I just reached the maximum level, and you want me to be a puppet emperor?

Chapter 402 Is this the peak of the Saint Realm? (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Hearing Li Chen begin clearing the area and showing off, Master Qingxu, as his subordinate, certainly wouldn't dare to delay the emperor's grand show-off project.

Moreover, he couldn't participate in a battle of this level, so he nodded, respectfully cupped his fists to Li Chen, and said, "Your Majesty, I will disperse the crowd immediately."

Master Qingxu had witnessed Li Chen's actions firsthand, and he felt that Li Chen's claim of a 1,000-meter radius of influence was an understatement; the range should be at least 2,000 meters.

Just as Master Qingxu turned around to disperse the crowd, he bumped right into Fang Shichuan.

Fang Shichuan, looking utterly dejected, rubbed his aching forehead and glared resentfully at Qingxu Daoist, saying, "Master, why did you run so fast just now? We agreed to keep it light."

"When you get back, draw me 100,000 Heavenly Spirit Tiger-Falling Talismans. If you don't finish them, don't even think about leaving the house!"

Master Qingxu glared fiercely at Fang Shiyu, then grabbed Fang Shiyu by the neck, swung him around once, and threw him away violently into the distance.

You're still sitting here calmly? If you want to die, just say so! If it weren't for the time and effort it would take to train you as my personal disciple, I wouldn't bother saving you, you idiot.

"Master, what did I do wrong? Why are you punishing me by making me draw talismans just like my master's wife?"

Fang Shichuan was thrown into the air, feeling incredibly aggrieved. "Didn't you say you were calm? Drawing 100,000 sheets would take forever!"
I am a direct disciple, not someone who prints talismans!
After Qingxu Shangren finished doing everything, he immediately gathered his spiritual power in his throat and shouted to the group of powerful figures present: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, run for your lives! People from Yuxu Immortal Mansion, take all those with low cultivation levels with you, and be quick!"

Upon receiving the order, the powerful figures of Jade Void Immortal Mansion grabbed the lower-level cultivators and ran away, regardless of whether they wanted to or not.

The onlookers were not fools. Since the Jade Void Immortal, a Saint Realm cultivator, had spoken, who would dare to stay here any longer? They immediately began to flee in all directions.

On the battlefield.

The auras of the two figures, one in black and one in white, had reached their peak.

The white-robed expert formed a sword incantation with his hands, and the long sword that had been circling around him stood upright in the void, its boundless sword intent bursting forth and leaving the void riddled with holes.

The black-clad powerhouse formed a crane seal in his hand, and the illusory crane behind him had already solidified. Each feather gleamed with a chilling metallic luster, like a sharp blade, and a monstrous aura of blood permeated the air, as if an ancient ferocious beast had descended upon the world.

"Boom——!"

Thunder rumbled through the dark clouds that obscured the sky.

"break!"

The shouts of the two powerful figures, one in black and one in white, were deafening, and they charged forward with overwhelming force.

Before the two even got close, the mere clash of their auras unleashed a monstrous shockwave. Had it not been for Master Qingxu's timely intervention, the mere wisps of power within the shockwave would have been enough to turn low-level cultivators into a bloody mist.

A battle between two titans of their caliber isn't something just anyone can stand by and watch.

"Is this the peak of the Saint Realm?"

Hong Qingshu had already retreated to a distance. She gazed at the two powerful figures, one in black and one in white, who were about to clash. Feeling the sharp wind that stung her face, she was momentarily lost in thought.

It wasn't until she saw that unparalleled power that she realized how ridiculous she had been to try to help Jun Wuhui.

The man she cherished was still the darling of heaven. Would Jun Wu Hui lose? No, that black figure would only be another glorious victory for Jun Wu Hui!
Xi Yushuang clenched her fists tightly, her eyes beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows already brimming with excitement. Years had passed, and Jun Wuhui was now even more remarkable than before. From today onward, he would likely become famous throughout the entire Tian Ce Empire.

So what if I couldn't be Jun Wuhui's woman back then? When he became famous, wouldn't I still be able to stand behind him?
Just as the two powerful figures, one in black and one in white, were about to collide, a figure flashed between them.

The figure was young, handsome, and exuded nobility; who else could it be but Li Chen?
Unlike the two powerful figures who were about to clash, Li Chen did not exude overwhelming pressure or bloodlust. Standing beneath their sharp edges, his robes fluttered, his long hair flowed, and the smile on his lips was gentle and refined, as if he were a peerless immortal standing proudly in the mortal world, regarding all the heroes of the world as nothing.

Jun Wu Hui stared at Li Chen, who had suddenly appeared, his eyes filled with indifference.

Although this person did not possess a powerful aura, the fact that he dared to stand under the full force of the attack from himself and the black-clad expert who were wielding immortal artifacts showed that he was no ordinary person.

But so what? Since they dared to stand recklessly under the full force of his and the black-clad expert's attack using their immortal artifacts, even if the opponent was also a peak Saint, he would die today!
Jun Wu Hui's eyes turned cold, and he immediately shouted, pouring all his spiritual energy into the longsword floating in front of him, and thrusting it towards Li Chen at an even faster speed.

In an instant, the sword intent was completely restrained, and the longsword became dim and without light. The fleeing crowd in the distance seemed to be stared at by a ferocious beast in the darkness, and each of them subconsciously turned to look at the battlefield.

That longsword was now just an ordinary sword, yet everyone was filled with fear, without a doubt that it would unleash power capable of moving mountains and filling seas in the next second.

The sword is not about killing, but about concealing; this is the ultimate sword intent of a sword cultivator!

Similar to Jun Wu Hui in white, the black-clad expert dared to stand between him and Jun Wu Hui, his pupils overflowing with killing intent, and his steps quickening involuntarily.

Before him, a crane, with the momentum of an eagle soaring through the sky, cried out. Its originally metallic white wings turned crimson, and its overwhelming killing intent materialized, causing the scorched earth beneath its feet to explode and raise clouds of black dust.

At the critical moment, Li Chen, who was standing in the center, finally moved.

Li Chen raised his strong arm and, before the opponent could react, slapped Jun Wu Hui across the face.

"Snapped--!"

With a loud bang, a stunned Jun Wuhui was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing with the force of thunder onto the broken peak two thousand meters away.

"boom--!"

Jun Wu Hui crashed onto the broken peak without any surprise. In an instant, the earth trembled, mud and rocks rolled down, and dust covered the sky.

All of this happened in less than a breath. The black-clad expert had already arrived with the Blood Crane. Li Chen did not pause at all, turning his palm into a fist and striking the Blood Crane.

"when--!"

The fist collided with the blood crane, producing a metallic clang that resonated like a great bell, piercing the eardrums.

"Wow!"

The blood crane, formed from spiritual energy, looked up and cried out in sorrow. Its body had already been pierced by Li Chen's fist, and the black-clad expert who was originally behind it had long since disappeared.

Looking closely in the direction from which the black-clad expert had come, a ball of fire shot backward like a meteor. That was the black-clad expert who had been knocked back by Li Chen's punch, and whose clothes were ignited by the friction of the air!
"boom!"

The Blood Crane exploded, and the overwhelming spiritual energy and bloodthirsty aura surged forth, bursting out like a giant mushroom cloud as if a comet had collided.

(End of this chapter)