Chapter 47: Kill the Holy Son of My Sacred Land—Do They Really Want a Fight to the Death?

In the increasingly tense atmosphere, the sect's proud genius, who had seemed fearless in crisis, finally couldn't help but start to panic.

How could they not panic?

The cannons fire—boom, damn it! They're just strong, not immortal.

Even another me wouldn't stop them from fearing this massive assault.

"Wait, wait!"

The self‑proclaimed lofty geniuses finally panicked and spoke up, their tone all about negotiating.

"We didn't mean to do that just now."

"Please stay calm, please stay calm!"

"We're just here to discuss suggestions, hoping you hundreds of thousands will come under our command."

"Exactly, even if the deal falls through, courtesy remains—we can talk it out; there's no need to fight here and hurt our harmony."

They started frantically looking for excuses, trying to justify their earlier actions.

Don't be fooled by their one‑or‑two‑person, human‑like appearance; when it's time to be afraid, they still can't avoid fear.

"Afraid?" Heh.

Too late.

"What were you doing earlier? The Great Xia reincarnates down below didn't even half‑listen to their insincere apology."

Everyone's face wore a mocking smile, their disdainful attitude perfectly imitating the original look of that circle of heaven's pride.

"Now you know to admit fault—what were you doing earlier?"

"As expected, we still have to beat you into fear, or you truly won't know that the Horse King has three eyes!"

"Brothers, there's no need to listen to their nitpicking here—just fight!"

"Beat them into fear—isn't this Imperial Pass ours to command?"

All the military formations gathered, and everyone exuded an aura not inferior to that of the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters.

The pressure filled the sky.

The giant dragon or phoenix that had been in the sky long ago, having become unstable, could no longer hold its shape and quickly dissipated.

All that remained was a glaring yet hot‑blooded red.

The fiery red color illuminated the earth.

The people on the ground couldn't help but narrow their eyes at the blood‑red sky, feeling not panic but a strange sense of relief.

Forming a stark contrast were the original heaven's pride disciples and those sect juniors gathered at the gate of the Imperial Pass.

Each one looked as if their face were the pallor of a corpse dead for three days.

Pale, completely bloodless.

The aura of the military formations also surged to its peak—boom—

After a heaven‑shaking, earth‑rumbling sound came continuous cannon fire.

How could those Holy Sons and Holy Daughters in the sky maintain their former dignity and composure? They wished they had eight legs to flee as fast as possible.

Damn it, this is an imperial armament forged by the Immortal Vessel Great Emperor!

Take one hit and you'll be wounded even if you don't die!

The shock in the hearts of the countless onlookers also reached its peak.

Awesome! These reincarnates are ferocious beyond belief!

They actually said they'd bombard and then bombarded, said they'd attack and then attacked! Originally, the Holy Maiden of Radiant Light Holy Land wore a glazed robe so exquisite and splendid that countless female cultivators envied it.

But now?

Her face veil had long been torn away, leaving black and white patches and countless scars; her glazed robe was already in tatters, and without barely sufficient strength, she might not even be able to preserve her purity.

Various divine abilities and sword techniques, combined with an unmatched great formation, directly knocked these heaven's pride disciples senseless.

"Damn it! You beat the few of us with all that manpower—winning isn't martial! Do you really have the nerve?"

"Stop! Quickly stop! If I stop I could still avoid settling scores with you—are you really planning to fight among yourselves?"

"How dare you be so rude—aren't you afraid of the Founding Ancestor of the Great Expansion Holy Land?"

The Great Xia people, beaten and fleeing with heads in hand, all sneered.

"Founding Ancestor? Go ahead and try!"

"Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he couldn't stop you from getting beaten." "We'll beat you, Founding Ancestor or not—if he shows up, he gets beaten too."

That one sentence provoked them, and the celestial divine light not only didn't weaken but became even more varied and dazzling.

After barely enduring it, the heaven's pride's Holy Sons and Holy Daughters were in a sorry state.

Before they could rejoice at catching a breath, each terrifying‑aura, invulnerable‑bodied Great Xia reincarnated heaven's pride halted the cannon fire and limbered up.

They clenched their finger joints, making a cracking sound, and let out a feral grin.

Then——

They all lunged forward.

"Still want to run?"

"Just be a punching bag for me!"

Fists the size of sandbags—said they'd smash faces, and they did.

"Wait, no……"

"Spare…… me, ah!!"

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong—please let me go, ahhh!"

Thud! Thud! Flesh meets fist.

No holding back.

The Great Xia people laughed, "Indeed, nothing feels better than a punch to the flesh!"

As for the Holy Sons, they had gone from initial arrogance and conceit to disbelief, then gradually turned into irreparable regret, repeatedly begging for mercy.

A chorus of crying for fathers and mothers echoed through the heavens, making people's ears itch.

"Stop!!!"

With a deafening angry roar, those Holy Land prodigies finally showed expressions of being saved.

"Old Ancestor! It's the Old Ancestor! The Old Ancestor has come to save us!"

"Great, we're saved!"

Numerous Old Ancestors of the Holy Land could no longer sit still, all rushing out.

Each of them had an extremely grim expression, yet they did not attack right away; instead, after taking a deep breath, they began to reason.

Even though it was obvious they were suppressing their anger, they still managed to hold back.

"Everyone, did you perhaps strike a bit too harshly?"

"The Holy Son of my Holy Land—this young, arrogant old man—I apologize for them here; just raise your hand to indicate agreement or disagreement, and let them go?"

"After all, they are ignorant juniors; a light punishment would suffice, but if it goes too far, even you all would find it hard to excuse."

"Moreover, this is merely a misunderstanding."

"We can easily sit down and have a proper talk!"

Through threats and inducements, these Old Ancestors believed they had already shown their utmost sincerity.

However, something that shocked everyone occurred.

"A misunderstanding?"

One of the Great Xia reincarnated persons suddenly laughed.

"I didn't even know there was such a misunderstanding, but since it's a misunderstanding, it's easy to talk about."

His words gave others the impression that he also intended to make a big issue small and a small issue small, but the result……

A blinding flash of light passed, and the Holy Son of the Great Expansion Holy Land, whom he held in his hand, was easily crushed like a chick.

The speaker's face showed a deliberate surprised smile, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Yikes!"

"Sorry, I slipped up; this is just a misunderstanding. I believe we can all sit down and talk properly."

Everyone was stunned into silence, the atmosphere reaching an extreme of quiet.

"You!" the Old Ancestor exclaimed, furious and flustered, clearly also not expecting this, shock still lingering on his face: "You dare kill my Holy Land's Holy Son?"

"Or do you intend an endless feud?!"

(End of chapter)