Chapter 45: The Holy Son is nothing but a fart!

Hundreds of thousands of Great Xia reincarnates poured ceaselessly into the Imperial Pass.

The vast Imperial Pass stood like a silent giant, firm and unmoving.

Over these three thousand years, every one of the Seventy-Two Holy Lands and Thirty-Six Sects was born within the Imperial Pass.

Among them, some sect ancestors seem to have obtained secret arts from the God Clan.

Over the thousands of years, for ordinary people it was a long reverie, but for them it seemed like a snap of the fingers.

Relying on these secret arts, those ancestors endured thousands of years, broke their shackles; in rumor, some of their strength is not inferior to that of a Great Emperor.

Within the Imperial Pass.

Countless human hearts trembled with anxiety.

No one knows what kind of variable these reincarnates will bring.

While everyone felt endangered, they also gradually smelled the gunpowder seeming to stir in the air.

No matter what, if the Imperial Pass continues to accept these reincarnates, the first to be unable to sit still will surely be the sect members.

But this was contrary to everyone's expectations.

The members of the Seventy-Two Holy Lands and the Thirty-Six Sects, at this critical juncture, all remained silent, as if both sides had fallen into an indescribable silence.

Like a gunpowder keg.

One never knows when it will explode from being unable to bear the pressure.

After several days, countless scarlet flags fluttered atop the walls of the Imperial Pass.

Countless reincarnates gathered beneath the Imperial Pass, escorting the fleeing humans from all places into the Imperial Pass.

The crowd filing in resembled a tightly packed can of sardines.

"The Great Xia Galaxy Ninth Corps has arrived!"

"Brothers, I've finally awaited your arrival!"

"Holy shit, how are there so many of you?"

"Heh, don't you think about how many people we had in Great Xia three thousand years ago, plus the humans of this world—it's not exactly a teeming multitude, is it?"

Just as many Great Xia compatriots began catching up and exchanging pleasantries,

Suddenly, a violent blast rang out.

"Clang—"

Before the Imperial Pass, a cloud of dust kicked up as a group of disciples in sect attire suddenly fell down.

The sudden appearance of these sect disciples, their cold smiles undisguised, perfectly proved the notion of unwelcome guests.

They coldly eyed the humans about to enter the Imperial Pass, even more despising them; with a casual wave, they issued a frosty command halting all who sought to enter.

"Within the Imperial Pass, entry is forbidden—stop, newcomers!"

"If you take another step, don't blame us for being ruthless—kill on sight!"

As those stern words were spoken, the atmosphere shifted abruptly.

Each Great Xia compatriot who had reincarnated had their faces overlaid with frost.

"Looks like there really is someone looking to stir trouble."

"I've long heard that this lot of descendants from three thousand years later are dishonest."

The expressionless sect disciple let out a cold snort.

"The Imperial Pass is already full; nobody can enter now."

That sentence, which isn't an explanation at all, certainly couldn't quell the anger.

Many of the Great Xia compatriots who had reincarnated had already been unable to contain their burning anger when those sect disciples swaggered onto the scene, and now they were even more furious, their faces flushed.

"Heh, indeed, no matter the era, one cannot avoid the presence of fools."

"Even if they are our descendants, it's utter stupidity; I don't even want to acknowledge that such a fellow could actually be our progeny."

"The Imperial Pass is full? I don't see it! Which sect are you from?"

Hearing their words, those sect disciples mocked them even more, bursting into scornful laughter.

They came under orders, their purpose being to provoke conflict, backed by the holy sons and ancestors of the major holy lands.

They truly aren't afraid of these outsiders.

"What sect are we? It's not your place to discipline us." "Frankly, we've long found you displeasing; saying you're sages who reincarnated three thousand years ago? Hah! That joke—you don't find it funny, I'm about to laugh myself silly."

"Even if you are seniors, even if you have outstanding talent, do you think cultivation is like drinking water or eating rice?"

"Even if it were drinking water or eating rice, there would still be a procedure!"

"You ultimately need time to grow, to fight the God Clan—shouldn't we be the ones to act?"

"We are the true mainstay; don't think you can suppress us with the status of ancient sages! Strength is the ultimate truth— the strong reign supreme!"

"That's right, and moreover, the Imperial Pass was forged through the hard work of generations of our holy lands and sects; you lot who call yourselves reincarnates, with just a light remark, want to come pluck peaches—where's there such a good deal?"

"You ought to be taking orders from us!"

The Great Xia compatriots blocked at the Imperial Pass gate, hearing this, burned with rage.

They clenched their fists and glared angrily at those sect disciples.

Ridiculous!

It's obvious they painstakingly guarded the Imperial Pass, yet they must suffer this unwarranted humiliation.

"Aunt can tolerate it, uncle cannot!" "Nonsense!"

"If you're going to say their talent is lacking, I've never heard of a son surpassing his father; even if the blue outshines the indigo, you'd have to be the pigment rather than the dye—absolutely laughable."

"We are your ancestors; without us, you couldn't stand here."

"Pick up your bowl to eat, put it down to curse your mother—the quality of sect disciples is evident at a glance."

"With your paltry talent, you still want to compete with me? Come on! I don't believe you could beat my Innate Undying Divine Body."

"Whether strong or not, let's have a small try first, then talk; don't just stand there spouting useless talk."

"Bro, one punch could knock your brains out, believe it or not?"

"Bro, you got that wrong; as for them, it's not even certain they have brains."

"The zombies opened their skulls, disappointed and left; the dung beetle's eyes lit up."

"Hahaha..."

Despite being mocked regardless of the occasion, the sect disciple who had victory in hand and wore an arrogant look saw his face fall instantly.

"You!"

Their hands instantly gripped the sabers at their waists, eyes wide with anger.

Among the hundreds of thousands of reincarnated ones, not a single one felt fear; they loosened up their muscles, utterly unafraid, yet had also readied themselves for battle.

The battle was about to erupt, both sides swords drawn and bows taut.

Just then.

The wind shifted.

The calm wind suddenly turned into a fierce, rustling dance, staining the sky with an extremely deep purple.

Purple qi filled the heavens; faintly visible, a swimming dragon glided through the cloud layers, swaying its tail, rolling auspicious clouds as it drifted and sighed, while figures appeared one after another on the horizon.

All the humans before the Imperial Pass felt a terrifying aura crawl up their backs, pressing their bodies to sink slightly.

"Hehe..." a slightly dissatisfied voice sounded.

Clad in white, he looked down from above upon everyone before the Imperial Pass.

"With a great enemy before us, you're still here bickering incessantly—do you intend to ignore the safety of humanity?"

Many people's expressions turned grave.

This is the Holy Son of the Great Expansion Sacred Land; it is said his strength has already approached that of a half-emperor, his talent outstanding, his cultivation terrifying—believe that given some time, he will surely become another human emperor.

Many lowered their heads to show respect.

The half-emperor Holy Son naturally deserves such respect.

Only those reincarnated ones, with half-narrowed eyes, flashed traces of contempt in their gazes.

What half-emperor Holy Son, what human safety?

His earlier words sounded righteous, but they were actually directed at them—clearly blaming the reincarnated ones for causing trouble at the Imperial Pass.

It's not moral blackmail, then what? Just a mere Holy Son, nothing more.

If they really dare to cause trouble, then it's just as well to kill them and be done with it! (End of chapter)