138: Since we can't sit down and talk, let's kill each other standing up.

Outside the Heavenly Palace of the Yaochi Holy Land.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt as if it were about to drip with moisture.

The phrase "Li Daoxuan must kneel and apologize" echoed in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

Overbearing.

Unreasonable.

Filled with the judgmental tone of a victor.

On the Human Race's side, all the Holy Lords and family heads lowered their heads, their faces ashen and fists clenched tight, yet none dared to speak up in protest.

Because, in the face of absolute strength, any words were hollow.

The auras of those several Archaic Ancestor Kings weighed on their hearts like mountains, making even breathing feel difficult.

"What?"

"No one is speaking?"

From the main seat, the Golden Ancestor King looked at the group of Human Race "leaders" below who were as quiet as cicadas in winter, a contemptuous curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Is this tacit consent?"

"Or rather... is there no one left in your Human Race who dares to stand up for that so-called 'Heavenly Emperor'?"

Just then.

"Who says there's no one?"

A cold yet infinitely sharp voice suddenly drifted from far outside the Heavenly Palace.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an indestructible sharp sword, instantly piercing through that suffocating pressure!

"Who is it?!"

Everyone present was startled and turned their heads in unison to look.

Beyond the tall threshold of the Heavenly Palace.

At some unknown point, five young figures had appeared.

Leading them was a youth dressed in coarse white cloth with an ancient sword on his back.

He had a delicate face and calm eyes, just standing there quietly, yet he seemed like a peerless divine weapon about to be unsheathed, his sharpness fully revealed!

It was... Xiao Chen!

Behind him, Shi Tian carried a hoe, Ye Fan clenched his fists, while Leng Yanran and Su Mo were like two demon gods from the Nine Netherworlds, their entire bodies radiating cold killing intent.

"It's the people from the Hidden God Sect!"

"They... they actually dared to come?!"

"Only these few juniors came? What about that Li Daoxuan? Why didn't he come? Could he be afraid?"

The crowd instantly became restless.

"Heh, you have some guts."

The Golden Ancestor King looked at the five youths who didn't know the meaning of death, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"Why do you not kneel upon seeing this King?"

"Could it be that your so-called Revered Master didn't teach you... what manners are?"

Xiao Chen ignored him.

His gaze swept across the hall.

He saw those high-and-mighty Ancient Creatures feasting greedily.

He also saw... those Human Race compatriots squeezed into corners, without even a seat, each of them fuming but not daring to speak.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"This... is the Myriad Races Assembly?"

He slowly walked into the hall, his voice not loud but clearly reaching everyone.

"Why isn't there even a place to sit?"

"Could it be that my Human Race... is only fit to stand?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The faces of those Human Race Holy Lords burned with a stinging pain, and they all lowered their heads in shame.

Meanwhile, those Ancient Creatures burst into a fit of ear-piercing laughter.

"Hahahaha! Bumpkins!"

"This is a banquet for the strong! The weak are naturally only fit to stand!"

"Exactly! Ants are not worthy of a seat!"

The Golden Ancestor King leaned back on his throne, looking down at Xiao Chen with eyes that treated him like trash.

"What?"

"Not convinced?"

"If you're not convinced, then hold it in."

"Or... you can go grab a seat for yourselves."

His golden eyes were filled with blatant provocation and... killing intent.

However.

What he waited for was not Xiao Chen's retreat.

But... a light chuckle.

"Grab a seat?"

Xiao Chen smiled.

He slowly raised his right hand and placed it on the iron sword wrapped in tattered cloth on his back.

"That's a good suggestion."

"Qiang—"

A clear sword cry resounded through the clouds!

That seemingly ordinary iron sword was slowly drawn out by him.

Although the blade was still covered in rust, that fleeting, supreme murderous aura—enough to make heaven and earth tremble—caused the faces of all the Ancestor King present to change abruptly in that instant!

"An imperial weapon?!"

"Another imperial weapon?!"

They discovered in horror.

The sword in the hand of this youth, who appeared to be only at the Golden Core Stage... was actually a genuine extreme dao imperial weapon!

"Since..."

Xiao Chen held the sword with one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

He looked up, and in his pitch-black eyes, two raging fires of battle ignited.

"You won't give us seats."

"Then we will..."

He paused, a bone-chilling curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Kill you all."

"These seats..."

"Won't they be vacant then?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

In the entire Heavenly Palace, one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the youth standing with his sword, who had spoken such shocking words.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

To claim he would kill them all right in front of several Archaic Ancestor Kings?!

Is this kid crazy?!

"Presumptuous!!"

The Golden Ancestor King was the first to react, slamming the throne with his hand, his hair and beard bristling!

"A mere Golden Core ant dares to speak such arrogant words before this King?!"

"Do you think that with an imperial weapon, you can be lawless?"

"Men! Take this scoundrel down for this King!!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Behind him, two experts of the Archaic Royal Tribes, whose auras were also terrifying to the extreme, turned into two streaks of light and pounced toward Xiao Chen with overwhelming killing intent!

They were... two terrifying existences at the level of Half-step Saint King!

However.

Faced with this thunderous strike that would make any Holy Lord turn pale.

There was not the slightest ripple of emotion on Xiao Chen's face.

He just quietly raised the sword in his hand.

A great battle capable of overturning the entire structure of the Central State.

At this moment.

Was on the verge of breaking out!

And those Human Race Holy Lords standing in the corner were now feeling complicated to the extreme.

Both nervous.

And... a tiny bit of... anticipation.