30: Kneel down! Who gave you permission to look directly at my disciple?

Dead silence.

A dead silence, like a tomb.

On the Golden War Chariot, the Taiyi Holy Land attendants who had been so arrogant just moments ago now had ashen faces, silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They looked at the Youth in White Robes floating in mid-air, holding an iron sword, their eyes filled with fear.

How could that be a Foundation Establishment ant?

That was clearly a young Killing God in human skin!

Treating a Saint of Golden Core Great Perfection like a ball to be smacked around—is that something a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could do?

Fooling ghosts?!

"Sa... Saint..."

A retainer tremblingly poked his head out, looking at the pig-headed figure below, unconscious and so swollen that even his mother wouldn't recognize him, his voice shaking.

"Quick... quickly go save the Saint!"

"Notify the Dao Protector Elder!"

Just then.

"Enough."

An old and angry roar, like a Nine Heavens thunderclap, suddenly exploded deep within the clouds!

"Boom—!"

A terrifying pressure, hundreds of times stronger than Dao Yi's earlier, descended from the sky!

The pressure was so strong that even space was twisting, emitting groans of unbearable strain.

The entire Fallen Mountain Range trembled violently, countless rocks rolled down, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Xiao Chen's expression changed.

He felt as if he was being crushed by an invisible mountain, his breathing instantly became difficult, and even the Spiritual Qi within his body circulated sluggishly.

Nascent Soul Stage!

And it was Peak Nascent Soul!

"You brat, how dare you!!!"

The clouds were torn open by a giant Spiritual Qi hand.

An old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a gray Daoist robe, stepped out of the void. Wind and thunder swirled around him, lightning flashed in his eyes, and his old face was filled with monstrous rage.

This person was none other than Dao Yi's Dao Protector, the Third Elder of Taiyi Holy Land, an old monster who had lived for over a thousand years!

"What audacity!"

The Third Elder stared intently at Xiao Chen, his eyes wishing to devour him alive.

"To dare injure my Holy Land's Saint to such an extent!"

"Today, not only will this old man extract your Soul and refine your spirit, lighting a Heavenly Lantern for forty-nine days!"

"I will also exterminate your entire sect, flatten this mountain, and leave not a single blade of grass in this Eastern Wilderness!!"

A terrifying killing intent, like a substantive cold current, swept across the entire Hidden God Sect.

The hundred thousand strong army cultivating in the back mountain collectively knelt under this pressure, trembling uncontrollably.

Even Leng Yanran and Shi Tian felt immense pressure.

"Senior Brother, be careful! This old fellow is even stronger than Xuesha Ancestor!" Shi Tian shouted nervously, shouldering his hoe.

Xiao Chen gripped the iron sword in his hand, his expression grave.

He knew that although he possessed an Emperor Armament, the disparity in cultivation was too great.

Facing a crazed Peak Nascent Soul, he had no chance of winning.

Could it be... that he really had to use the trump card Revered Master left behind?

Just as Xiao Chen was preparing for a desperate struggle.

A lazy voice, carrying a hint of displeasure, drifted up from below.

"Tsk."

"Can't this process have some innovation?"

"Why is it always the same?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

Only to see at the entrance of the main hall.

Li Daoxuan was still sitting on that dilapidated Grand Tutor's Chair, holding half of an unfinished apple.

He didn't even stand up; he merely lifted his eyelids, looking at the imposing Third Elder in mid-air as if watching a clown.

"Hit the young one, the old one comes.".

"Hit the old one, is it time for the ancestor to come?"

"Are you Taiyi Holy Land running a Calabash Brothers Specialty Store? Eagerly lining up to be delivered?"

These words were spoken extremely flippantly.

Yet they carried a chilling... sense of inevitability.

The Third Elder's surging rage was choked by this sudden remark.

He lowered his head, his gaze like lightning, locking onto the Youth in White Robes sitting in the chair.

"You are the Hidden God Sect Revered Master, Li Daoxuan?"

The Third Elder narrowed his eyes.

A Mortal?

No.

Something is wrong.

This young man had no Spiritual Qi fluctuations on him, appearing like a Mortal with no power to truss a chicken.

But under his Nascent Soul Divine Sense's probing, it was like peering into a bottomless starry sky, with no end in sight.

An expert!

Definitely a peerless expert who had concealed his cultivation!

Alarm bells rang in the Third Elder's heart.

But then he thought.

How high could he be??

After all, this was just the Eastern Wilderness, where Spiritual Qi was barren, and not even a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator had appeared for several centuries.

He was Peak Nascent Soul! Half-step Soul Transformation!

Even if the opponent was of the same rank, he would still have the power to fight! Moreover, behind him stood the number one Holy Land in Zhongzhou!

Thinking of this, the Third Elder's confidence returned.

"Hmph! Playing tricks!"

He let out a cold shout, and terrifying Nascent Soul pressure relentlessly crushed towards Li Daoxuan without reservation!

"No matter who you are, if you dare to injure my Saint today, no one in heaven or on earth can save you!"

"Die, old man!"

However.

That terrifying pressure, capable of crushing mountains, when it was still three feet away from Li Daoxuan.

It was like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

Silently.

It melted away.

It vanished.

Li Daoxuan didn't even stir a corner of his clothes.

He leisurely finished the last bite of his apple, casually tossing the core aside.

Then.

He stood up.

The moment he stood up.

Heaven and Earth, it seemed, shrunk by a notch.

An invisible, intangible, yet terrifying Aura that seemed to transcend all Daos, descended with a roar, centered around him!

No light.

No wind.

Nor thunder.

But at that instant, everyone present felt as if an invisible guillotine was placed upon their necks.

Their Souls trembled.

The Great Dao wailed.

As if the heavens had collapsed, and the apocalypse had arrived!

"This... what kind of power is this?!"

The Third Elder in mid-air, the ferocity and anger on his face instantly froze, replaced by unprecedented terror and shock.

He felt as if an invisible hand had brutally squeezed his heart.

That was not Spiritual Qi.

Nor Divine Sense.

That was... Aura!

It was the Emperor's Aura, ruling over all ages, supreme and unrivaled!

"Im... impossible..."

The Third Elder trembled violently, his teeth chattering.

"Great Emperor... how can there still be a living Great Emperor in this world?!"

He wanted to run.

But he found that the surrounding space had been completely locked down, becoming even more solid than divine iron.

He was like a fly solidified in amber, unable to even move a finger.

"Thud!"

The Third Elder could no longer withstand this terrifying Aura.

His kneecaps emitted a crisp, unbearable crack.

"Crack!"

Both knees shattered!

He plummeted straight down from mid-air like a meteorite with a broken string.

Without deviation.

He knelt directly in front of Xiao Chen.

His old face was pressed tightly against the cold ground, unable to even lift his head.

Li Daoxuan slowly walked to his Disciple's side, looking down at the old man still trembling on the ground.

His voice was very cold.

Cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Kneel properly."

"Who allowed you to look directly at this Seat's Disciple?"