Chapter 277

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Protagonist:

Jiang Xuan

"It has nothing to do with you, step back."

Jiang Xuan's expression was calm, his hand waving lightly. In an instant, several Spirit Transformation realm guards were as if nailed to the ground, unable to move.

The events of that year indeed had nothing to do with these guards; with their strength and status, they fundamentally could not involve themselves in that level of conflict.

Just now they acted to block him, merely fulfilling their duty.

As gate guards of the Wu Wang Fu, seeing someone trying to barge into the Wang Fu, they naturally could not stand by and do nothing; could they still open the gate with smiles plastered on their faces and respectfully invite him in?

Jiang Xuan came this time to collect a debt, not to indiscriminately slaughter innocent people.

At this moment, the street was already packed with people; everyone stopped in their tracks, eyes fixed tightly on Jiang Xuan who had barged into the Wu Wang Fu.

For a while, various discussions intertwined, exceptionally lively.

"What is this person's background? He actually dares to openly barge into the Wu Wang Fu!"

"The Wu Wang's prestige is resounding; among the princes, the Wu Wang is also a top-tier existence. The Wang Fu is even more filled with gathered experts, strong ones too numerous to count."

"Where did he get the guts? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"Sigh, I'm afraid he's going to lose his life at the Wu Wang Fu gates today."

People living in the Huang Du, more or less, all have some cultivation level; behind them, who knows, they might be backed by powerful forces.

Among the crowd there might be people from Hou Fu, Wang Fu; they are knowledgeable and experienced; in their eyes, Jiang Xuan's behavior is simply overestimating his capabilities.

"Boom!"

Jiang Xuan's expression calm, composed and unhurried, he took a step forward.

This kick seemed light and floating, yet the Wu Wang Fu's great gate, under this one kick, instantly turned into countless fragments, collapsing with a boom.

This scene made the surrounding onlookers stare with mouths agape, completely unable to believe their eyes.

Directly kicking the Wu Wang Fu's gate to pieces — this is undoubtedly trampling the Wu Wang Fu's face underfoot; the Wu Wang Fu will certainly be at irreconcilable odds with Jiang Xuan.

No one expected that this person who looked so indifferent would act so decisively, without the slightest mercy.

"Since the Wang Fu has already disregarded face, what meaning is there in keeping this gate?"

Jiang Xuan's divine gaze was indifferent, sweeping over the gate fragments on the ground, his tone unwavering.

Although his voice was not loud, it clearly entered everyone's ears, "From today onward, the Wu Wang Fu has no face left to speak of."

Just as Jiang Xuan's words fell, heaven and earth suddenly whipped up a gale, sand flying and stones rolling.

The place where the Wu Wang Fu's great gate originally stood, at this moment became incomparably bizarre, as if twisted by a mysterious and powerful force.

There seemed to be suppressed by some mysterious forbidden restriction; anything attempting to approach or linger there would be ruthlessly rejected by this force.

"This... this space has been completely imprisoned?" Someone couldn't help but cry out in alarm, full of disbelief.

Hua!

An uproar arose among the crowd; everyone looked at Jiang Xuan's back.

What is this person's origin?

If he truly grasps such a heaven-defying great divine ability, then today's ending might not be as simple as him bleeding on the spot, but rather the Wu Wang Fu facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Who comes?!!"

Inside the Wu Wang Fu, a furious shout suddenly rang out.

Jiang Xuan's commotion was truly too great; the Wu Wang Fu's people finally sensed the anomaly.

Inside the Wang Fu, streak after streak of flowing light soared skyward; each streak of flowing light carried dense killing intent, lunging fiercely at Jiang Xuan.

Within each streak of flowing light was an expert of extraordinary strength; if in the outside world, each could dominate a region, imposing and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, their faces were all veiled in a layer of cold frost, killing intent undisguised.

Jiang Xuan's expression indifferent, he quietly watched these menacingly charging people, his gaze unhurriedly sweeping across their faces one by one, carefully identifying them.

He wanted to find out those jumping-beam clowns who rose up after that year's tragedy occurred.

"Audacious madman, state your name!"

The leading expert, face full of rage, roared viciously.

Jiang Xuan's expression calm, "Hong Meng!"

The Wu Wang Fu, a top-tier power of Shi Guo, its foundation deep to the point of making one gasp in admiration.

In the fu, any expert with outstanding talent and achieved cultivation, the lowest are all at Spirit Transformation realm strength.

Even more so, a few Inscription Realm experts; if placed elsewhere in Shi Guo, becoming marquesses and hegemons would be effortless.

Deep in the Wang Fu, a terrifying aura hides, faintly showing a trend of breaking through the heavens; the powerful pressure, just a leak of a thread, can make one's heart palpitate with fear.

From Inscription Realm advancing toward Array Formation Realm, the difficulty and danger in between is like climbing a towering peak soaring into the clouds.

Inscription Realm cultivators need to inscribe within their bodies runes containing their own cultivation insights; for the vast majority of cultivators, even those of exceptional talent, breaking through from Inscription Realm to Array Formation Realm takes half a lifetime.

At this moment, wind and clouds change color; above the Wu Wang Fu, streak after streak of flowing light soars skyward.

Powerful might fills the surrounding space; onlookers' legs go weak, involuntarily retreating step by step.

Jiang Xuan, however, is like an eternally unchanging towering mountain, standing quietly.

His expression calm as water, unwavering.

A green robe fluttering lightly in the wind, he slowly raises his right hand.

Lightly, a grasp!

In an instant, the entire heaven and earth seemed to tremble for it.

Those strong ones from the Wu Wang Fu were bound tight, frozen in midair, unable to move a single bit.

They widened their eyes, fierce expressions still lingering on their faces, yet could only watch Jiang Xuan helplessly, their hearts filled with endless fear.

"Good and evil meet their due in the end; today is the time to settle accounts!"

As the words fell, a portion of the people in the air were gently tossed out, landing on the ground.

These people were all those who, in that horrific dig-bones-take-blood incident back then, had not aided a tyrant in cruelty, had not participated in suppressing the Boy.

Though they were imprisoned in place, a surge of fortune-after-calamity rose in their hearts.

"Still want to hide? Today, none of you will escape!" Jiang Xuan's voice suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold.

With a thought from Jiang Xuan, Divine Sense swept the entire Wu Wang Fu.

All those vile people who participated in persecuting the Boy back then were dragged out, every last one.

Among them were even those who had meticulously plotted behind the scenes, never appearing in the Boy's memory, yet acted as accomplices, aiding a tyrant in cruelty.

Above the Wu Wang Fu, a string of people hung suspended struggling, full of terror and despair.

These people usually lorded it over the Wang Fu, yet now they were like lambs awaiting slaughter, utterly unable to break free from the power binding them.

"Beneath the Human Emperor's feet, how can you run wild!"

A white-bearded, white-haired old man shouted angrily at Jiang Xuan.

His voice carried a trace of trembling, both indignation and fear.

Jiang Xuan looked at him with a calm expression, not a ripple in his eyes, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

This man had been a vanguard on Shi Yi's side in the incident back then, one of the chief culprits who persecuted the Boy, and also a high-ranking, powerful elder of the Wu Wang Fu.

"Noisy."

Jiang Xuan lightly spat out two words, voice not loud, yet like a thunderclap on a clear day, exploding by the old man's ear.

Crack! Crack!

A series of crisp bone-snapping sounds — over a dozen of the old man's teeth instantly flew out, fresh blood gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

His head seemed struck by a heavy hammer, buzzing, the whole man falling into unconsciousness.

"In that year's affair, though you were not the mastermind, your deeds are equally unforgivable."

The old man's heart was full of despair; he glanced around at the others likewise suspended in midair, terrified out of their wits.

The fog in his heart instantly dissipated; he finally understood what this person had come for.

"What relationship do you have with that little evil spawn?"

The old man's voice was hoarse; right now he had completely lost his former awe.

The others listening also instantly realized the truth.

That year's affair was a nightmare for the Wu Wang Fu, nearly plunging the entire Wang Fu into irredeemable disaster; as parties involved, they naturally remembered it to the bone.

"A Born Supreme, in your mouth becomes such a wretched title."

Jiang Xuan lightly shook his head, still indifferent.

Before he even stepped into the Wu Wang Fu, he had already decided these people's fate.

As for what effect these people's end would have on the Boy... Jiang Xuan thought, perhaps the Boy would therefore tread his Cultivation Path even more firmly, advancing toward that higher Cultivation Realm.

These people are merely a bunch of mediocrities with exhausted potential; in a few more years they won't even have the qualification to serve as the Boy's whetstone.

The Boy, personally taught by him, has long since become incomparable to his past self; his future achievements are limitless.

"Haha, Born Supreme? Where is there any Born Supreme?"

The old man knew he could not escape death today, so he simply went all-in with reckless abandon.

Though he stood in the profound domain of the Inscription Realm, before Jiang Xuan he was weak as an ant; all struggle was merely futile.

Jiang Xuan lightly shook his head; these people's ugly faces were truly nauseating, yet still struggling at death's door here, truly laughable.

"Guan Xia, this is my Wu Wang Fu's private matter; you inserting yourself seems rather inappropriate, no?"

A slightly plump middle-aged man shouted, bean-sized sweat beads rolling down his forehead.

"That year's matter was long properly resolved; all parties had no objection. You coming now to stir trouble — what reason is this?" A white-haired old elder feigned composure, voice trembling, yet panic he could not hide in his gaze.

"My Wu Wang Fu has always been united top to bottom; your acting like this, no matter how high your realm, will inevitably invite gossip." Yet another shrill voice piped up; that man shrank behind the crowd, only half a head showing.

"The Wu Wang Fu was personally conferred by the Human Emperor; Qian Sui even if you don't put the Wu Wang Fu in your eyes, the Human Emperor's might..." A tall, guard-like man shouted with forced courage, yet his voice was somewhat weak.

Listening quietly to these jumping-beam clowns' words, Jiang Xuan's expression was indifferent, revealing a trace of mocking smile.

These words in his ears were merely noisy static, utterly unable to stir a single ripple in his Inner Heart.

He, a dignified Quasi-Immortal King — these people's threats before him were simply child's play; how could he put them in his eyes?

Just then, a streak of light flew in at extreme speed from the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, the light had reached above the Wu Wang Fu, transforming into a man radiating a powerful Aura.

It was precisely the Wu Wang.

"Friend, your action goes too far! The Wu Wang Fu's affair — why does an outsider like you interfere?"

The Wu Wang's gaze was like a torch, shooting straight at Jiang Xuan; kingly Aura surged, attempting to overwhelm Jiang Xuan in momentum.

Jiang Xuan's expression was calm, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the Wu Wang once.

He did not respond, merely standing there quietly, his surrounding Aura withdrawn, yet making one feel an unfathomable power.

Seeing Jiang Xuan not speak, thinking he was intimidated by his own Aura, the Wu Wang rejoiced inwardly; runes flickered around him, he struck with full power at the imprisonment Jiang Xuan had placed on the Wu Wang Fu people.

"Hm?"

"Impossible!"

His rune power came wave after wave, but no matter how he exerted force, the Wu Wang Fu crowd remained as if fixed in place, unable to move.

"As a clan head, you indulged your clansmen in evil, causing the government office to be rife with corruption, with chaotic scenes arising repeatedly."

Jiang Xuan finally spoke, voice low yet clearly reaching all directions, "That year's tragedy, you cannot escape responsibility either. Knowing evil deeds occurred yet turning a blind eye, letting the victims suffer wrongly — this is indulgence, a crime beyond forgiveness."

The Martial King's face instantly turned iron-green, and he roared in anger: "This King's affairs are not for an outsider like you to comment on!"

He was both shocked and furious in his heart; he had not expected Jiang Xuan to be so unyielding, simply not putting him, the Martial King, in his eyes at all.

A trace of pity flashed through Jiang Xuan's eyes, and he spoke no further.

He lightly lifted his right hand, waving it freely in the air.

In an instant, a fierce wind rose, sand flew and stones rolled.

The fragments of the Martial King Mansion Gate on the ground were swept into midair, spinning rapidly in the wind, and in the blink of an eye condensed into a Long Sword.

The Long Sword was like a Single Thread of black Lightning, stabbing straight at the Martial King.

The Martial King's Eyes Wide Open, he wanted to dodge, yet discovered his body seemed bound by an invisible force, completely unable to move.

Puff!

The Long Sword directly pierced through the Martial King's chest, fresh blood splattering in all directions.

Like a kite with its string cut, the Martial King fell straight down from midair, crashing heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire Imperial Capital instantly fell into dead silence; everyone was stunned Speechless by this scene.

They could Disbelieve that the Martial King of formidable reputation had just fallen so easily.

And Jiang Xuan still wore a calm expression.

The Martial King fell straight down from the High Sky without warning, Life and Death unknown.

The Collide sound upon landing was like a heavy cannon of tremendous power, Boom striking every person's heart.

Shaking eardrums aching, hearts pounding wildly.

Many years ago, the Martial King, Ping Fu his heaven-penetrating martial might, was enfeoffed as a king.

For decades since, he Closed-door Cultivation bitterly, single-mindedly pursuing a Gao Jing Jie.

Yet who could have imagined that today he would actually be pierced through the body by a sharp sword assembled from fragments of his own Mansion Gate, not even having time to make the slightest defensive movement.

A murder weapon made from the fragments of his own Mansion Gate — this is not merely taking a life, it is simply annihilating a person's Essence Qi Spirit, destroying all their Proud pride and dignity.

The people of the Martial King Mansion, whether those suspended high in midair like helpless lambs awaiting slaughter, or those temporarily Lucky unharmed, in an instant the color drained from their faces, turning pale as paper, as if their vitality had been sucked dry.

The Martial King is the pillar of the Martial King Mansion, their reliance, the symbol of the Martial King Mansion's Glory and majesty.

The Martial King struck down in one blow — the shock triggered by this astonishing change was like a giant boulder thrown into a Calm lake raising a thousand layers of waves, Rapidly spreading outward.

Ordinary passersby on the streets and alleys, faces full of Incredulous disbelief.

The kings and princes of other Wang Fu also walked out of their mansions, gazes directed toward the Martial King Mansion Direction, full of Shocked shock.

Even within the Imperial Palace, there were strands of gaze penetrating layers of palace walls, cast over.

However, all the clamor and shock were like a Gentle Breeze brushing past, utterly unable to disturb Jiang Xuan.

Today, his mind was made up.

No one can save you! (Chapter End)