Chapter 477

Jiang Daoxuan's expression turned playful as he glanced at the Grand Protector and said casually, "The clan records contain no mention of this matter."

His words fell.

The Grand Protector's brow arched.

He immediately sensed something amiss.

If this Cangwu Jiang clan truly were the descendants of the Ninth Young Master.

Then for self-preservation, how could the other party have left behind information related to the Heavenly Demon Sect?

Thinking of this, he immediately shifted his tone and continued asking, "Then, Clan Leader Jiang, have you ever heard a name?"

Jiang Daoxuan's eyes flickered: "Please, go on."

The Grand Protector said in a heavy voice, "Jiang Zheren!"

Having spoken, he hurriedly looked toward Jiang Daoxuan's face, hoping to read something from it.

Under his gaze, Jiang Daoxuan suddenly let out a soft laugh.

The Grand Protector's brows knit tight, and an instinctive sense of foreboding rose within him: "Why does Clan Leader Jiang laugh?"

The words had barely fallen when Jiang Daoxuan's figure had already vanished from the spot!

What terrifying speed.....

The Grand Protector's pupils contracted, and the sense of foreboding within him grew ever thicker, rapidly surging to its peak!

The next moment.

Whoosh—

A breath of clear wind brushed his face.

A figure in white appeared before his eyes!

The Grand Protector started in horror, a chill instantly creeping over his entire body!

He instinctively tried to retreat and dodge.

But just then, a hand suddenly reached out and landed on his shoulder!

Boom!

In an instant, it was as though a mountain a thousand zhang tall had come crashing down!

A terrifying, peerless suppressive force burst forth.

It instantly drove the Grand Protector's body downward, nearly throwing him off balance and causing him to fall!

Sensing the abnormality in his body, the Grand Protector was so frightened that cold sweat poured down.

He hurriedly circulated the Yuan force within him, trying to break free from that terrifying hand resting on his shoulder!

However, something that filled him with even greater dread occurred.

All the Yuan force that had swiftly gathered and then erupted was like water pouring into a bottomless abyss!

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.....

A full ten breaths' time.

The Myriad Manifestation Yuan force that had erupted showed no response whatsoever, nor did it cause the slightest effect on the surroundings!

What.... what on earth is going on?!

The Grand Protector's eyes bulged wide, filled with horror and disbelief!

Then, summoning every ounce of strength, he stiffly raised his head to look at the white-robed man before him.

"Clan Leader Jiang, you.... who exactly are you?!"

By now.

No matter how foolish he was, he understood that this white-robed Sword Marquis was nowhere near as simple as the intelligence had claimed!

Truly, the intelligence has led me astray!

To be able to suppress this old man with the force of a single palm alone.

I'm afraid this Clan Leader Jiang's true strength is such that he could suppress the Old Sect Master within a few exchanges!

And is no weaker than National Mentor Yuwen Feng!

Damn it! How could such a terrifying, invincible being appear in this small clan?

The Grand Protector's face went deathly pale, drained of all color, like a sheet of white paper.

Even though he had guessed that this Cangwu Jiang clan might hold some strangeness.

He had never imagined that such an apparently most impossible situation would occur!!

At this moment, Jiang Daoxuan shook his head and casually withdrew the Wushi Art.

Now that he himself had reached the Sun Wheel Realm.

The total expenditure of circulating the Wushi Art to erase the Grand Protector's Yuan force.

For him as he was now, could almost be said to be negligible.

It was no exaggeration to say.

That continuously circulating it for a full day and night, erasing any of the opponent's arts and Yuan force to produce a magic-nullifying effect, would be no difficult feat at all.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Wushi Art today!

Of course, if one were to encounter an enemy at the Primordial Spirit or Heaven-Man level.

The expenditure of the Wushi Art would still be extremely terrifying, and could not be as effortless as it was now.

Then, Jiang Daoxuan released his hand.

His expression indifferent, he took out the Heavenly Demon Token and, as though tossing rubbish, casually flung it onto the ground before the Grand Protector.

"You are a person of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

His words fell.

The Grand Protector, however, remained silent for a long time.

He merely lowered his head, staring blankly at the Devil Demon Token that had fallen to the ground before him.

Originally, confirming the origin of the Cangwu Jiang family and seeing the Devil Demon Token lost for hundreds of years should have been a cause for great joy.

But now, he could not summon even a trace of happiness.

Not only had his most treasured Devil Demon Token been casually tossed aside by this Jiang clan head.

But also the absolute power this man possessed—power sufficient to crush him utterly!

Recalling the utter despair and helplessness he had just felt, the Grand Protector's heart filled with bitterness.

Several breaths later.

When he gradually regained his composure,

the Grand Protector forced himself to slowly shift his gaze toward Jiang Daoxuan.

This time,

his eyes saw a world transformed beyond recognition!

At this moment, Jiang Daoxuan no longer deliberately suppressed his aura.

The strength of the aura radiating from his body was merely at the Sun Wheel level.

Yet strangely, his body seemed fused with heaven and earth, indistinguishable from them, radiating boundless Dao resonance!

Threads of Great Dao power descended from the void.

They settled around, severing the inner and outer halls as if splitting them into two separate timelines!

At this moment, the Grand Protector felt an unprecedented, crushing pressure!

It was as if he faced a heavenly abyss.

Its power flowed endlessly, without limit.

Far beyond anything mortal could resist!

That terrifying aura, so overwhelming it threatened to choke him,

filled the Grand Protector with dread—and his legs buckled.

Thud—

The Grand Protector dropped to his knees in one sudden motion.

He stretched out trembling hands, pressing them flat against the cold ground.

Then, for the first time, he abandoned the dignity of a Ten Thousand Manifestations True Lord.

He chose to lower his noble head, which had never bowed to the imperial court.

"To see the Devil Demon Token is to see the Lord!"

"Grand Protector Wang Tong, pays homage to the Lord!"