Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 310 A slip of the tongue brings disaster; the Patriarch saves me.

"Yes, those kings and nobles of the mortal realm!"

Suddenly, a celestial being spoke, his voice trembling.

"what?"

"Luoyue, what did you say? A king or noble of the mortal realm?"

"That mortal who is suspected of being connected to the forbidden divine artifact taken away by the former emperor of the human world?"

"Is it really him? Prince Su, Zhu Jinzhen?"

The other immortals, while showing expressions of horror, were also resisting the unparalleled killing power of the thousand-foot-long spears that rained down from the sky; each of them had a different expression.

At a glance, one can see the entire mortal world.

But there is one figure whose scenery is different from that of the rest of the world.

Prince Su, Zhu Jinzhen.

The mortal in the human world, smiling as he looked up at them.

"I can't see through him. I can't even sense his cultivation level, or even whether he has cultivated martial arts or immortal techniques?" a celestial being exclaimed in shock, his scalp tingling.

In an instant, everyone subconsciously looked at Zhu Jinzhen.

However, at this moment, an immortal raised his hand and a beam of immortal light transformed into swirling shadows that swept past in front of everyone.

"do not look."

"Don't look at him."

"Just now, Ziyang only made eye contact with him once, and then he died instantly!"

The immortal who had previously warned everyone that the death of Master Ziyang might be related to Zhu Jinzhen tilted his head back, poured several pill-like objects into his mouth, drooling blood from the corner of his mouth, and loudly reminded the other immortals.

A single glance, and a celestial being from afar is killed?

The other immortals looked at each other, somewhat incredulous.

But the facts were undeniable: Master Ziyang had fallen. No matter how unbelievable it seemed, they had no choice but to believe it. In the nick of time, they quickly averted their gaze, avoiding eye contact with Zhu Jinzhen, who stood on the ground yet appeared to be high above them, looking down upon them.

They're afraid!
The immortal named Luoyue, who was afraid of being reminded, had his words come true.

They followed in the footsteps of Master Ziyang.

"You actually found it?"

Zhu Jinzhen's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze towards the immortal named Luoyue turned slightly cold: "Too much talk leads to trouble. It seems you are no longer fit to live."

Zheng!
A vast sword intent, a sword principle invisible to the naked eye, slashed towards the immortal Luo Yue who had given the warning.

He only had time to sense the terrifying danger approaching, a great terror as if his life was about to end, and he had no time to react or resist. He only felt his primordial spirit being blocked by a golden sword light.

Even his throat was entangled by the invisible rules of swordsmanship.

It seemed that the next moment, if that 'sword' were to be pushed forward even slightly, it could send him to the throne.

Faced with this desperate situation, Luo Yue was filled with horror and despair. With the fastest speed she had ever managed, she crushed a jade pendant at her waist and shouted, "Master, save me!!"

hum! ! !
A burst of purple immortal light exploded, and a majestic figure, as if crossing endless void, descended from the upper realm, pointing a finger at Luo Yue from afar with boundless rage!
Just a finger's width, yet separated by a vast distance, the gap between the human world and the upper realm.

It still gave Yang Ning, Changsun Wangqing, Yan Yimei, and even all the experts above the Grandmaster level in and around the capital the illusion that the world was collapsing and crumbling!
The next moment, Zhu Jinzhen's figure seemed to step through the void and appeared at the location of the already disappeared Heavenly Gate. He smiled slightly at Changsun Wangqing, Yang Ning, Yan Yimei and others below: "You can fight with peace of mind. I will take care of the immortals in the heavens for you."

That figure's methods were nothing short of astonishingly powerful. Even a move from across worlds could shake the entire world of martial arts.

Before him, even terrestrial beings would be no different from ants.

If Zhu Jinzhen doesn't make a move, Changsun Wangqing and Yan Yimei will have a hard time even surviving, let alone killing the immortals.

"Yes!"

Yang Ning smiled happily, and with a flick of his finger, dozens of golden spear beams, each a thousand feet long, descended from the sky, heading straight for the dumbfounded immortals.

"Your Highness, rest assured, they won't escape." Yan Yimei sneered. With her Highness personally clearing the obstacles for them, these immortals had no chance of survival!
"To come to this mortal realm and disrespect His Highness is punishable by death!"

Changsun Wangqing, wielding the Light Eyebrow Blade, charged towards the nearest immortal.

Zhu Jinzhen nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to a certain place: "Time flies by in the blink of an eye, a thousand years pass in an instant."

"Is this the price?"

The Immortal Falling Moon, who was once dashing and ethereal, like a banished immortal from heaven, now has a withered face, his black hair turned completely white, and his body exudes the kind of waning aura that only comes with old age.

A celestial being, in the blink of an eye, went from being full of vigor to being old and frail.

Such a price made Zhu Jinzhen dare not underestimate it.

but……

"Saving and killing people under my control, who gave you the courage?" Zhu Jinzhen sneered, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void to meet the towering figure of the immortal Daoist. With a wave of his right hand, his true energy quickly condensed into a sword, and he slashed directly at the figure who had attacked from across the void.

"Insects! You're asking for death!"

Zhu Jinzhen and that figure were separated by an immense distance, as if they were in different realms, and even tens of thousands of miles were insufficient to describe the distance between them.

However, Zhu Jinzhen clearly 'heard' the figure's furious voice.

"It's you, you're asking for death!"

Zhu Jinzhen sneered, and the sword he had gathered into a sword was already slashing down from a distance.

As that towering immortal being, brimming with overwhelming killing intent, seemed poised to tear apart the void, shatter space, and descend upon the mortal realm to settle scores with Zhu Jinzhen, this insignificant ant, a look of fear, confusion, and anger suddenly appeared on His face.

"Oh!"

Zhu Jinzhen mentally replayed the image in his mind: the ancestor of the Rain Immortal, that majestic figure forced to kneel in the void by a single sword strike, filled with...
The sound of someone kneeling and bowing in his direction, their face contorted with resentment.

"How can it be!"

"That was the founder of the Qingyun Sect, the Heavenly Emperor who ruled over this vast world!"

Not only that immortal giant, but even the other immortals who were distracted by everything looked like they had seen a ghost. Immortal Luo Yue even vomited several mouthfuls of blood essence.

Having already paid a heavy price, with his vital energy depleted and his body weakened, he is now truly no different from an ordinary old man on his deathbed in the mortal world.

"The Immortal Path has many realms, how can the kings and nobles of the mortal world cross over? How can they cross over?" Luo Yue cried out in his heart. He could already feel death, his body gradually turning into ashes and dissolving inch by inch.

The golden sword light deep within his primordial spirit had pierced through it, injecting the vast sword intent and rules, carrying the fierce power of a fallen being, into his primordial spirit, his soul, his cells, and every part of his body.

But, on her deathbed, Luo Yue still murmured in despair and disbelief, "Ancestor, how is this possible, how is this possible... those mortal kings and nobles, those mere ants, what right do they have??"

Their Qingyun Sect's founder was actually forced to kneel by a mere mortal king?

Even that mortal emperor who supposedly fought to the death against several celestial emperors and divine beings paid an extremely heavy price; how could he possibly be as carefree as Zhu Jinzhen?!

(End of this chapter)