The Qi Cultivation Emperor Who Snatches Brides, do you think you're funny?

Chapter 142 Embarrassment and Anger! (Please Read, Subscribe, and Vote)
When the Dark Saint and the others heard the unfamiliar voice coldly say, "Show goodwill? You're overthinking it," their faces instantly turned bright red, as if they were being roasted by fire.

The red spread at an alarming speed, and soon their entire faces turned a strange purplish-red, as if blood would spurt from their pores at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and the trembling became more and more intense, as if they were being violently shaken by an invisible force.

As they trembled, their bodies slowly swelled up, stretching their once-fitting clothes tightly. The fabric ripped under the strain, and soon cracks appeared, revealing skin swollen like rubber balls.

The Dark Saint's eyes widened in horror and disbelief. He tried to call for help, but found that his throat was being tightly choked by something, and he could only make a series of difficult "gurgling" sounds, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The other Saint Realm experts and Saint Realm masters were in no better shape; they too were struggling with this inexplicable pain, their eyes revealing a deep fear of death.

Just as everyone was still staring in astonishment at this scene and had not yet come to their senses, a loud "bang!" was heard, and the Dark Saint's body was the first to be unable to withstand the expanding power and exploded violently.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, bones shattered, and a strong stench of blood filled the entire Piaoyun Hall. Blood rained down on the ground and walls, even splashing onto some nearby ministers and generals, causing them to scream in terror.

Before everyone could recover from the sudden bloodshed, the bodies of the other two Saint Realm experts also exploded under the influence of that terrifying power.

Two more loud explosions followed, and more blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew everywhere, turning the once solemn and majestic hall into a living hell.

The three Saint Realm experts also could not escape this fate. Their bodies, after a series of horrifying twists, exploded one after another with "bang! bang! bang!", making the bloody scene even more tragic.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was stunned by the terrifying scene before them, their minds blank, and for a moment they forgot how to react.

The generals also stopped laughing. They were used to life-and-death battles on the battlefield, but the bizarre and bloody scene in front of them sent a chill down their spines, as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts and making it hard for them to breathe.

The civil officials frowned deeply, as they had never seen such methods before.

The old patriarch of Emerald Valley was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

He never imagined that the Dark Saint and his companions could die, especially in front of the Emperor of the Piaoyun Dynasty!

He knew in his heart that all of this must have been done by the Li family, but at this moment he was filled with regret and only hoped that he could survive this sudden disaster. However, looking at the nightmare-like scene in front of him, a deep despair welled up in his heart, and he felt that he was probably doomed.

"The Li family! You are the ancestor of the Li family!"

The old patriarch of Emerald Valley shouted, filled with panic!
The emperor of the Piaoyun Dynasty snorted coldly, his voice sounding particularly abrupt in the deathly silent hall.

He appeared perfectly calm, his hands still resting steadily on the armrests of the dragon throne. But in reality, from the moment that unfamiliar voice rang out, he secretly circulated his spiritual power, spreading his divine sense outwards at an extreme speed, trying to find the speaker's whereabouts.

However, what greatly displeased him was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the slightest clue. It was as if the owner of the voice was a ghost, able to come and go freely in the palace without leaving any trace. He coldly scanned the chaotic scene in the hall, watching the pale faces of the generals, their bodies trembling slightly despite their best efforts to control themselves.

Seeing the civil officials either collapsed to the ground or looked terrified, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness;

Looking at the terrified and helpless old ancestor of Emerald Valley, who was screaming in despair, a slight sneer appeared on his lips.

"Shut up, all of you! Don't move!" The emperor's voice was cold and authoritative, instantly silencing the trembling screams and chaotic noises that filled the hall.

Upon hearing the emperor's rebuke, everyone froze, daring not to make the slightest move. They could only suppress their fear, not daring to utter a sound. The entire hall fell silent, with only the sound of their rapid breathing remaining.

The emperor slowly raised his right hand, and a dazzling light flashed from his sleeve. The light grew stronger and stronger, gradually condensing into a long sword that exuded an ancient aura.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the spiritual energy in the entire hall seemed to be drawn in, and began to converge wildly towards the sword.

This is the legendary weapon of the Piaoyun Dynasty—the Flowing Cloud Sword. It is usually enshrined in a forbidden area deep within the imperial palace. Only in critical moments concerning the survival of the dynasty will the emperor use this sacred object.

The emperor gripped the hilt of the Flowing Cloud Sword tightly, continuously pouring his spiritual power into it. The light on the sword grew ever brighter, and a faint sound of a dragon's roar seemed to emanate from it.

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping across every corner of the hall once more. He secretly vowed, "Hmph! No matter who you are, how dare you be so presumptuous in my palace! Today, I will use this sacred weapon of destiny to find you and let you know the consequences of provoking my Piaoyun Dynasty!"

As the emperor infused his spiritual power, the Flowing Cloud Sword began to tremble slowly. The light on the sword's body shot out in all directions of the hall as if it were a tangible substance. Wherever it went, the light was like fine silk threads, carefully exploring every inch of space.

However, what made the emperor's face even more gloomy was that even with the use of such sacred weapons, he still could not find any trace of the mysterious enemy, as if the other party had already seen through his methods and made preparations to hide in advance.

"Damn it!" The emperor couldn't help but curse under his breath, the light of the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand flickering, showing his extreme anger at this moment.

But he was, after all, the ruler of a country, and at such a crucial moment, he could not afford to lose his dignity in front of everyone.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Hmph! Don't think you can escape this calamity by hiding. I swear here today that no matter the cost, I will find you, you cowardly rat, and make you pay a heavy price for what you have done today!"

After saying this, the emperor increased the intensity of the spiritual energy he poured in, and the light of the Flowing Cloud Sword instantly surged. The entire hall was enveloped in that dazzling light, and everyone felt that everything in front of them was white and they could not see anything.

Despite the intense illumination of this light, the mysterious enemy remained elusive, like a stone sinking into the sea.

(End of this chapter)