Chapter 220: The Great Dao Sect Master Appears

What's up?

Is it that our Great Dao Sect is weak and inferior, deserving to be bullied by the two great sects of Central State?

A deep, resonant voice filled with majesty came rolling forth, as if carrying endless power.

It echoed endlessly between heaven and earth.

The anger and questioning contained in the voice made everyone present shudder.

The originally tense atmosphere was instantly pushed to an even greater climax.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads toward the sound.

All that could be seen was a burly middle-aged man striding over.

He wore a magnificent, extraordinary brocade robe, every inch of its silk seeming to flow with mysterious runes that glimmered faintly in the sunlight, displaying unparalleled splendor.

His visage was cold and stern, like a thousand-year-old cold jade, devoid of any warmth; his deep eyes seemed to hold endless stars and abysses, making one feel awed just by looking.

The innate overbearing aura of a superior grew stronger with each step he took.

It seemed as if the whole heaven and earth submitted beneath his feet.

This person was none other than the Sect Master of the Great Dao Sect, Chu Xiong.

Beside him, Gui Feng saw that his own sect master had arrived, and a flicker of barely noticeable joy crossed his eyes.

Immediately, he respectfully bowed slightly, his posture full of reverence for Chu Xiong.

Meanwhile, Shi Hao, like a puppy seeing its master, practically crawled over to Chu Xiong, his face full of grievance and unwillingness.

He came to Chu Xiong's side and, with a voice choked with tears, urgently said, 'Sect Master, you've finally come! These people are utterly reckless, completely ignoring your orders.'

'They refuse to go to the Great Dao Sect's temporary branch in Yun City, no matter what.'

'Not only that, they openly rebelled, beating me black and blue, and they almost came to blows with Senior Gui Feng.'

'You must uphold justice for me and Senior Gui Feng, making these clueless fools pay a heavy price!'

Chu Xiong's gaze merely swept lightly over Shi Hao.

That gaze was as cold as looking at an insignificant ant.

Shi Hao's lament was to him no more than a breeze past his ear, unable to stir the slightest ripple.

Immediately after.

Chu Xiong turned his gaze to the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect, as well as the Sect Masters of the God Controlling Sect, Jiang Shanhai, and the Illusory Moon Sect, Nangong Batian.

His eyes were like sharp blades, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Wherever his gaze fell, everyone felt as if shrouded in a layer of cold frost, making breathing difficult.

Chu Xiong's mighty pressure spread out like a surging tide, wildly expanding in all directions.

The disciples and elders of the Azure Cloud Sect felt as if they were trapped in a dark abyss, being firmly suppressed by an invisible force.

Many elders with Minor Saint Realm cultivation could not withstand this terrifying pressure at all.

Mouthfuls of blood spurted uncontrollably from their mouths, staining the ground beneath them red.

Their legs went weak, they could barely stand, and their faces were filled with fear and despair.

Boom!

At that critical moment, Jiang Shanhai and Nangong Batian almost simultaneously erupted with their own imperial might.

Jiang Shanhai's spiritual power surged around him like an awakening giant dragon, roaring as it broke through the heavens.

Within his imperial might lay a steady, immense power that seemed able to shake mountains and rivers, making the very earth tremble.

Nangong Batian's imperial might, meanwhile, was like a mysterious, icy cold current, bringing endless chill and a killing aura.

These two imperial mights intertwined, forming an impregnable barrier.

They forcibly blocked Chu Xiong's oppression from the outside.

The three imperial mights collided with each other.

They erupted with a deafening roar.

Powerful energy waves surged outward in all directions.

The whole of Yun City seemed to violently shake under the impact of that force.

Buildings throughout the city cracked, and tiles fell scattered.

All major forces in Yun City, whether hidden mysterious families or prominent powerful sects, noticed this unusual disturbance.

Their strong ones all lifted their heads to gaze at the sky, eyes filled with shock and doubt.

After all, the grand competition of Qing State had not yet begun, yet three great emperors simultaneously displayed their might—such a rare sight foretold that a world-shaking event was surely imminent.

The sect masters and senior elders of these forces, their faces grim, issued orders to recall their disciples gathered outside.

They shut their doors tight, daring not to make the slightest move, fearing to be drawn into the impending storm.

In a tranquil pavilion on the outskirts of Yun City.

Lin Yang and Dongfang Lao Yang sat opposite each other.

On the table lay a jug of fine wine and several small dishes.

The originally tranquil and harmonious atmosphere was shattered by those three soaring imperial mights.

Dongfang Lao Yang's wine cup trembled slightly in his hand.

He hastily set down the cup, pinched his fingers, and muttered an incantation.

He attempted to calculate the heavenly secrets behind this through mysterious arts.

After a moment.

His expression shifted slightly as he lifted his head to look at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang merely glanced casually at the sky; his eyes revealed an extraordinary calm and composure.

He then turned his gaze toward a certain direction and said slowly, 'It's fine; my peak sect elder and two disciples should arrive soon—they can handle this.'

Upon hearing those words, Dongfang Lao Yang couldn't help but be slightly stunned, his eyes filled with shock.

He looked at Lin Yang in disbelief, as if trying to find a trace of joking on Lin Yang's face.

After all, that is Imperial Might—can an elder and a disciple possibly resolve it?

However, after a long while, all that could be seen was Lin Yang's calm, water-like visage.

Dongfang Lao Yang then gradually regained his composure.

Perhaps Lin Yang really does have a way.

And Lin Yang said no more, calmly saying, "Keep drinking."

At that moment.

In the Azure Cloud Sect's makeshift annex, the clash of three strands of Imperial Might had already reached a white-hot stage.

The immense power almost tore this space apart completely.

The air was thick with surging spiritual power, as if a terrifying spiritual power storm could erupt at any moment.

Under the impact of this power, huge cracks appeared on the ground, and the surrounding trees were uprooted and turned to powder.

Suddenly.