GBP Chapter 1789
Chapter 1789
"A monster, a truly terrifying monster!" Zi Mang clicked his tongue in amazement.
Born in the core of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, he considered himself a prodigy among his peers, but now, in front of Chen Xuan, he felt like an ant—to be called "terrifying" by a "monster," Chen Xuan's strength had already surpassed his understanding of the Void Realm!
Just then, a sharp whooshing sound came from the air.
"Wang Zheng, what are you doing? Stop right now!!"
Everyone turned to look and saw Jiang Bieli from Qilin City leading the nine elders, hurrying towards them with deliberately solemn expressions on their faces. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were there to help Chen Xuan deal with Wang Zheng and the others.
"Ha, Qilin City has no shame at all?"
"When the Seven Peaks were about to kill Senior Chen Xuan, they hid in the warship and didn't even dare to show their heads. Now, they're coming out to reap the benefits?"
"Jiang Bieli was once a powerful figure, how did he fall to such a state? He has completely disgraced Qilin City!"
The mocking voices of the onlookers rose and fell, and even Lin Yuqiong looked disappointed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Father, is this your plan? Wait for others to take the danger and then come out to play the good guy?"
Lin Yuyao stood behind Chen Xuan with her head down, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her face pale—she knew better than anyone how ridiculous her father's actions were, and she also knew that after this incident, she would probably never be able to hold her head high among her sisters again.
"roll!"
Chen Xuan was not a petty person, but he couldn't help but get angry at this hypocritical act of "taking credit after the fact".
With a backhand swing, the Beiming Sword instantly grew to a thousand feet in length, runes flowing across its blade. He unleashed the ultimate sword technique, "The Ends of the Earth Are Within Reach"—ignoring spatial distance, the sword, like a giant mountain, slammed down on Jiang Bieli and the others who were charging towards him!
He deliberately held back; if it weren't for saving Lin Yuyao's face, this sword strike wouldn't have been a mere slap, but a sword beam capable of tearing through the void!
"Son-in-law! Why is this?!" Jiang Bieli's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly activated his protective immortal treasure, and a golden light shield instantly unfolded. However, it was as fragile as paper in front of the thousand-foot sword.
With a loud bang, the light barrier shattered, and Jiang Bieli and the nine elders were all sent flying, spitting blood as they crashed heavily onto the deck of the Qilin City warship, causing the warship to shake violently.
The disciples of Qilin City watched this scene, their faces turning red, but no one dared to utter a sound—being "turned away" by their own people and having to endure the ridicule of outsiders was a humiliation that was more painful for them than defeat.
Chen Xuan didn't even glance at the people from Qilin City again, but turned to look at Wang Zheng and the other three, nodding indifferently: "They reacted quite quickly."
The four trembled and immediately knelt down, kowtowing. Their voices were filled with relief at surviving a calamity: "Senior! We know we were wrong! We beg you to have mercy and preserve our lineage of the Holy City!"
Chen Xuan glanced at the battered Qilin City warship in the distance, and a plan suddenly formed in his mind. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Have mercy? It's not impossible."
He paused, his gaze falling on the four tense faces, and slowly said, "Your four true forms can live, and each of you can take one of your direct disciples' true forms with you. As for the rest, and the Seven Peaks Holy City..."
Some things don't need to be explained.
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zheng and the other three were overjoyed and trembling with excitement.
Being able to preserve one's own original self and also retain one of the most important direct descendants of the lineage is already an immense favor!
They immediately kowtowed again, their voices trembling with tears: "Senior's great kindness! We will never forget it! Without the seven peaks guarding the Seven Peaks Holy City, why would Senior need to take action personally? We are willing to wipe out the Seven Peaks for Senior and send all the resources to Qilin City, offering them with both hands!"
"Thank you for your kindness, senior! We will certainly do our best and dare not slack off in the slightest!"
As for the other disciples and elders who came with them, they had long been abandoned in their eyes—as long as they could protect themselves and their core followers, what did the lives of others matter?
In the void, the sounds of worship and gratitude from the four holy city lords mingled, while on the warship of Qilin City, only a deathly silence of humiliation remained.