Chapter 249: Dong Can Yields

Compared to the Son of Heaven's killing intent and the pressure brought by his identity, Chen Shicheng appeared somewhat pale and powerless.

But for some unknown reason, all the guild leaders present felt a chill rise from their heels to the top of their heads, and for a moment their scalps went numb.

The crowd exchanged glances, yet no one dared utter a taunt; only the Son of Heaven laughed angrily, feeling speechless at this Zishu's overreach.

"If you want to die, there are many ways, but why did you choose such a face‑slapping way to die?"

"Answer wrong!"

Accompanying the rising voice was Chen Shicheng's palm plated with a layer of golden light.

Almost instantly, the Son of Heaven's expression changed; a splendid longsword appeared in his hands, its blade flashing with cold light, and he swept it forth with all his strength.

Though the strike seemed ordinary, he had actually employed a sword‑skill technique; the treasure‑grade longsword held all the True Essence he could muster at that moment.

The attack had no visual effect, yet its power could rival that of an early Zifu Realm cultivator.

"You're seeking death yourself, so don't blame me!"

The Son of Heaven gritted his teeth fiercely, but the next moment a bony‑jointed hand landed on the longsword he was gripping with both hands.

The sword that could cut iron like mud caused no damage; instead, a terrifying force bent the blade, then struck the Son of Heaven's chest, piercing his precious armor and the jade pendant that should have protected him instantly, and his chest caved in! "Boom!"

The figure that had been lofty and invincible a moment ago was now flung backward, trailing blood, in an instant.

All the guild leaders present instinctively stepped aside to either side, then stared in shock at the Son of Heaven lying on the ground.

One could see his eyes bulging, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, his chest caved in ruinously; clearly he had only half a breath left, unable even to lift his hand to take an elixir from his storage to heal himself.

Everyone present had some skill; they could tell that Zishu was using merely a buff skill, not even an attack skill.

With a single palm, he nearly killed a peak Golden Core Stage cultivator, just shy of breaking into the Zifu Realm; moreover, the man's main combat skill seemed to be blade aura, yet he hadn't even gone all out.

After a moment, the crowd regained their senses and hurriedly turned their gazes toward the instigator of this incident, Dong Can.

Dong Can barely managed to close his mouth, still not understanding what was happening, and instantly became the focus of everyone's expectations.

Yet he felt no joy, only a dry mouth and tongue.

"This damn Zishu? The country's propaganda isn't boosting him—it's hiding his strength. I don't know who they're trying to screw, but now they've screwed me over."

After hesitating, he finally said, "Esteemed Zishu, the Son of Heaven belongs to the Pioneers, who cooperate with the nation. Although your tone was aggressive, you needn't resort to violence—this is too overbearing."

His words were flawless.

Pfft

The Son of Heaven's face was covered in blood, his ears rang, his head spun, stars fluttered before his eyes, and instinctively he glared at Chen Shicheng with venomous hatred.

Seeing everyone's attention shift back to Zishu, Dong Can secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Although, with the guild's help, he had reached level 22 and brought all his skills to proficiency with the True Solution, his strength was still modest; he could barely last a few rounds against the Son of Heaven, let alone this terrifying Zishu.

He could only lament in his heart: having already reached a settlement with the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department of C City, he should have just notified the Pioneers to come handle it—why did he come to join the fray?

Moreover, to spread the word, he had invited many guild leaders, and now this embarrassment was thrown out into the open.

He could already imagine how the forums would judge him after today.

Shuigu Tang stared blankly at Chen Shicheng's profile, her pink lips twitching slightly, her thoughts tangled beyond words.

Is this the newcomer I once had to explain things to?

In less than half a year, he's grown to this point—now capable of standing before me and shielding me from any storm.

Ignoring the Son of Heaven's furious impotence, Chen Shicheng's calm gaze swept over the crowd and finally rested on Dong Can.

He stared at him silently and said, "I've heard about the situation in C City—it seems settled? Then why are you still showing up here?"

His voice revealed no emotion, yet the meaning behind his words was clear.

Since we've settled, don't settle for half measures—I'm giving you face now, so don't let me see you in front of me again in the game.

The crowd that had been gathered around the Son of Heaven and Dong Can fell silent; Dong Can tried to force a smile, but gave up and muttered, "I'm with the Pioneers—I'll settle this with you."

Upon hearing that, everyone knew he had backed down, that all previous grudges were completely canceled, and there would be no further pursuit.

He also explicitly pointed out that this matter was no longer his to decide; from now on, any grudges would be between you, Zishu, and the Pioneers.

Chen Shicheng had no objection—an immortal‑artifact‑grade piece of equipment was definitely worth his concession.

Who knows how many old monsters of the Ascension Realm lie hidden in Great Cloud Temple, but even so, didn't he just kill that Jiankong by saying the word?

Compared to Great Cloud Temple, what are the Pioneers? At most they're early Zifu Realm—nothing that could trouble him in the slightest.

The guild leaders on the side looked this way and that, their hearts full of disbelief.

The Zishu faction knew his strength now, and it matched the reputation spreading abroad.

But he had offended the Pioneers—a guild known worldwide, standing at the pinnacle of all forces; this matter could not end so simply, and trouble would only grow.

So don't think that because everyone here is behaving honestly they're not afraid of his ferocious, ruthless strike; no matter how strong he is, he's still just one person.

Why are these guild leaders so bent on joining the Pioneers? It's not because the other side is an organization, so their hostility remains undiminished; once the Pioneers have a need, these people will be the first to respond.

As the field fell into an eerie silence, black mist once again rose from before the Yánluó Statue behind the crowd.

Eight figures rushed out of the mist, immediately encircling everyone present, their faces showing mutual hatred, their weapons vaguely aimed at everyone's vital points. (End of chapter)