Free Web NovelChapter 982: Chapter 980: I Am Enough
The man was tall and had a resolute face. Although his clothes were stained with blood, it was apparent that he came from a distinguished family and wasn’t a common cultivator.
If not, he wouldn’t have been able to free himself in such an environment.
But upon hearing the words ’Sword Cultivator,’ his face changed, and his expression turned grave.
"Save him." The Sword Cultivator pleaded, looking at the man...
In fact, they belonged to a group, an organization whose purpose was to escort Immortality into the Heaven Martial Continent to approach the imprints of the Investiture of the Gods.
No one expected that, wanting only to leverage the Divine Clan’s intervention, they ended up entrapped by the Divine Clan’s conspiracy.
The Sword Cultivator understood clearly; they must find an opportunity now.
Murong Nanhe stared at him: "Is the legend true?"
About ten years ago, there was a rumor that Immortality had returned.
But it was just a rumor, as no one had seen the real Immortality.
The Sword Cultivator remained silent.
The Divine Clan experts came killing from behind him. He turned around, wielding his Longsword in retaliation: "Nameless, Scarlet."
Instantly, his sword transformed into a demonic red, even more eerie than the surroundings, slashing forward with an endless array of powerful sword beams.
Murong Nanhe showed shock once again, exclaiming: "Scarlet Swordsman."
The legend says the Scarlet Swordsman is a Descendant of Immortality.
In disbelief, he glanced hurriedly below, yet... there were too many people, and he simply couldn’t locate Immortality from the Scarlet Swordsman’s words.
With no other choice, he joined the battlefield as well.
"Nameless, Jianghe." Underneath the blood-red sky, emerged another powerful Sword Cultivator, an elder with vigorous blood energy and an imposing gaze, exuding an overwhelming presence.
He stepped forward several times, charging at the Divine Clan experts.
The two Divine Clan experts sensed something ominous and shouted harshly: "Ants, do you dare?"
"Taifeng."
"Sky Xing."
"Brewing Wine."
"Mulai..." Their voices echoed from all directions.
Different styles of Sword Dao permeated the heavens and earth, tearing into the battlefield. After only a few rounds, the two Divine Clan experts were severely injured.
Yet, in their final moments before falling, they managed to send out a distress signal.
Murong Nanhe was suffocated, unable to calm down as he watched these renowned, powerful Sword Saints, his heart moved, prompting him to ask: "Are you all here to protect the Dao?"
The first Sword Cultivator to act, dragging his weary body, walked over: "The Divine Clan experts have already sent out the message. It won’t take long before their reinforcements arrive here. We don’t have much time."
Murong Nanhe nodded: "What should I do?"
"Find a master of Arrays." The Scarlet Swordsman spoke.
"There are countless Human Clan cultivators below; you can ask around." Murong Nanhe said: "I cultivate the physical body, and I don’t understand arrays."
"I know..." The Scarlet Swordsman looked at him.
Over ten powerful Sword Saints hovered in mid-air, observing below, none speaking.
They were geniuses of their realm, peerless experts, invincible in their era, yet now... they all gathered here collectively, displaying great harmony.
And they followed the command of one person, making Murong Nanhe even more shocked; Immortality had returned.
The legend was true.
......
Within the elegant residence.
Wang Lin’er sensed the fluctuations emanating from the palace, yet she couldn’t leave, as An caused her unease.
Initially assuming she was just a common little girl, with more interaction, an increasingly unsettling feeling arose, as this Human Clan girl harbored a force within her that made Wang Lin’er’s heart tremble.
Elusive yet undeniably clear.
According to the original plan, now... outside the elegant residence, many Divine Clan experts lay dormant, ready to storm in upon her command, coordinating with Wang Lin’er to kill her, as well as that old yellow ox.
"Sister seems to be worried!" An asked softly: "Did something happen?"
Wang Lin’er smiled: "Sister, you’re perceptive, but... you’re overthinking." After a pause, she continued: "I wonder about your relationship with the owner of this ox?"
"You guess?" An blinked.
"Master and apprentice?"
"Nope!"
"Disciple’s grandchild?"
"That’s not right either."
"Could it be?" Wang Lin’er retracted her smile, suddenly thinking of a possibility, the old yellow ox was Chen Pingping’s first mount, of high standing.
Even in Qingfeng’s lineage, even Li Qi may not have the privilege of riding.
Only Guang Xiaoyu and Zi Ji were acknowledged by the old yellow ox.
But now, this old yellow ox was utterly compliant to An...
Wang Lin’er spoke: "He’s your father."
An smiled: "Correct."
Indeed...
Damn it!
Wang Lin’er was speechless for a moment, breathless, Chen Pingping’s daughter.
So? Has Chen Pingping come too?
It shouldn’t be!
According to the Ministry of Works’ plan, the upper echelons were responsible for killing Chen Pingping. How could he appear here?
Boom!
Just then, a loud sound echoed from the palace direction.
Wang Lin’er suddenly stood, her complexion changing drastically.
An smiled warmly at her: "Sister seems very tense; could it be? Has a powerful enemy entered?"
"There’s someone else by your side." Wang Lin’er said coldly, realizing suddenly that the man earlier was long gone.
"He couldn’t sit still, wandering around, perhaps even sparring with your Divine Clan’s young talents now!" An remarked: "But, sister, why are you so tense?"
Wang Lin’er said nothing, her gaze dark.
She appeared immaculate and holy, yet at this moment... she felt somewhat demonized, filled with killing intention.
Nearby, the old yellow ox muttered at the corner, observing her, seemingly guarding her, ensuring she dared not take a step outside, or she would face the old yellow ox’s thunderous wrath.
An ceased pretending, her face grew cold, speaking placidly: "Turns out it was guessed right, your Divine Clan is indeed executing a massive conspiracy."
"Has your father come too?" Wang Lin’er didn’t respond directly, instead inquiring about this matter.
"No!" An stared at her.
Oh?
Wang Lin’er curled her lips: "Do you know what you’re saying?"
An said: "My father truly hasn’t come, but... it doesn’t matter, I’m here."
"Small person, big tone." Wang Lin’er sneered: "Do you really think you can leave here alive?" She clapped her hands, and in that moment, a large group of Divine Clan experts charged in from outside.
At least twenty or thirty, all in the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
One by one, they gazed coldly at An and the old yellow ox.
An remained unperturbed, rising slowly, as the Power of Order in her body boiled over, a formidable pressure erupting suddenly.
All the Divine Clan experts shuddered, their gazes now different as they looked at An once more.
Even the arrogant Wang Lin’er was rigid at this moment, that power, how could it be?
Is this really Chen Pingping’s offspring?
Unbelievable.
This was the fluctuation of Mighty Power within her understanding.
If a God were present, they’d certainly sense that this was the Power of Order.
And Order, stands above Mighty Power.
Which means, once this young girl before them condenses a God Grid, she’d directly become the Order God. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"My Madam said, if chatting... really can’t go on, then just flip the table." An opened her eyes, and as she spoke, grabbed the wooden table, flipping it over...
The dishes and delicacies scattered all over the floor, some wine even splashing onto Wang Lin’er’s body.
She was angry but didn’t dare act recklessly, as she couldn’t gauge An’s strength, and any rashness could bring calamity.
Many people lingered inside and outside the elegant residence, but Wang Lin’er said nothing, so they dared not act rashly.
Finally...
An sneered, contemptuous, leading the old yellow ox toward the golden palace.
Just at this moment, another loud sound erupted, Mo Lai was attacking, through the cracks, he glimpsed that terrifying world, his heart enraged, losing control.
With a fierce punch, he tore a corner open.
Human Clan cultivators on the blood-red earth lifted their heads, gazing at this corner, not large, only fist-sized, yet... they had hope.
Who’s attacking?
Over ten powerful Sword Saints held their breaths.
They must consider another issue; once the array collapses, they will inevitably face Divine Clan’s slaughter.
The Divine Clan would never let them leave alive to cover up this fearsome conspiracy.
Unless the Human Clan cultivators entering were extremely strong, someone who could withstand the Divine Clan.
Bei heard the loud sound, asking: "Father, is it the Human Emperor coming?"
His father, tears streaming, answered excitedly: "Yes, child, the Human Emperor has arrived."
