140: Xiao Chen killed the Divine Child with a single stroke of his ruler, and the entire arena fell silent.

“Demon… Demon Emperor?!”

When he heard Big Yellow's fierce yet childish self-introduction.

Golden Ancestor King felt his mind 'buzz' and almost crashed on the spot.

He stared blankly at the Mutt standing before a hundred Dragons, standing upright, pointing at the world with its paw.

Then he looked at the gleaming demon emperor token around its neck.

A thought that made his Soul tremble began to grow wildly.

“Could it be… the legend is true?”

“That Qilin that swallowed a Peak Soul Transformation Stage expert in one bite… was it this one?!”

Fear.

Boundless fear, like a tide, submerged all his reason.

Five extreme dao imperial weapons.

A living Demon Emperor.

Over a hundred rebellious Giant Dragons.

What kind of divine lineup was this?!

Let alone their few Primordial Imperial Clan members, even if all the top combat forces of the entire Central Continent were brought over, they wouldn't even be enough for one dish!

However.

Just when all the old generation powerhouses were as silent as cicadas in winter, too scared to even fart.

There were always those… 'reckless youths' who were unafraid of tigers.

“Illusion!”

“It must be an illusion!”

A roar filled with defiance and jealousy suddenly erupted from the Ancient Creatures' camp.

A handsome young man, clad in crimson battle armor, with two horns on his head, stepped forward.

He was the Divine Son of the Primordial Imperial Clan's 'Fire Qilin Cave', with noble Bloodline and innate Divine Power, always holding himself in high regard.

He stared intently at the five weapons in mid-air that exuded monstrous Emperors Might, then looked at the Mutt that seemed very unreliable, his eyes filled with suspicion and disdain.

“I don't believe it!”

“How could a few country bumpkins from the Eastern Barrens each possess an Imperial Weapon?!”

“And that dog! It's just borrowing the demon emperor token's prestige to act mighty!”

“All of this must be an illusion created by some trick you're using! Who are you trying to scare?!”

He turned his head and shouted at the Ancestor King who were already dumbfounded with fear:

“Esteemed Old Ancestors! Don't be fooled by them!”

“Let me go!”

“Let this Junior expose their tricks! Let them reveal their true forms!”

With that.

He didn't wait for the Ancestor King' approval.

His entire body ablaze with crimson flames, he transformed into a streak of light and charged directly towards… Xiao Chen, who was standing at the very front!

In his opinion, among these five Juniors, the one holding the iron sword seemed the most 'normal' and the most like a soft persimmon.

“Country bumpkin! Die!”

The Fire Qilin Divine Son roared, and a flaming Halberd appeared out of thin air in his hand!

A Saint Weapon!

His first move was a killing blow!

He even forced out a drop of his vital essence Blood and fused it into the Halberd!

“Heaven Burning Strike!”

“Boom—!!!”

The Halberd's light surged, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long fire Dragon, carrying the terrifying might of burning mountains and boiling seas, and cleaved down towards Xiao Chen's head!

This strike was enough to instantly kill any Peak Nascent Soul powerhouse!

“Divine Son is mighty!”

“Kill him! Let these country bumpkins know the power of our Primordial Imperial Clan!”

Seeing the Fire Qilin Divine Son's bravery, those Ancient Creatures who had been scared witless rekindled a glimmer of hope.

However.

Facing this world-destroying strike.

Xiao Chen's face showed no ripples.

He didn't even… bother to look directly at it.

He just quietly raised the… rusty iron sword in his hand.

No.

Now it should be called… immortal slaying sword.

However, he did not draw the sword from its sheath.

Dealing with such a small fry didn't require 'immortal slaying'.

Why use an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken?

He merely imitated the move Revered Master taught him back in Yunlan Sect.

Simply.

Casually.

He took the heavy sword's sheath, wrapped in rags, which looked like a giant disciplinary ruler.

And aimed it at the roaring fire Dragon.

Directly at its head.

Like a brick.

He slammed it down.

“Slap—!!!”

A crisp sound… echoed through the sky!

That sound was even louder than all the special effects combined when the Fire Qilin Divine Son first appeared!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Nor any strange phenomena of Law collision.

Under everyone's terrified gaze.

That majestic hundred-zhang fire Dragon, condensed from a Saint Weapon and imperial Blood.

Was like… a smashed tomato.

With a 'poof'.

From head to tail, it was forcibly smashed into a shower of fire… by that seemingly ordinary heavy ruler.

“What?!”

The Fire Qilin Divine Son's eyes almost popped out.

His strongest strike… was smashed by a 'ruler'?!

Before he could react.

The black heavy ruler, after smashing the fire Dragon, its power undiminished, continued to whistle towards his crown!

Fast!

Extremely fast!

He only had time to bring the Halberd across his chest, adopting a blocking posture.

“Clang—!!!”

A deafening clang of metal suddenly erupted!

“Crack!”

The High Grade Saint Weapon in the Fire Qilin Divine Son's hand—the Halberd.

Snapped in two!

Immediately after.

The black heavy ruler, drove straight in!

Solidly.

It landed on his forehead.

“Thud.”

A dull, yet terrifying thud.

Like a hammer smashing a watermelon.

That arrogant, noble-blooded Primordial Divine Son.

Didn't even have time to let out a scream.

His entire being, along with his Primordial Spirit and his Divine Soul.

Under this one ruler strike.

Was forcibly… smashed into a bloody… pulp.

“Plop.”

A puddle of rotten flesh fell from mid-air, landing before Golden Ancestor King's pristine throne.

Splashing a few… blood blossoms.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The entire Yaochi Heavenly Palace was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the white-clothed youth suspended in mid-air, slowly retracting his 'disciplinary ruler'.

Then they looked at the 'rotten flesh' on the ground that no longer resembled a human.

Their minds were completely blank.

Instantly… killed?

A noble-blooded Primordial Divine Son.

A Peak Nascent Soul powerhouse wielding a Saint Weapon.

Was just… slapped to death by a 'ruler'?!

Without even leaving a complete corpse?!

“Gulp.”

Someone, unknown who, swallowed with difficulty again.

They looked at the heavy sword wrapped in rags in Xiao Chen's hand, their eyes filled with unprecedented… fear.

Even the sheath… was so powerful?

What if the sword inside was drawn… what then?!

In mid-air.

Xiao Chen slowly retracted the heavy ruler he had used as a 'brick'.

He imitated his Revered Master, gently blowing on the non-existent dust on the ruler.

Then.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the Archaic Ancestor Kings below, who were completely petrified and had forgotten to breathe.

He grinned, revealing two rows of stark white teeth.

That smile looked very bright.

But the words he spoke were filled with undeniable dominance.

“Next.”

“I'm busy.”

“All of you, come at me together.”