141: Anyone else disagree? Step forward and take a few steps.

"Next."

"I'm very busy."

"You all, come at me together."

Xiao Chen's voice was very flat, yet it was like one loud slap after another, ruthlessly striking the face of every Ancient Creature present.

A deathly silence filled the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.

The air seemed to have frozen.

That pile of "mutilated meat" transformed from the Fire Qilin Divine Son still lay quietly before the Golden Ancestor King's throne, emitting a pungent, bloody stench.

That scene was filled with a silent... deterrence.

All the Ancient Creatures seemed to have been hit by an Immobilization Spell, frozen in place.

Their faces were filled with indescribable terror, shock, and... humiliation.

Come together?

What kind of contempt was this?!

What kind of arrogance?!

They were the Primordial royal clans! The overlords who once ruled this world!

When did it become the turn of a Human Race junior to be so arrogant before them?!

They wanted to refute.

They wanted to rush up and tear this ignorant brat who knew nothing of the world to pieces.

But... they didn't dare.

The terrifying image of that "ruler" swatting the Divine Son to death was still fresh in their minds.

Those five supreme treasures floating in mid-air, emitting monstrous Emperors Might, were even more like five insurmountable divine mountains, pressing down on them until they could not breathe.

"What?"

Xiao Chen looked at the group of "royal clans" who were as silent as cicadas in winter, their anger suppressed, and his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"No one is speaking?"

"Weren't you shouting quite happily just now?"

He took a step forward, the Heavy Ruler in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground, his gaze like lightning as it swept across the field.

"Do you still want to treat our Human Race as blood food?"

"Do you still want us to cede Dragon veins and offer young boys and girls as tribute?"

"Come on."

He shouldered the Heavy Ruler and hooked his finger at the group of grim-faced Ancient Creatures.

That action was filled with undisguised... provocation.

"I am standing right here."

"Seeking death."

"Who will come to fulfill my wish?"

Silence.

It was still a deathly silence.

No one dared to respond.

Even many Ancient Creatures with weaker cultivation could not help but lower their proud heads under Xiao Chen's sharp gaze.

"Heh."

"A bunch of trash."

Xiao Chen sneered, the disdain in his eyes unconcealed.

And right at that moment.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Four muffled thuds!

Ye Fan, Shi Tian, Leng Yanran, and Su Mo all took a step forward at the same time, standing side by side with Xiao Chen!

The myriad things mother qi cauldron!

The swallowing heaven demon jar!

The death gods scythe!

The ten thousand souls banner!

At this moment, the four extreme dao imperial weapons simultaneously erupted with brilliant divine light!

Emperors Might surged, sweeping through the entire venue!

The terrifying pressure formed by the convergence of the five imperial weapons was like a tangible tsunami, ruthlessly washing over every living being present!

"Thump! Thump!"

How could the younger generation of Ancient Prodigies withstand this pressure?

One by one, their legs went weak, and they knelt down on the spot.

Their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling.

Even the several Archaic Ancestor Kings who had been sitting on their thrones saw their expressions change drastically, their bodies swaying as they nearly tumbled from their thrones.

They discovered in horror.

That under the combined suppression of these five imperial weapons, the Saint King power within their bodies was actually... not flowing smoothly!

It was as if it were frozen!

"Enough!"

In the corner.

Those Human Race Saint Lords who had always been treated as background characters felt their blood boil and their eyes turn red as they witnessed this scene.

Venting their frustrations!

This was so damn satisfying!

How long had they been suppressed by these Ancient Creatures?

How much humiliation had they suffered in this great hall?

And now.

The few youths of the Kaoshan Sect merely took one step forward.

And they suppressed the entire Ancient Myriad Races until they could not lift their heads!

This was the style their Human Race should have!

"Kaoshan Sect... is invincible!"

No one knew who shouted excitedly first.

"Kaoshan Sect is invincible!!"

"The Human Race is immortal!!"

Thunderous shouts echoed throughout the entire Yaochi Heavenly Palace!

The frustration and anger that had been suppressed for ages completely erupted at this moment!

..."Enough."

Just as the Ancient Myriad Races were losing all face and about to become a complete laughingstock.

A voice that was old and hoarse, yet seemed to contain supreme heavenly might, rang out slowly from the depths of that shattered Void Realm without any warning.

The voice was not loud.

Yet it was like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the boiling blood of all the Human Race members present.

It was also like a reassurance, allowing those Ancient Creatures kneeling on the ground to find their pillar of support.

"It's... it's the Great Ancestor's voice!"

"The Great Ancestor... has awakened!"

Behind the Golden Ancestor King.

Space rippled like the surface of water.

A thin, hunched figure that looked like it could be blown over by the wind at any moment, leaning on a cane crafted from a World Tree branch, slowly walked out from that Chaos.

He looked very old.

So old that his face was covered in corpse spots, and his entire body emitted a decaying Death Qi.

But at the moment he appeared.

The entire world seemed to be wailing.

The ten thousand Laws were all trembling!

A terrifying aura that surpassed a Saint King and was infinitely close to a "Quasi-Emperor" crashed down!

His cloudy old eyes slowly opened.

He did not look at Xiao Chen.

Nor did he look at those five imperial weapons.

Instead, he looked directly through endless time and space, as if seeing the distant Eastern Wasteland, seeing the Youth in White Robes who was lying on a rocking chair, cracking melon seeds.

"Having killed the junior, do you treat me as if I don't exist?"

The voice was very calm.

Yet it was filled with an... unquestionable... sense of judgment.

"Human Race juniors."

"You all..."

"Are too... arrogant."