God Emperor - Chapter 1665
Chapter 1665: Come Hit Me if You Dare
Fang Lingqian shook in anger. Light poured out of his apertures as he tried to break free from Xiang Chunan’s palm.
Xiang Chunan’s palm was the size of a house. It shone with heavy demonic light. He grabbed simply and made it impossible for Fang Lingqian’s Holy Qi to circulate. His Rules of Saintly Way were restricted and he couldn’t break free no matter what.
Crack, crack.
Fang Lingqian’s bones exploded and he couldn’t help but scream in pain.
Yang Xu shook in fear, knees weakening.
Fang Lingxian was a famous war god in Heaven Track Field. Many of the old guys who’d lived for thousands of years feared him, but someone like him was still captured easily by the Dark Fool. Killing him was as easy as butchering a chicken.
The dozen beings who’d come with Yang Xu finally realized that these two people were uncommon. They definitely weren’t nameless figures and might’ve come from a top world.
However, as members of the Heaven Field sect, they had no fears.
The four-winged angel from Heaven Field had a cold and furious expression. “What field are you two from?”
Xiang Chunan stuck his chest out. “Your Lord Xiang isn’t from any field.”
In the angel’s opinion, Xiang Chunan didn’t dare to report his status. “No matter where you’re from, I advise you to let go of Fang Lingqian, kneel down to apologize, and give up half of your saint soul. That’s the only way you can survive today!”
Fang Lingqian’s entire body hurt and his thoughts grew blurry. With a trembling voice, he said, “Brother Nanjin… Don’t…waste time, just turn this dark trash…into a saint slave…ah!”
The four-winged angel named King Nanjin sensed that Fang Lingqian couldn’t withstand it for much longer. If they continued delaying things, he might really get killed by the Dark Fool.
King Nanjin wasn’t confident in defeating Xiang Chunan, so he said, “Let’s work together and kill the Dark Fool first. I’ll shoulder all consequences.”
The members of the Heaven Field sect who’d come to help Yang Xu were all Saint Kings. They took out Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapons and activated the complete strength, but they didn’t dare to strike for fear of accidentally killing Fang Lingqian.
King Nanjin took out a gold saint whip and instantly activated the Third Yao complete power.
Xiang Chunan grabbed with his other hand. Before King Nanjin’s whip could attack, it was covered by a hand with strong demonic Qi.
King Nanjin was shocked. He hurriedly activated all his rune scrolls to fend off the demon hand and avoid turning into Fang Lingqian.
Boom, boom.
The rune scrolls kept exploding but couldn’t stop the demon hand at all.
“Hurry and attack him!” King Nanjin yelled.
He put all his hope on the other Saint Kings. If they attacked, they’d definitely be able to restrict the Dark Fool. Only then would he have hope of breaking free.
Zhang Ruochen stopped cultivating. He stuck the 18 formation flags onto the ground.
The flags fluttered in the wind and shone with brilliant firelight. Like 18 divine fire torches, they blocked all the Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapons from the dozen Saint Kings.
Then Zhang Ruochen walked calmly into the spatial maze. He used Spatial Distortion to take all the Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapons and used Divine Fire Jingmie to refine the auras.
“Oh no, my Phoenix Burial Bell has lost perception.”
“My Tianji Disc… He took it!”
The dozen Saint Kings all stared at the human scholar in shock and back at their empty hands. They retreated hurriedly.
Because of the 18 formation flags, they didn’t sense the spatial ripples. They only thought that Zhang Ruochen’s saint spell had been too eerie and no one dared to strike with weapons again.
Clang!
As if they were scrap metal, Zhang Ruochen tossed the dozen Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapons onto the ground in a small pile.
On the other hand, Xiang Chunan captured Fang Lingqian in one hand and King Nanjin in the other. They turned bloody in his grip and kept screaming. Bones protruded out of their flesh.
After tossing them down, Xiang Chunan patted his bloody hands, but his anger hadn’t died down yet. “You’re like shit and still dare to make me bow down and apologize? Bah!”
In the distance, the Saint Kings of the Heaven Field sect were all furious.
If Fang Lingqian and King Nanjin were trash, then what were they? This Dark Fool was too offensive!
Xiang Chunan glared at them. “What are you looking at? I’m not only talking about them. I’m saying all of you. Shit, you’re all shit. Yeah, come hit me if you dare!”
No one dared. The Dark Fool was crazily strong. He could beat up Fang Lingqian and King Nanjin so easily. It would be even easier to take care of them.
Cultivators from other worlds were all watching. In the beginning, they thought that Xiang Chunan and Zhang Ruochen would be at a loss.
In the end, they were dumbfounded and too surprised to speak.
“That Dark Fool is honestly too strong. Not even the leaders of some worlds can be his match.”
“That human scholar is strong too. He instantly took away a dozen Ten-thousand-pattern Saint Weapons. His skills are extraordinary.”
“Someone really dares to go up against Heaven Field. This is incredible. Could they be from the group of one ruling world?”
“Even if they’re not, they’re probably from a top 100 world. Otherwise, it’s suicide.”
…
A godly disciple in crane blue robes. He hurried over with first class disciples wearing kirin cloud robes.
This godly disciple was thin and tall. Eight gold snakes wrapped around his waist. His aura was much stronger than Fang Lingqian and King Nanjin.
This was Yuwen Jing.
Back then, when Zhang Ruochen had conquered the Moon Goddess Dojo and captured a large group of Evil Way figures from the Yin and Yang Palace, Yuwen Jing had threatened and warned Zhang Ruochen as a cultivator from Yin and Yang Field.
This was why Zhang Ruochen had a deep impression of this man.
Seeing Yuwen Jing come, Yang Xu and the Heaven Field sect cultivators were overjoyed. A third step female Saint King walked over and spoke to Yuwen Jing quietly.
Yuwen Jing’s eyes darkened and he nodded.
Then he spoke to Yang Xu, asking about some things.
The cultivators on all sides saw that godly disciple Yuwen Jing had come. They instantly understood that the Dark Fool and human scholar would suffer today.
Yin and Yang Field wasn’t part of the Heaven Field sect, but they had a friendly relationship. How could they not take sides?
As expected, Yuwen Jing only listened to Heaven Field’s words and immediately ordered, “Arrest these two troublemakers in the Free Trade Yard. If they dare to fight back, kill them without warning.”
Two first disciples rushed over with Saint-binding Chains.
“Your Lord Xiang did nothing wrong. I’ll kill whoever dares to arrest me!”
Xiang Chunan grew even more furious. He clenched his fists and was about to smash them all with punches.
Zhang Ruochen stopped him. He knew that if Xiang Chunan really killed a disciple of the Truth Godly Palace, the consequences would be serious. They couldn’t be impulsive at times like this.
Feng Yan also brought many first disciples over. From afar, he yelled out, “Step back.”
The two first disciples who were walking toward Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan heard Feng Yan’s voice and immediately stopped. They suddenly didn’t dare to go forward and looked back at Yuwen Jing.
Yuwen Jing frowned. Feng Yan was a first disciple, but his status was higher than some godly disciples too. He wasn’t someone that could be offended.
“Junior Brother Feng, what are you doing?” Yuwen Jing asked.
Faced with such a powerful Yuwen Jing, Feng Yan was still calm and composed. “Senior Brother Yuwen, why are you arresting them?”
Yuwen Jing huffed coldly. “They first hurt Yang Xu of Heaven Track Field and stole his treasures. Just then, they attacked and hurt Fang Lingqian and King Nanjin. They disrupted the order of the Free Trade Yard and are extremely arrogant. They don’t care about the rules from the Truth Godly Palace at all. Do they not deserve to be arrested?”
Feng Yan chuckled. “But that’s not what I heard. Apparently, Yang Xu of Heaven Track Field used medicine from the outside world to scam the cultivator with the surname Xiang. Xiang squeezed Yang Xu in anger, but quickly let him go. As for Yang Xu’s treasures, they weren’t stolen. He’d left them here.”
Yu Wenjing could hear what was wrong. Feng Yan was clearly trying to help these two cultivators. Did they have a special relationship with him?
On the side, Yang Xu was furious. “What do you mean ‘squeezed’? You make it sound easy, but he broke three of my bones.”
“Shut up.” Yuwen Jing glared at Yang Xu before saying, “Junior Brother Feng, do you have proof of what you just said?”
“I don’t have proof, but I do have a witness.’
Feng Yan waved his sleeve and a first disciple walked over with the eight-armed spider king.
His expression was extremely uncomfortable. He didn’t want to get involved in this at all and didn’t dare to offend the Heaven Field sect, so he’d stayed far away.
However, he didn’t dare to offend Feng Yan either.
When Feng Yan sent someone to go look for him, he could only come obediently.
Feng Yan clapped his shoulder and chuckled. “Tell everyone what you saw and heard. You must tell the truth. If you dare to say one false word, you’ll get struck by lightning!”
The eight-armed spider king shuddered and began recounting.
After he finished speaking, Yuwen Jing and even the Saint Kings from the Heaven Field sect glared at Yang Xu with clenched teeth. Clearly, they’d been lied to too.
Yang Xu’s face paled to the extreme while his vision went black and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
As a Saint King, he definitely wouldn’t faint on his own. Yuwen Jing must have used a secret technique to knock him out.
Yang Xu didn’t seem like a strong person and definitely wasn’t Feng Yan’s match. Feng Yan might be able to terrify him with a few words and make him say things that he shouldn’t.
Yuwen Jing only felt reassured if he was unconscious.
He knew Feng Yan’s background and didn’t dare to offend him, so he said, “Since both sides are at fault, how about we have them reconcile?”
“Brother Yuwen’s suggestion matches mine,” Feng Yan said, chuckling.
