Chapter 51: Kneel Before Me!

So many people.

It was Chen Zheng's first thought after stepping out of the teleportation gate and returning to the Sky Courtyard.

Inside the towering great hall, the crowd swarmed like ants, forming a massive circle—three layers deep inside and three layers outside—all staring unblinkingly at him, their gazes filled with worry, curiosity, schadenfreude, hatred, and murderous intent.

Xu Yueer, Long Xuan, Yang Xuan, Yang Zhen, Elder Ma of the outer sect, and other acquaintances were also in the crowd.

Moreover, Chen Zheng sensed several faint divine thoughts sweeping in from a great distance.

"Chen Zheng, your matter has erupted!"

Abruptly, a thunderous shout rang out, shaking the entire hall with a humming resonance.

Chen Zheng turned his gaze and saw a cold‑expressioned man in blue robes, leading Yuan Jiankong and other young men and women with venomous eyes, storming forward.

At the same time, a reminder voice reached Chen Zheng's ears: "Junior Brother Chen, this is senior true‑transmission brother Cang Baizi!"

It was Long Xuan; she and Xu Yueer and the other women hurried toward Chen Zheng, all showing anxious expressions.

"Cang Baizi, huh?"

Chen Zheng gave a slight nod at the words.

When he was at the Reclining Immortal Courtyard, he once overheard several disciples discussing Cang Baizi, saying the man possessed a natural talent, had crushed hundreds of thousands of inner and outer sect disciples five years ago, dominated the Mountain‑River Rankings, and in one stroke attained divine power, becoming one of the true‑transmission disciples.

Cang Baizi was also highly valued by Hua Tiandu and belonged to the Tiandu Society.

The Tiandu Society is the largest organization among Feather Ascension Sect disciples, with senior brother Hua Tiandu as its leader.

"You maimed outer‑sect disciple Xiao Shi, forcibly seized two exquisite spirit artifacts from Yuan Jiankong, irrefutable evidence as solid as a mountain—do you acknowledge your crime?"

In an instant of mental focus, Cang Baizi had already stepped forward, looking down from a height as if a grim reaper about to harvest his life.

It seemed that in the next moment Cang Baizi would unleash a thunderous strike to obliterate Chen Zheng.

Everyone in the hall subconsciously held their breath.

Xu Yueer and the other women felt their hearts rise to their throats.

However, what happened next surprised everyone.

Chen Zheng merely glanced at Cang Baizi and said calmly, "You, kneel before me."

"..."

The entire venue fell silent.

Ten thousand people in the hall were frozen, all staring at Chen Zheng with incredulous eyes.

They didn't hear wrong, did they?

Cang Baizi really is a true‑transmission disciple!

Chen Zheng, a mere outer‑sect… no, a newly promoted inner‑sect disciple, daring to demand Cang Baizi kneel?

Crazy!

Too crazy!

"Hehe, when Heaven intends to doom a person, it first drives them mad."

Cang Baizi was stunned for a moment, then laughed at Chen Zheng's sheer madness.

Yuan Jiankong and the others sneered disdainfully, their gazes at Chen Zheng like those of a man driven mad before death.

But soon they could no longer smile.

Because Chen Zheng exuded an overwhelming, unmatched aura, as if a towering mountain suddenly collapsed, pressing down upon them.

Boom!

"Ah..."

When Yuan Jiankong, Senior Sister Mo, and the others came into contact with this aura, blood spurted from their mouths and noses, their bones shattered one by one, and they cried out in agony as they knelt on the ground.

"Hmph, between heaven and earth, no one can make me kneel!"

Cang Baizi roared in anger, his magical power raging wildly, attempting to resist the pressure.

He even tried to force Chen Zheng to kneel.

Unfortunately, his proud magical power was useless; against Chen Zheng, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Thump!

Cang Baizi's knees gave way, and he knelt on the spot. "This..."

A murmur spread through the hall.

Everyone's spirit was shaken wildly.

What did they all see?

Chen Zheng merely released an aura that forced Cang Baizi to kneel?

This can't be a dream, right?

Kneeling on the ground, Cang Baizi also thought he was dreaming, his expression dazed.

He, a bona fide true‑transmission disciple, kneeling before a minor disciple of the Mortal Body realm?

Could Chen Zheng have also attained divine power?

But even so, Chen Zheng was only at the initial stage of divine power.

Meanwhile, Cang Baizi had cultivated divine power for over five years, his magical strength reaching an astonishing eighty‑plus units, immensely formidable—far beyond what Chen Zheng could match.

"No, impossible!"

Cang Baizi's eyes turned blood‑red as he snarled fiercely, refusing to believe he was inferior to Chen Zheng.

Moreover, Cang Baizi had trained in martial arts since age ten, joined the Feather Ascension Sect at fifteen, achieved divine power at thirty‑eight, and in his whole life, aside from Hua Tiandu, had never knelt before anyone else.

Yet Chen Zheng made him kneel.

It was an outrageous humiliation!

Whoosh!

As Cang Bai Zi exhaled and opened his voice, a small sword about an inch long flew out from his mouth, its body snow-white, like a light snowflake.

This novel you have arrived.

The snowflake burst with radiant light, filling the entire arena with a chilling sword aura, making everyone feel as if they were in a world of ice and snow, even their breathing became difficult.

That sword aura, as fine as a spider's silk, would enter the human body through breathing, cutting the person into countless pieces from inside out.

"This is the treasure Flying Snow Divine Sword, Senior Brother Chen, be careful!" Long Xuan's pretty face changed drastically, and she hurriedly loudly reminded Chen Zheng.

Hmph!

Cang Bai Zi suddenly turned his head, giving Long Xuan a fierce smile: "The Flying Snow Divine Sword was personally refined by Senior Brother Hua using the 'Great Wilderness Ancient Furnace' and bestowed upon me; what does it matter if Chen Zheng is careful? He is destined to be cut into countless pieces by me... uh..."

Suddenly, he was like a rooster with its neck pinched, and his words cut off abruptly.

Because Chen Zheng merely extended his hand and lightly grasped, he seized the Flying Snow Divine Sword coming toward him.

Moreover, his palm emitted a suction force, firmly attaching the Flying Snow Divine Sword to his palm; no matter how it jumped or flashed with icy light, it could not break free, nor could it injure his flesh in the slightest.

He... is he defying heaven?

This scene was extremely shocking, causing everyone's hearts to tremble repeatedly, and they all gaped.

Long Xuan's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

She herself possessed a treasure, knowing well how sharp it was; besides cultivators at the Shen Tong Fifth Layer Human Realm or above, absolutely no one dared to receive it head-on with their flesh.

Only because Human Realm cultivators can set up grand formations on their bodies, making their flesh incomparably solid, able to resist magical treasures head-on.

But now, Chen Zheng seems to have just advanced into the Shen Tong Mi Jing, and can barehandedly seize a treasure.

What kind of flesh is this?

What kind of flesh is this?

On a ten-thousand-zhang high peak to the west of the Feather Ascension Mountains, an absolutely beautiful woman stood atop the summit, also asking the same question as Long Xuan.

She wore a blue long dress that swept the floor, her black hair flowed like a waterfall, mist and clouds swirled around her, making her look like a holy lotus blooming in an illusory fairyland.

She is Jia Lan, one of the five strongest true transmission disciples of the Feather Ascension Sect.

At this moment, her pair of autumn-water eyes were full of surprise; her gaze pierced mountains and rivers, reaching straight into the Heavenly Court Hall hundreds of li away, landing on Chen Zheng.

Given her vision and strength, under normal circumstances she would naturally not pay attention to such petty squabbles.

This is because Xu Yue'er and the others have mentioned Chen Zheng's name more than once before her, and they hold him in the highest esteem.

Especially Xu Yue'er, who repeatedly begged her to intercede for Chen Zheng, to save his life from Cang Bai Zi's hands.

Furthermore, one of the immortal cranes she raised, after following Xu Yue'er and the others on a trip and returning, brought back five spiritual artifacts and hundreds of Nascent Soul Pills.

It is said that these were bestowed by Chen Zheng.

To bestow so many treasures upon a mount that had been ridden for only a few days, and moreover someone else's mount, such a generous person she had never encountered.

Unconsciously, she felt a hint of curiosity toward Chen Zheng, wanting to see what kind of divine being he was.

If it truly is as Xu Yue'er and the others said, she wouldn't mind stepping forward once to protect Chen Zheng's life.

But upon seeing this, the strength Chen Zheng revealed truly startled her greatly.

For such a person, merely killing a lowly outer sect disciple—why would she need to protect him?

Jia Lan gave a bitter smile and shook her head.

Thanks to the great lord Yue Shitu for the reward of five hundred starting-point coins!

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(End of chapter)