The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

boom!

The vermilion gate of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, studded with copper nails, was shattered into pieces by a single blow. Wood chips, carried by the strong wind, kicked up a cloud of dust in the courtyard.

Xu Nuo was holding a teacup when she paused.

"You came pretty fast." He blew on the tea foam without even moving his buttocks.

Shen Qingyi suddenly stood up, her hand on the hilt of her sword, her expression grave.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the tranquility of the courtyard.

The white-robed saint rode a tall horse and led dozens of followers straight in.

The gray-robed elder, Xuan Hufa, lagged behind by half a horse's length, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a sinister gaze.

"The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is nothing special." The Holy Son looked down at Xu Nuo, who was sitting at the stone table, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

His gaze shifted and landed on Shen Qingyi, his eyes instantly turning gloomy.

"Qingyi, you have disappointed me greatly." The Holy Son's tone was icy. "The dignified Primordial Saintess has actually stooped so low, submitting herself to a worthless mortal. Do you know your crime?"

Shen Qingyi stepped forward and stood in front of Xu Nuo.

"Holy Son, there's more to this than meets the eye, I..."

"Shut up!" the Holy Son interrupted sharply. "You've completely disgraced the Holy Land! After I kill this brat, I'll take you back to the Holy Land to receive your punishment!"

Xu Nuo sat in the back, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the blue figure blocking her way.

This icy girl is actually quite loyal.

"Protector Xuan," the Holy Son ordered without bothering with pleasantries, "cripple his limbs, but leave him alive. I'm taking him back to the Holy Land to be slowly processed."

"Yes."

Protector Xuan sneered and dismounted.

The aura of a peak sixth-rank martial artist erupted without reservation.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and the heavy pressure, like a mountain, pressed down on the two people beside the stone table.

Shen Qingyi groaned, her face pale, and her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

At the peak of the sixth rank, one can practically roam freely in the mortal world. She, however, is only at the initial fifth rank and is no match for him.

"Xu Nuo, go now!" Shen Qingyi gritted her teeth and hissed, "Go find your grandfather!"

Xu Nuo did not move.

He even took a leisurely sip of tea.

The jade pendant on her chest was frighteningly hot.

Dark red dragon patterns roamed wildly beneath his skin, like a madman who hadn't eaten for ten or fifteen days smelling an unparalleled delicacy.

"Where are you going?" Xu Nuo put down his teacup, stood up, and pulled Shen Qingyi behind him.

He looked at the approaching Protector Xuan as if he were looking at a plate of braised pork that had just come out of the pot.

"Old man, do you know where this is?" Xu Nuo patted the dust off his clothes.

Protector Xuan scoffed, "It's just a duke's mansion in the mortal world. Even if I tear this place down today, what can that old bastard Xu Zhentian do to me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Protector Xuan suddenly sprang into action.

The withered claws, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, hurtled straight for Xu Nuo's throat. A surge of internal energy blocked all of Xu Nuo's escape routes.

Shen Qingyi's pupils contracted sharply. It's over.

Just as that claw was less than three inches from Xu Nuo's throat.

Xu Nuo moved.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his right hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing Xuan Hufa's wrist.

The picture seems to freeze at this moment.

The sinister smile on Protector Xuan's face froze.

He discovered that his proud sixth-grade internal energy vanished without a trace the moment it touched Xu Nuo's palm.

No, it didn't disappear.

It was swallowed up!

"You..." Protector Xuan stared wide-eyed at the young man before him in horror.

Xu Nuo's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Peak of Rank Six? That's incredibly nourishing."

Roar!

A dragon's roar, which only Xu Nuo could hear, exploded in his mind.

The illusory image of the Primordial Dragon Soul frantically extracted the primordial power from the Xuan Protector's body along Xu Nuo's arm.

Protector Xuan convulsed violently, and his originally rosy complexion turned ashen at a visible speed.

He tried desperately to break free, but found himself gripped tightly like by iron clamps, unable to move at all.

"Let...let me go!" Protector Xuan screamed like a pig being slaughtered, his voice filled with extreme fear.

His level of understanding is plummeting.

Rank 6.

Fifth rank.

Fourth rank...

In just a few breaths, the protective energy within Xuan's body was completely drained, and even the source of his martial arts was sucked away.

He promised to let go.

thump.

Xuan Hufa collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, his hair instantly turning snow-white, and he looked more than ten years older.

He was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over, and he had become a complete cripple.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The holy son on horseback stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Shen Qingyi stood frozen in place, her mind buzzing.

What happened?

A spoiled brat who hasn't even scratched the surface of martial arts crippled a peak sixth-rank martial artist in one move?!

Xu Nuo closed his eyes and felt the surging power within his body.

On the jade pendant, the first dragon pattern lit up completely, emitting a dark red glow.

The power of the true dragon coursed through my limbs and bones, and the feeling of being filled with power was simply addictive.

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the holy son on horseback.

"Now, it's your turn."

The Holy Son shuddered and suddenly came to his senses.

"You... what kind of sorcery did you use?!" His voice trembled, and he was no longer the arrogant person he had been just moments before.

"Sorcery?" Xu Nuo sneered and kicked off with his foot.

boom!

The bluestone pavement shattered instantly. Xu Nuo was launched like a cannonball, appearing in front of the Holy Son in an instant.

too fast!

The Holy Son had no time to react; he only felt his collar tighten and was forcibly pulled off the horse by a tremendous force.

boom!

Xu Nuo grabbed the Holy Son by the neck and slammed him hard to the ground.

The ground was smashed into a shallow crater, and the Holy Son coughed up a mouthful of blood, his ribs broken in countless places.

"The Primordial Holy Land, is it?"

Snapped!

Xu Nuo retaliated with a resounding slap, causing half of the Holy Son's face to swell up and his teeth to fly out, mixed with blood.

"So you think you're so high and mighty, huh?"

Snapped!

Another slap in the face.

"You want me to die, huh?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Xu Nuo slapped the son repeatedly, his hands raining down on his face. The crisp sound of the slaps echoed in the courtyard.

The followers were so terrified that they didn't even have the courage to draw their swords and retreated in all directions.

Even Protector Xuan was instantly killed; they were just easy prey if they went up there.

The Holy Son was so dizzy from the beating that his mind went blank.

He is the Holy Son of the Primordial Era, always treated with utmost respect wherever he goes. When has he ever suffered such humiliation!

"Xu Nuo! How dare you insult me!" the Holy Son roared hysterically. "The Primordial Holy Land will never let you get away with this!"

He promised to stop.

He stood up, looked down at the Holy Son whose head was swollen like a pig's, raised his right foot, and stomped hard on the other's face.

Press down hard.

"I have a quirk," Xu Nuo said calmly, "If someone tries to kill me, I usually kill them first."

The holy son's facial bones cracked as he was trampled, and the excruciating pain finally brought him back to his senses.

fear.

An unprecedented fear gripped him.

This spoiled brat is insane! He's really capable of killing!

"No...don't kill me..." the holy son pleaded incoherently, tears and snot mixed with blood flowing all over the ground.

"I am the Holy Son... If you kill me, the Holy Land will raze Dali to the ground..."

"To flatten the Great Li?"

A rough, thunderous voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"I'll see who dares to raze Dali to the ground!"

boom!

The already dilapidated courtyard gate was kicked away completely.

A burly old man with white hair and beard strode in.

He was dressed in faded casual clothes and carrying a steel whip as thick as a baby's arm.

His entire body exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Xu Zhentian, the number one warrior of Dali and the Duke of Zhenguo.