Chapter 655: I, I—my legs went weak

The sudden change left everyone stunned.

Such a great Saint, and in the blink of an eye he was gone—just like that.

The Saints of the remaining three great families stood dumbfounded, while on the deck, Lin Luochen immediately recognized that familiar aura.

"Sh...... Shīzūn.........."

She, who had been resolute, was now somewhat at a loss.

She was certain it was Shīzūn who had just struck, but to slay a Perfected Shèngjìng cultivator with a single sword—Shīzūn's cultivation............

His eyes were bloodshot, yet the next second, inside the Tang family's spatial spirit vessel's cabin, Hong Zun's voice was indeed transmitted—except............

"Don't call me Shīzūn; I don't have a disciple like you—you yourself said to sever the master-disciple relationship."

"I, Shīzūn, I am not............"

"Stop, stop, stop—I can't bear you calling me Shīzūn."

Hong Zun obviously still harbored resentment; after all, being abruptly asked by a disciple to sever ties would upset anyone, and moreover, Hong Zun wasn't exactly broad‑minded.

Watching Lin Luochen being subjected to Hong Zun's sarcastic remarks, Xu Jie stepped on the Envoy of the Great Abyss and said with a gleeful expression.

"Junior Sister, you're in trouble this time—you dared to offend Shīzūn."

"Senior Brother, I..............."

"Don't say it—I can't help either; you'll have to think of a solution yourself."

Having already been beaten up by Hong Zun before, Xu Jie certainly didn't want to be caught up again.

Fourth Junior Sister, you brought this trouble on yourself—figure it out; as Senior Brother, I truly am unable to help.

Seeing this, Lin Luochen's face flushed; recalling the words she had once told Shīzūn about severing ties, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

For some reason, the atmosphere began to turn strange at this moment.

Only after the Saints of the other three great families regained their senses did they roar in anger.

"Seek death."

"You deserve to die—no matter who you are, none of you will leave the Imperial Capital today."

"Does a single Cultivation: Great Saint think they can act lawlessly?"

They had indeed been shocked by that sword earlier, but now that they had come to their senses, frankly, a single Cultivation: Great Saint is still not enough for the four great families to take seriously.

However, as the members of those three great families were still shouting, a large hook suddenly shot out from inside the cabin.

It accurately hooked one of the Saints, and with a whoosh, that person vanished from the spot.

Huh???

The shouting ceased abruptly—what just happened?

Damn, such a great Saint—and now he's gone again?

The remaining two great families' Saints stared at each other, eyes full of doubt—how could these people feel a bit eerie?

As for the Saint who had been hooked into the cabin, looking at the people gathered inside, his expression began angry, then turned grim, and finally showed outright fear.

"Heavenly Human Realm? At such a young age, his talent is impressive."

"Shèngjìng."

"Or still Shèngjìng?"

"Damn, how can there be so many Shèngjìng?"

His gaze quickly swept over the crowd; seeing so many Shèngjìng experts, he was already dazed.

Until his gaze fell on the leader, Yu Mo, Qi Xiong, and the others—at first he was merely doubtful, but soon it was as if he had seen a ghost, with cold sweat continually beading on his forehead.

"Huh? Why can't I sense any cultivation?"

"Cultivation: Great Saint.............."

"Wait, why can't this person sense anything either? Or is he a Cultivation: Great Saint?"

"Holy shit, this this this............"

Looking at Qi Xiong, Hong Zun—he sensed no cultivation at all; the only explanation is that these people all possess Cultivation: Great Saint level.

Moreover, counting them up, damn, there are exactly eleven Cultivation: Great Saints.

His head buzzed, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground—by sheer coincidence, he ended up bowing deeply to Qi Xiong and the others.

Huh???

This kneeling instead left Qi Xiong and the others bewildered; exchanging a glance, Mo Yun asked doubtfully.

"What does this mean?"

"I don't know—maybe it's a custom unique to Great Wu."

"A custom? Do they kneel upon greeting?"

"Um........ maybe."

"Damn, what place has a custom of kneeling on meeting?" Qi Xiong also asked lightly.

"What's this............"

"Senior...... Senior...... my legs went weak."

Huh???

Before this, no one had imagined that such a tiny cabin could hide so many big shots.

Eleven Cultivation: Great Saints, plus all those Saints and Heavenly Human Realm experts—more than enough to easily wipe out the four great families.

He had kicked an iron plate; at this moment, his mind held only that thought.

However, before he could devise a countermeasure, the Saints of the remaining two great families outside, furious beyond restraint, shouted.

"Seek death."

"Just a single Cultivation: Great Saint, and you really think you can cover the sky with one hand in Great Wu?"

Hearing the two's angry shouts, the saint inside the cabin instantly wanted to cry but had no tears.

Damn it, they're not just one Great Saint, they're eleven Great Saints—sweeping through Great Wu is a piece of cake.

The louder the two outside shouted, the more fearful he felt.

Qi Xiong and the others, upon hearing this, also coldly snorted.

"Oh, it seems Great Wu is unwilling to let us leave."

"No, no, senior, you............"

Upon hearing this, the person hurried to explain, but perhaps due to nervousness, his words stumbled and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Meanwhile, seeing Qi Xiong's group with no response, below in the imperial capital, a similarly terrifying aura shot up into the sky—turns out it was a Great Saint.

It seems a Great Saint from the four great clans has appeared.

The next second, a middle-aged man in white robes appeared on the horizon.

Seeing the arrival, the civil and military officials of Great Wu all bowed in salute.

This person is the Great Saint elder ancestor of the saint family that Hong Zun just slew.

His face showed no joy or anger, his gaze calm as he looked at the Tang family's spatial spirit vessel.

His brow furrowed slightly, for he could sense nothing inside the spatial spirit vessel; his divine sense was completely blocked.

This is strange—both are Great Saints, yet able to block one's divine sense?

He did not attack directly, perhaps because he could not yet gauge the depth of this group; the middle-aged man spoke lightly.

"Please, fellow Daoist, show yourself."

With his voice, the next second Hong Zun's figure appeared before the middle-aged man, and as Hong Zun appeared, Lin Luochen on the deck burst into tears.

"Master......"

"Disobedient disciple, don't call me master."

As for Hong Zun, he snorted disdainfully, looking like an old man who would never forgive this wayward disciple.

He then turned his head toward the middle-aged man.

"Fellow Daoist, you came to my Great Wu Empire without cause and, without warning, began killing—doesn't this go too far?"

Their eyes met; the middle-aged man spoke first, seeing after Hong Zun's appearance that his cultivation was merely at the entry level of Great Saint, one minor realm below his own.

For a moment, his confidence grew.

Upon hearing this, Hong Zun replied with a calm expression.

"Don't talk nonsense; everything needs evidence—when have I ever killed anyone?"

"You... that sword strike just now was seen by countless people; how can you still quibble?"

"Quibble? Hah, it's clearly him running into my sword—what's it got to do with me?"