102: Chapter 102 Do you really think Kunlun is easy to bully?

A black beam of light slammed into the City Defense Formation. Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only this sound remained, and the spiritual light above the capital city flickered violently.

That curtain of light, which had tenaciously held on since the City Defense Formation appeared, finally let out one last mournful cry under this strike from the three Tribulation Transcenders.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of shattering was exceptionally piercing amidst the deafening roar.

The City Defense Formation shattered with a boom, and the spiritual light across the sky turned into a rain of light, scattering down in profusion.

Fragments of the City Defense Formation were still drifting down from the sky; the colorful specks of light reflected on everyone's faces, yet they could not illuminate the darkness in anyone's eyes.

Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe stood on the city tower, his face livid. The formation was broken. He knew this moment would come, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. At this moment, there was still no news from Old Ancestor.

Aboard the spirit boat, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting looked down at the defenseless capital city below. Without any wasted words, he struck down with his palm.

Ink-black spiritual power surged from his palm, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sky, carrying the majestic pressure of the Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation, and crushed down toward Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe.

The terrifying pressure of Undergoing Tribulation left Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe and the other members of the Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty royal family with no ability to resist.

Just at this moment, a figure swept in from the end of the horizon, moving so fast it seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space.

Before the person arrived, a Divine Ability, sharp to the extreme, had already pierced through the air and collided fiercely with Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's ink-black giant hand.

"Boom—!"

The collision of the two forces erupted into a deafening roar, and the entire capital city trembled slightly under this strike.

The ink-black giant hand was shattered, dissipating into black mist across the sky.

A dark-colored figure landed in front of the city tower and stood steadily before Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe; it was Ancestor Zhou Huaixu.

Standing before Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe, his face betrayed no expression, but within his eyes surged anger and killing intent suppressed to the extreme.

"Old Ancestor!"

Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe's voice was trembling, and Prince Zhao Zhou Zhenyue, along with the various Imperial Dynasty retainers, were both shocked and overjoyed.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon that black spirit boat in the sky, his voice low and cold.

"This old man is late."

Aboard the spirit boat, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting withdrew his hand and looked down at the suddenly appeared Ancestor Zhou Huaixu. The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened a little, but it also became a little colder.

"Ancestor Zhou Huaixu."

He spoke, his voice hoarse and flat, as if calling an old acquaintance.

"You arrived just in time. Any later, and the ruler of your Imperial Dynasty would have become a corpse."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's gaze was like a knife, shooting straight at Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting: "Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting, your Liuli Sect actually dares to attack my Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty. Are you courting death?"

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting stood on the spirit boat with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ancestor Zhou Huaixu from above, a faint trace of mockery curling the corners of his mouth.

"Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, your Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty has been established for tens of thousands of years. Those other few, I fear they passed away long ago, right?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the fragments of the shattered City Defense Formation above the capital city, and his smile deepened.

"The formation is broken, yet they have not appeared. It seems this old man guessed correctly; your Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty now only has you, one Tribulation Transcender, left."

Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue stood on the left and right behind Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting. Although the two did not speak, the contempt in their eyes was undisguised.

Three Tribulation Transcenders against one Tribulation Transcender—this battle did not need to be fought at all.

Sect Leader Lin Guiya stood behind the three Grand Elders, his face calm, but his gaze remained fixed on Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, a trace of gratification flashing in his eyes.

"Ancestor Zhou Huaixu."

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting spoke again, his voice still flat, yet carrying an unquestionable pressure.

"Hand over that boy named Lu Jinghan hidden in your Imperial Dynasty, and also hand over the murderer who killed my Liuli Sect's Grand Elder, and this old man might consider sparing your Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty once."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's expression was as gloomy as water. Hand over people? Not to mention that Lu Jinghan is the Disciple of Senior Jiang, it is impossible to hand him over.

Even without this relationship, the Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty has been established for tens of thousands of years and has never bowed its head to anyone.

If this precedent were set today, how could the Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty continue to stand in the Southern Wilderness?

"Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting." Ancestor Zhou Huaixu spoke slowly, his voice low and cold, "Your Liuli Sect is bullying people too much."

Upon hearing this, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting was not angry; instead, he laughed.

That laughter was hoarse and piercing, echoing over the capital city like the cry of a night owl.

"Bullying people too much?"

He laughed enough, then his gaze suddenly turned cold, like two cold blades stabbing straight at Ancestor Zhou Huaixu.

"Your Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty killed my Liuli Sect's Grand Elder, Second Elder, and four Inner Sect Elders, and you say this old man is bullying people too much?"

"Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, do you think that if you don't hand over the people, this old man has no way to deal with you?"

His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap exploding.

"Today, this old man will raze your capital city to the ground and see whether you hand them over or not!"

As his voice fell, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting raised his hand and waved. Ink-black spiritual power surged from his palm, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sky, and struck down fiercely toward the capital city.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu looked at that ink-black giant hand blotting out the sky and threw a punch.

The force of the punch was like a Dragon, golden spiritual light exploding from his fist and colliding fiercely with that ink-black giant hand.

In an instant, the ink-black giant hand shattered inch by inch, dissipating into black mist across the sky.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu withdrew his fist and stood still, his expression unchanged, only the coldness in his eyes deepened a little.

"Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting, do you think this old man is made of clay?"

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting frowned slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue beside him had already stepped forward simultaneously.

"Why waste words with him?" Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun snorted coldly, his spiritual power surging around him.

"Attack together, suppress him first, and then slowly look for that boy named Lu Jinghan."

Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue did not speak, only raised his hand. A long saber, jet-black from end to end, slid from his sleeve and fell into his palm.

On the blade, runes flowed, emitting a cold and sharp aura.

Three Tribulation Transcenders, three majestic and suffocating auras, locked onto Ancestor Zhou Huaixu simultaneously.

"Kill!"

The three of them each unleashed their Divine Ability and Dao techniques, attacking simultaneously from three directions, sealing off all of Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's retreat paths.

Before Ancestor Zhou Huaixu could erupt, three sword lights descended from the sky, slicing apart all of Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting and his companions' Divine Abilities.

Subsequently, three figures slowly emerged from the Void Realm, and the figure of Elder Ling Xu appeared once again in the eyes of the people of the Zhouwu Imperial Dynasty.

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's expression became extremely ugly in an instant.

"Three Tribulation Transcenders?" Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's voice carried incredulous shock, "Who are you people?"

Elder Ling Xu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting with a calm gaze, and spoke: "Kunlun."

"Those few blind Elders of your Liuli Sect from before—it was I who killed them." Elder Ling Xu's tone was flat, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

"You chased after my Kunlun Disciple relentlessly, from the Body Integration Stage to the Mahayana Stage, and now you have even mobilized Tribulation Transcenders."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Liuli Sect on the spirit boat.

"What, do you really think my Kunlun is easy to bully?"