Chapter 168: My Master

A young man stepped out from a spatial rift, his entire body suffused with surging solar true fire.

On his chest, a sun totem faintly manifested, his aura so formidable it filled all nearby prodigies with dread.

Many stood frozen like fools; when they finally snapped back to reality, they saw the arrogant Lin Feng grievously wounded and utterly disheveled.

The entire Nanlan clan stared dumbly at the man who had stepped from the rift, resembling a god of fire.

Though his realm was not particularly high, paired with his age, he was undeniably a prodigy.

Most importantly, though both were in the Dao-Union realm, this young man had crippled Lin Feng with a single strike.

His combat power was simply abnormal.

Realm is only one component of combat power; the higher the realm, the stronger the true strength.

But many other factors can also influence combat power.

Some forbidden prodigies, even with modest realms, inspire widespread fear because their combat power is so immense they can challenge higher realms.

Jun Xiaoyao was a clear example.

Lin Feng, though Dao-Union, could at best dominate within his own realm.

Beyond that, he would struggle to fight effectively.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, not even Dao-Union, not even Nirvana, nor even the higher Heaven-Access realm, demanded his caution.

This was the distinction between prodigy and anomaly.

At the sight of this suddenly appearing young man, the entire arena fell silent.

Everyone speculated about his origins.

Though Yi Yu had once appeared at the Sacred Spirit Academy, accompanying Jun Xiaoyao,

those who had seen him were few.

"Who are you, daring to harm Brother Lin Feng!" Zi Yan's face darkened with fury as she glared at Yi Yu.

She could not tolerate anyone harming Lin Feng.

"Hmph, trash!" Yi Yu raised his hand again, magic power surging as it coalesced into a golden bow.

He drew the bow full as the moon and fired directly at Zi Yan.

Shhh!

The arrow shot forth like a startled swan, shaking the very void!

Everyone stared in shock, as if seeing a ghost.

This young man was terrifyingly aggressive—no words exchanged, he struck immediately.

He didn't even care that Zi Yan was from the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground.

"Ahh!"

Feeling the piercing, scorching aura, Zi Yan's face turned deathly pale.

Su Ziqiong dashed forward—she could not let the Sacred Ground's holy maiden of the mortal realm be slain.

"Purple Qi comes from the east for three thousand li!"

Su Ziqiong unleashed the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground's ultimate technique, her jade hand sweeping forth as vast waves of purple qi emerged and clashed with Yi Yu's arrow.

Boom!

Su Ziqiong grunted, recoiled over a hundred steps, a trickle of blood seeping from her lips.

The surroundings fell utterly silent.

That was the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Realm's Purple Mansion Sacred Ground—she had been repelled and wounded in a single blow.

Su Ziqiong herself could hardly believe it.

Her strength, among the young generation of the Huang Tian Immortal Realm, was not top-tier, but still elite.

Yet now, she was utterly dominated by this young man.

How could she know that Yi Yu was the heir of an ancient imperial clan, blessed with countless talents far beyond any mere holy maiden?

Seeing the overwhelmingly powerful Yi Yu, everyone in the Nanlan clan felt as if they were dreaming.

They never expected anyone would come to their aid.

Nanlan Ruoxi also wore a look of confusion.

But Nanlan Zhan's expression did not improve.

For though Yi Yu was strong, he was only strong among the young generation.

Without a powerful sect behind him, he could not help the Nanlan clan.

Su Ziqiong realized this too, and coldly demanded: "Who are you, daring to interfere with the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground?"

"Purple Mansion Sacred Ground? What's that? Do you think my master's word could not annihilate your Immortal Realm's Purple Mansion Sacred Ground!" Yi Yu's brows lifted as he spoke coldly.

Perhaps having spent too long near Jun Xiaoyao, his demeanor had absorbed a touch of tyranny.

The tyranny of: obey me and thrive, defy me and perish.

Whoa!

At his words, the entire arena erupted.

A sea of stunned exclamations seemed ready to shatter the heavens.

One word—and the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground would be destroyed!

Every person present drew a sharp breath.

Yi Yu had not meant the mortal realm's Purple Mansion Sacred Ground—he meant the Immortal Realm's Purple Mansion Sacred Ground!

The difference between the two was astronomical.

The Immortal Realm's Purple Mansion Sacred Ground was a top-tier force guarded by supreme sovereigns—how could anyone hope to annihilate it?

Nanlan Zhan and Nanlan Ruoxi were both shaken.

Such a powerful young prodigy was merely a servant?

Then how powerful was the master he spoke of?

"Insolent!"

Several heavenly gods and dao gods of the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground glared furiously.

Their Purple Mansion Sacred Ground had endured for hundreds of thousands of years in the Immortal Realm—no one had ever dared to scorn them thus.

One heavenly god immediately slammed his palm toward Yi Yu.

At that moment, deep within the spatial rift, a tremor echoed, and golden light flooded the heavens.

A majestic nine-headed lion pulled a golden palanquin as it stepped forth.

Three figures followed beside the palanquin.

One of them, a man in blue robes, glanced at the scene, his eyes flickering with disdain; he reached out and seized the Purple Mansion heavenly god.

Pfft!

The heavenly god who had struck out was crushed to death in the blue-robed elder's grip.

Everyone around stood stunned.

A Purple Mansion Sacred Ground heavenly god—crushed to death in one hand!

The horror sent chills through all who watched, their gazes toward the blue-robed elder filled with unprecedented dread.

Yet a group of local forces from Dong Xuan Region, upon seeing the blue-robed elder, showed shock and excitement.

"Ancestor—is it Elder Dong Xuan?"

One middle-aged man stepped forward from the group, his face alight with intense excitement.

He was the patriarch of the Dong Xuan Dao Sect.

The Dong Xuan Dao Sect had once been the strongest force in Dong Xuan Region, dominating the entire region.

In recent years, though weakened, it remained one of Dong Xuan's dominant powers.

Now, this patriarch stared at the blue-robed elder, his expression alight with fervor.

The blue-robed elder was none other than one of their own ancestral elders.

Long ago, during Elder Dong Xuan's generation, the Dong Xuan Dao Sect had ruled the entire Dong Xuan Region.

"The Dong Xuan Dao Sect still exists."

The blue-robed elder—Elder Dong Xuan—showed a flicker of surprise, then nodded slightly.

He was a cultivator who had ascended from Tian Xuan Continent.

Hearing this, many local forces of Dong Xuan Region were chilled to the bone.

Elder Dong Xuan had descended from the heavens!?

"Hah! Wonderful! With Ancestor here, how can our Dong Xuan Dao Sect fail to rise!" the Dong Xuan patriarch exclaimed.

"Don't call me Elder Dong Xuan anymore—I am merely my master's servant." Elder Dong Xuan shook his head.

"What…?"

Elder Dong Xuan's words silenced heaven and earth.

The Elder Dong Xuan who had ascended to the Immortal Realm thousands of years ago was now merely a servant?

Many local Dong Xuan prodigies felt their entire worldview collapse.

What manner of exalted being could command a saint-level elder to serve him?

Nanlan Zhan's pupils trembled—he had heard of Elder Dong Xuan's name.

And now, he had become another's servant?

Nanlan Ruoxi gripped the ancient talisman in her hand tightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the golden palanquin.

She wondered—who sat inside that golden palanquin, this master of masters?

As for Su Ziqiong, her entire body was trembling uncontrollably.

She stared at the nine-headed lion, her expression filled with unprecedented terror.

"A nine-headed lion pulling a carriage—could it really be him…?"

Su Ziqiong's face turned as white as paper; she dared not think further!