yun who was regarded as a distinguished guest by the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family.

It was none other than his Junior Brother’s friend!

“Let’s talk after everyone has arrived,” Duan Ling Tian who was lurking in the dark replied nonchalantly. His still faked a hoarse voice so nobody could connect him and this voice together.

The sound resonated from all directions and entered Zhu Yuan and the others’ ears, causing them to frown immediately.

Let’s talk after everyone had arrived?

What did it mean?

Soon after, as a middle-aged man and an old man appeared. Zhu Yuan and the curly- bearded man finally realized what Duan Ling Tian’s words meant.

“Master Yun!”

“Imperial Uncle!”

After the middle-aged man and that old man appeared, Zhu Yuan and the curly-bearded burly man beside him quickly bowed. The person whom they paid respect to was not the old man but the middle-aged man. After bowing and showing their respect to the middle-aged man, only then did they bow at the old man as a greeting.

Although the old man was Zhu Yuan’s senior, he did not dare to exert his authority in front of the middle-aged man. He found it normal and was not angry at all when he saw Zhu Yuan and the other man paid their greetings to the middle-aged man first.

In fact, this was a powerhouse who came from a quasi third-rate force. Although his strength was not considered strong in the quasi third-rate force, he was almost invincible in Windfall Nation. He was at the peak of the Refined Saint Stage!

Perhaps, there were some powerhouses in the history of Windfall Nation who had made a breakthrough to this stage, but most of them did not remain in Windfall Nation after breaking through to this stage.

“Hmm.” Faced with Zhu Yuan and the curly-bearded burly man’s bow, the middle-aged man merely replied nonchalantly. However, the old man responded to them with a smile.

However, when the old man shifted his gaze to Bai Li Hong, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and he had a grave expression on his face. “You’re Bai Li Hong?”

Bai Li Hong could already guess his identity when he heard Zhu Yuan addressed him as Imperial Uncle.

In the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family, there was only one person who could be addressed as Imperial Uncle by the Windfall Nation’s Emperor, Zhu Yuan. He was none other than Zhu Mu Ci, the strongest powerhouse in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family whose cultivation base had already reached the Intermediate Refined Saint Stage.

Bai Li Hong frowned but did not reply when faced with Zhu Mu Ci’s arrogant way of asking the question.

Although this person was powerful, and it would be easy for him to kill Bai Li Hong, Bai Li Hong was not someone who feared death. Naturally, he would not submit to Zhu Mu Ci.

Moreover, he had a secret supporter backing him now, there was no reason for him to be afraid of Zhu Mu Ci at all.

“Huh?” Zhu Mu Ci’s expression turned grave immediately when he saw Bai Li Hong merely glanced at him indifferently and ignored him after hearing his question.

As the strongest powerhouse in Windfall Nation and the Imperial Uncle of the Windfall Nation’s Emperor, put aside that he had a distinguished position in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family, when he went out, there was no one in Windfall Nation who did not respect or fear him after discovering his identity. However, today, he was ignored by an Early Pristine Saint Stage Martial Cultivator! This was no doubt a humiliation to him!

“How dare you!” Just when Zhu Mu Ci’s expression turned grave, two loud snarls resonated in unison. As it turned out, the Windfall Nation’s Emperor, Zhu Yuan, and the curly-bearded burly man beside him were glaring at Bai Li Hong furiously. Based on their reactions, one could see how furious they were.

Other than being the strongest powerhouse in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family, Zhu Mu Ci was also the backbone of the Imperial Family as well.

In Zhu Yuan and the curly-bearded burly man’s eyes, not only was Zhu Mu Ci the guardian of the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family, but he was their senior as well.

The reason they could achieve the cultivation base they had today was mainly due to the pointers that Zhu Mu Ci gave them without any reservations.

A master was like a father, and in their hearts, they had long regarded Zhu Mu Ci as their father.

Now that somebody dared to ignore their father, moreover, this person was only an Early Pristine Saint Stage Martial Cultivator, how could they not feel furious?

“Zhu Lie, kill him!” Zhu Mu Ci said coldly as his eyes gleamed with a piercing light.

“Yes, Imperial Uncle!” The person addressed as Zhu Lie by Zhu Mu Ci was none other than the curly-bearded burly man who was standing next to Zhu Yuan. After hearing Zhu Mu Ci’s words, he responded and flew out immediately, charging toward Bai Li Hong like an eagle that had locked onto its prey.

Zhu Lie was an Intermediate Refined Saint Stage Martial Cultivator no matter what. The moment he made his move, it instantly pressured Bai Li Hong greatly to the point of suffocation. Even his back that was usually ramrodded straight had gradually begun to bend over.

“Hurmph!” At this moment, a cold snort resonated in the air as a golden sword ray flashed across the sky and disappeared as soon as it appeared. In just a blink of an eye, it appeared in front of the crowd before disappearing again.

During this small window of time, Zhu Lie who was originally charging toward Bai Li Hong retreated in a slightly wretched manner.

“What a fast sword work!” After Zhu Lie had retreated, he felt his back was drenched with cold sweat. That golden sword ray had narrowly brushed past his head earlier.

It was fortunate he did not use his full force when he was charging at Bai Li Hong, allowing him to stop just in time. If he had used all his strength, it would have been impossible for him to stop due to inertia. If that happened, there was no doubt he would have died.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Meanwhile, whether it was Zhu Lie, Zhu Yuan, Zhu Mu Ci or Master Yun, all of them shifted their eyes toward Bai Li Hong in unison.

Naturally, they were not staring at Bai Li Hong, but they were staring at a young man who appeared after the golden sword ray had appeared.

The young man had an ordinary appearance. One would have difficulties picking him out from a crowd of people.

However, other than Master Yun who claimed to have come from a quasi third-rate force and was looking at this young man disdainfully, Zhu Mu Ci and the other two were looking extremely glum.

This was because they knew this young man who appeared ordinary actually had a cultivation base that was at the Intermediate Refined Saint Stage or above.

Only Zhu Mu Ci in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family alone was evenly matched with a person who had the cultivation base at the Intermediate Refined Saint Stage or above.

However, faced with this emotionless young man, Zhu Mu Ci felt unsure of himself.

Even he could clearly sense the danger contained in the golden sword ray that flashed past earlier.

When one’s cultivation base had reached to his stage, one would gain a particularly keen sense of judgment. He could sense a dangerous vibe from the ordinary-looking young man before him.

In the end, the young man who was Duan Ling Tian in disguise said, “Hurmph! To think that a mighty Refined Saint Stage Martial Cultivator from the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family would act in such a despicable way toward a Pristine Saint Stage Martial Cultivator. Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at once this news spread out?” His voice still remained hoarse.

Upon hearing Duan Ling Tian’s words, Zhu Lie’s face turned slightly pale.

“Well then, we’ll have to see whether both of you will be able to leave the palace alive to spread the news!” Zhu Mu Ci smirked coldly.

“You must be one of the Intermediate Refined Saint Stage Martial Cultivators in the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family?” Duan Ling Tian asked as he glanced at Zhu Mu Ci indifferently.

“So what if I am?” Zhu Mu Ci continued to smirk.

If initially, he was slightly fearful of Duan Ling Tian, he no longer took Duan Ling Tian seriously anymore when he recalled he had the support of the middle-aged man next to him.

Perhaps, this young man in front of him was stronger than him, but it was impossible for him to compare to the person standing next to him.

The person beside him was a powerhouse at the peak of the Refined Saint Stage. Moreover, the person beside him had just transmitted his voice to him saying that he was fully confident he could get rid of the young man in front of them. Due to this reason, he was feeling very relaxed.

“It seems like you planning to rely on him as your support?” Duan Ling Tian did not miss the hint of fear in Zhu Mu Ci’s gaze earlier. That was a sign of a weak person, at the very least, Zhu Mu Ci knew he was inferior to Duan Ling Tian.

However, Zhu Mu Ci suddenly had a change of attitude. Duan Ling Tian, naturally, knew the reason had something to do with the middle-aged man next to him.

Earlier, Zhu Yuan, the Windfall Nation’s Emperor and that Zhu Lie had addressed this middle-aged man as Master Yun.

This middle-aged man was none other than the Martial Cultivator who was at the peak of the Refined Saint Stage!

He was also the guest of honor of the Windfall Nation’s Imperial Family and the person who severely injured Zi Yun, the Sect Leader of Drift Blaze Sect.

The moment Duan Ling Tian thought of how this person injured Zi Yun, killing intent flashed in his eyes.