Perfect Double Agent

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Kill me!" the little lion cried out. This was even harder for him to accept than death. If acquaintances saw him, the dignified Lion King, in this state, how could he possibly have the face to exist in the world?

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of Wudao Mountain, a majestic golden figure also descended, exuding an aura of immortality. As soon as he appeared, he startled countless young beings.

In the past, immortals would indeed appear, usually when the tea leaves had fully formed three thousand times. That time was considered a cycle for the tea tree, and the tea leaves produced at that time were not only the most abundant but also the most effective.

"An immortal imperial clan... Could this be the son of an ancient ancestor?" This thought involuntarily arose in the minds of many, their eyes filled with respect.

But what happened next left everyone dumbfounded. After handing the guardian a decree, the immortal took away the entire Enlightenment Mountain.

"This tree already has an owner; we'll discuss it at the tea party later." The guardian was an old man with gray hair and a gray robe. He looked at the shadowy crowds on the surrounding mountains and spoke expressionlessly.

"Owned? How is that possible!" a proud young man shouted, completely disregarding his loss of composure. The Enlightenment Tree has always been shared, and even if an imperial family wanted to take it for themselves, it would be impossible; this is an indisputable fact.

However, it has now become someone else's private property, which is as unbelievable as a fairy tale.

"Does that mean there will be no more tea ceremonies in the world from now on?"

Soon, some older people stepped forward to respectfully ask for advice, and the gray-robed man did not hide anything from them.

"The Little Immortal King has accumulated immeasurable merit and deserves to be possessed."

"Little Immortal King? That person has come out?"

But after the initial doubts subsided, the crowd was filled with excitement. Everyone acknowledged the merit, and on the contrary, they were quite impressed. But you can't take our tree! One leaf, one moment of enlightenment. What if it leads to an earth-shattering, awe-inspiring ancestral technique? What if it accidentally breaks through to the next level?

The enmity of those who obstruct others from achieving enlightenment is irreconcilable; everyone is envious and clamoring to challenge them to a duel.

"Let's smash the Little Immortal King in one fell swoop!" someone shouted from a high place, and Wanhao responded, creating a lively atmosphere.

But then they were at a loss, because no one knew where the Little Immortal King was.

"Is the Little Immortal King very strong?" In the distant horizon, a man and a woman stood side by side, shrouded in chaotic energy. One was tall and imposing, like a demon god, while the other was hazy and beautiful, making one feel as if they were in a dream.

"Very strong. I saw him from afar on the Great Crimson Sky Battlefield. No one in this generation should be his match, and perhaps the previous generation could rival him." The woman spoke, giving him a very high evaluation.

“Junior sister must have been influenced. I don’t think so. The reason he’s been deified so much is because an ancient ancestor personally went to welcome him back. I’d like to see where his strength lies.” The man spoke, his deep voice carrying an unspeakable domineering aura, as well as the excitement of finding prey.

The woman remained silent. She didn't think this member of the imperial clan would be her match. The difference in their cultivation levels could be balanced in the arena, but that person was highly respected in that realm and was considered the crystallization of an era. He must have something unique about him. To contend with him, she would need to invite a member of the previous generation of the imperial clan or ask the person who had been confirmed as the leader of the younger generation to take action.

The news that the Enlightenment Tea Tree had become private property stirred up a great deal of anger. Before long, news spread that the Little Immortal King was still in the Taiyin River, touring the mountains and rivers with a fairy.

"Charge!"

This is astonishing; there are so many people, a vast, dense crowd, numbering in the tens of thousands. And this is before the tea party has even started; the number will only increase as it approaches.

Chapter 426 The Anlan Clan?

The black river was as wide as a boundless lake. When a small boat passed by, the turbulent waters calmed down, as if an unparalleled and terrifying power was hidden beneath.

An old man in a gray robe and gray hair appeared silently in this area. He stood in the sky and looked down. With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that below, under a small boat, the patterns were intertwined and the runes were dense, forming a huge Kun fish, like a huge overlord in hibernation. Once it awakened, it would cause earth-shattering events.

"So it was using the Taiyin River to comprehend the Kunpeng Technique," the old man murmured.

Upstream, however, a large swarm of creatures came chasing after them.

"it's him?"

The arriving creatures quieted down and carefully observed each other. They could tell at a glance whether some of them were powerful.

The man and woman were both calm, surrounded by a special atmosphere that soothed the tense atmosphere that had just begun to permeate the area.

The only unsettling place was the bow of the ship.

A golden lion cub, resembling a puppy, had its mouth tightly shut, its nostrils flaring as it breathed heavily, with only its head peeking out. It huffed and puffed as it moved its four little legs against the current in the water, as if struggling to survive. But no matter how it paddled, it always maintained a certain distance from the boat.

Its adorable appearance attracted the attention of many people. Even the cold-hearted female creatures couldn't help but soften their hearts and wanted to reach into the water to scoop up the poor little guy and hold him in their arms to comfort him.

"Could it be Brother Jin...?" A young man exclaimed in alarm, his eyelids twitching as he looked at the golden lion on the water.

"A blue-eyed, golden-scaled lion?" someone wondered, and even the others were alarmed.

"The one who's one of the Ten Heavenly Kings of our time?"

"That arrogant lion who defies heaven and earth and wants to rise above the heavens? Isn't this a little lion cub? Look at his cute but fierce little expression!"

The crowd erupted in uproar. With each word spoken, the little lion sank a little deeper. He wanted to die. He was utterly ashamed to face anyone. One of the Ten Heavenly Kings of a realm, ranked in the top ten—what an honor! He had been ruthless since childhood, defeating countless powerful figures to earn his invincible reputation. But today, his image had completely collapsed.

He could even foresee how others would view him in the future: "Milk lion? I'll milk your grandpa!"

"Is there anything you need?" Bai Ye looked up and smiled gently, his warmth and detachment calming the restless crowd. Even many women couldn't help but blink their beautiful eyes.

Although this person was brought back from another realm by the Immortal King, many people knew in their hearts that he might become one of the young adults.

However, in foreign lands, everything is decided by strength. If you want to stand above others and make them submit, you must have the strength to convince everyone.

"Little Immortal King, do you dare to fight us!" Someone strode forward. He was a middle-aged man with silver hair and silver eyes. His entire face was covered with fine scales covered with runes. As soon as he appeared, a large area around him cleared up on its own.

"King Qishan Yinjun!"

Some were alarmed. This was a veteran Heavenly King who had ranked eighth five thousand years ago, but unfortunately he was destined to never reach the Supreme Realm and had always been stuck at the Escape One Realm. If it weren't for the Enlightenment Tea Party, he would never have appeared.

"I am at the pinnacle of this realm, and I will not deceive you. Please, Your Excellency, set up the Divine Competition Platform!" said the Divine Lord of Qishan, looking at the gray-robed old man in the sky.

The old man looked at Bai Ye, "Would you be willing to give them a chance to challenge you? After all, the Enlightenment Tea Tree belongs to you, and it's inevitable that many people will be dissatisfied."

"What do you mean 'give us a chance'? If we were at the same level, we could definitely crush him!" Many people were indignant. They called themselves a warrior race, and their inherent arrogance made them unable to accept being underestimated.

"As a man who will dominate this world, I am not afraid of battle, but not everyone can fight me!" Bai Ye slowly stood up.

As he moved, the entire world began to tilt. The Taiyin River stretched across the sky, the universe turned upside down, and terrifying blood energy pierced through the heavens and the earth, like an eternal pillar of light that shattered time, crushed the firmament, tore apart the galaxy, and extinguished one great star after another.

This is simply too astonishing. The mere outward release of qi and blood has created such a terrifying scene, causing figures in the sky to fall one after another, like dumplings being poured into the water.

In an instant, only about a dozen people remained suspended in the sky, most of whom were at the peak of the Escape One realm.

The only surprise was that a man and a woman were standing in the sky on the other side. Although their cultivation levels were not high, they were protected by an artifact, their faces were flushed, and their blood was surging.

"You can't even withstand one-tenth of my vital energy, yet you dare to challenge me? Go home and cultivate for tens of thousands more years!"

A cold voice rang out, echoing throughout the world, its domineering tone filled with majesty.

This man seemed like a completely different person, transforming from reserved to sharp and ruthless, like an immortal sword sweeping across the sky, its power overwhelming all directions.

Not just anyone can come and cause him trouble; he wants an evenly matched opponent, he wants pressure.

"boom!"

The heavens and earth trembled as Qishan Yinjun stepped forward, his silver hair flying in the wind. "You want to fight someone like me, who is at the peak level, in the early stages?"

"What a joke! I never contend with those of the same rank; I only attack those of higher rank!"

The domineering words left no room for rebuttal, because the other party had the right to say so, and even a powerful expert at the Great Perfection level felt deeply suppressed.

"That's arrogant!"

Qishan Yinjun's eyes opened and closed, the silver light boundless, and in those silver pupils, two Great Dao symbols were formed, and his whole body rushed over in an instant.

It would be unbearable for anyone, just as they all knew of this person's terrible record, yet they showed no fear whatsoever; belligerence seemed to be their instinct.

"Boom!"

In a mere instant, the entire sky was torn apart. As the five fingers slammed down like mountains, the five ancestral techniques evolved into the Five Elements Divine Light, carrying chaotic energy to suppress and kill, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and rumble.

This person is indeed extraordinary; his moves are exceptional, and he shows no underestimation of his opponent.

Bai Ye was completely unafraid. He clenched his fist and attacked with wide, sweeping movements. His fist imprints swept out like a raging torrent, annihilating everything in all directions. The divine light shattered, and the chaotic energy surged.

"kill!"

Qishan Yinjun roared, his hair flying wildly, his eyes shining brightly. The two Dao symbols inside him were dazzlingly brilliant. The moment they burst forth, they transformed into two silver heavenly blades that cleaved out, their blade light blazing fiercely, stretching for 100,000 feet, completely dimming the sun and moon.

At the same time, behind him, an ancient silver phantom stood tall and imposing, emanating an aura of immortality. It instantly merged with his entire being, causing his aura to surge and him to charge forward, radiating an incredibly terrifying pressure.

Bai Ye's figure floated over, simultaneously activating the three great heavenly arts, which were then amplified in his fist. He swung it forward, unleashing a mighty and terrifying aura that seemed to pierce through the past, present, and future. The silver heavenly blade clanged and shattered, turning into symbols that crumbled away.

But at this moment, Qishan Yinjun also attacked. The two great figures clashed in the sky, each blow destroying the heavens and the earth, creating an astonishing scene.

Qishan Yinjun is undoubtedly terrifying. Immortal blood flows through his body, and silver light bursts forth, transforming into ten thousand sword beams that surge and fill every inch of space.

However, he was still blasted backward. The fist imprint was invincible and unstoppable, making everything seem to wither and the world to reincarnate. It was clear that a man was striding forward with unparalleled divine power. Every punch he threw seemed to carry the pulse of the universe, causing Qishan Yinjun to be unable to stop retreating.

He couldn't withstand the domineering and arrogant force contained in that fist; even his body was cracking, and blood was splattering everywhere.

Each punch from the opponent could shatter galaxies and destroy the world. It was so powerful that it caused Qishan Yinjun to stagger, and half of his body exploded. The densely packed creatures below felt their scalps tingle, their souls tremble, and their minds were about to explode.

"boom!"

Another punch came flying in. Qi Shan Yin Jun couldn't resist it. He burned his whole body and tried his best, but he was still broken through. The fist hit his brow directly, cold and domineering!

"Pfft!"

A head exploded, the primordial spirit was annihilated, and only a mangled body fell to the ground.

Everyone was prepared to die in the challenge, but what terrified the creatures below was that Lord Qishan was defeated far too quickly.

"I'll do it!"

An old man flew into the sky. He had lived for countless years. He had dragon horns on his head and dragged a crocodile tail behind him. His exposed skin was full and powerful, black as if it were cast from black gold.

But with each step he took, the stars trembled, and as the black demonic mist spread, he emerged after a few steps, the black mist obscuring the sky and the sun, like an immortal dark demon god!

This is definitely a powerful figure with an astonishing background. If it weren't for the Enlightenment Tea Party, he probably wouldn't have appeared. Even the gray-robed old man nodded slightly, as if acknowledging the other party's strength.

However, incredibly, the white-robed man's aura remained undiminished, and he became even more ferocious, smashing the ancestral technique with his fists and blasting the dragon-horned old man into close combat.

He was like an invincible warrior, or the only god in the world, with only boiling fighting spirit and an unstoppable and terrifying will. No veteran powerhouses or royal families could stop him from moving forward.

"Boom!"

The fists were unleashed, one punch... two punches... three punches, terrifying and devastating, piercing through the starry sea, accompanied by the destruction of an old man, and the entire world fell into an astonishing silence.

"This……"

Tens of thousands of living beings were stunned and their hearts trembled as they stared in fear at the man in the sky. Now, everyone had a clear understanding of the power of that little immortal king.

He slammed down two kings in succession, his fists shattering the universe, as if everything was about to fall at his feet, and anyone who came would be blasted to death. His terrifying will moved everyone present.

"Again!"

The world was silent, except for a single, disdainful statement that echoed for a long time.

"I'll do it!"

A tremendous roar resounded, terrifying enough to be heard even from millions of miles away.