Long Live The Emperor! - Chapter 540
Chapter 540: 24. The Headmaster Reveals His Divinity and Kills 14 States
Translator: 549690339
In the late autumn, yellow leaves rolled up into the sky of Chenque Mountain. They rose into the sky like a yellow tide, swimming across the thousands of mountains that were like dragons and snakes.
Those who worship the mountain and burn incense must take a bath and change clothes to calm their hearts and calm their breathing before entering the ancestral hall of Confucius.
Who is the Headmaster?
The person who gathered the faith of the Tribe of Humanity.
No blasphemy, no slander.
Even sects from outside had to burn three incense sticks to show their respect before starting the sect competition.
The golden-robed man sitting on the Black Flood Dragon Flying Carriage was called Zhao Beicheng. He was one of the three kings of the Fenghua Royal Sect, King Cheng. In the past, his strength was at the peak of level 13 and he was one of the best among them. He was not much weaker than the Myriad Sword Sect Master.
The reason why the Wan Jian House could stand in the east was mostly due to the power of the Demon Lord who had killed his way out two hundred years ago.
However, the Fenghua King Sect seemed to have something to rely on, which was why they decided to invade from the west.
Although the invasion was divided into several routes, one of them would definitely come to the Master Temple.
Paying respects to the teacher was a must.
At this moment.
It was still in the eastern region of Yunzhou.
The west wind blew.
He carried a figure with a vast aura and flew toward a certain villa on his sword.
The figure walked to the door and landed on the flying sword. He grabbed the flying sword with his left hand and looked up.
Big Dipper Villa was carved on the signboard at the gate.
The cranes in the manor raised their heads, the fish in the pond swam, the shadows of the clouds swam across the river, and there were the sounds of men and women chatting. The fog floated past like a veil, and thousands of chrysanthemums bloomed proudly, making this place look like a fairyland.
This villa was obviously a paradise.
In addition, the Big Dipper Villa was a well-known gathering place for itinerant cultivators in the east of the Cloud Continent.
The people who came and went in the village were all cultivators.
The manor lord was an extremely powerful cultivator among the 13 states. If not for that, he would not have been able to protect the wandering cultivators and obtain a pure land.
Unfortunately, this pure land was going to be filthy today.
There would be no peace in this paradise from now on.
Because that figure had already stepped into the villa.
As soon as he stepped into the villa, many people looked over and locked onto him with their auras.
This was because it was an unfamiliar aura.
“Fellow Daoist, you look unfamiliar? Who is it?”
The figure glanced at all the Daoists and smiled. ‘”‘True Monarch of the
Fenghua Royal Sect.”
The cultivator who asked the question was stunned for a moment. Then, he said,” The Fenghua King Sect is a sect from the Western Liu Nation, right? The sect has its own territory, and anyone who comes without warning is considered an intruder. Did you inform the Myriad Sword Sect here? ” “No.” True King laughed.
He didn’t wait for the cultivator to ask again and said, ‘”‘Since I’m here today, the Wan Jian House shouldn’t exist anymore.”
“Oh? Why are you so arrogant?”
“Arrogant?”
The True King suddenly burst into laughter.
After laughing, he looked at the cultivator who dared to ask him back.
That cultivator was quite strong and fearless. He carried a long spear on his back and looked like a general of a human dynasty.
The True Monarch took a step forward and casually waved his right hand. The flying sword that had been floating behind him all this time was unsheathed. Without saying anything, it shot directly at the cultivator.
It wasn’t powerful or fast, but it was a little strange.
The cultivator wasn’t afraid at all. He didn’t seem to make any movements. The long spear stirred up a sharp airflow and pierced through the sky, whistling toward the flying sword.
The next scene.
Chi
The flying sword directly sliced through the spear, but its speed did not decrease at all.
The spear-wielding cultivator was shocked. His reaction speed was extremely fast, and he quickly retreated. The power of the nine heavens and the earth hidden in his Purple Mansion was suddenly pointed out with a finger.
He pointed at the sword and the true king behind it.
The wind in this area seemed to freeze, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a towering mountain that bombarded the true king.
In the next moment.
The spear-wielding cultivator was shocked.
This was because the power of the heavens and the earth was actually torn apart by the flying sword, as if it did not hinder it at all.
This was simply inconceivable.
It was no wonder that the spear-wielding cultivator was shocked.
The flying sword was getting closer and closer.
Only then did he notice that there was a strange black membrane on the flying sword. With this black membrane, it seemed to be invincible and invincible.
A few thoughts flashed through the spear-wielding cultivator’s mind before he sighed.
However, at this moment, an extremely terrifying natural power shot into the sky. It was like a huge hand that had just formed. The airflow in the sky was extremely viscous and glistening. The dust on the ground soared into the sky.
This aura, which far exceeded the power of the spear-wielding cultivator, transformed into a huge hand that grabbed the flying sword.
Boom!
The power was like a whirlpool, crashing down on the flying sword from all directions.
The flying sword wasn’t damaged, and even the black membrane on its surface didn’t show any fluctuations. It only paused for half a second before the flying sword broke free and continued to maintain its original speed, directly piercing through the spear-wielding cultivator’s head.
From beginning to end, it only took a moment.
The sword was stained with a little blood. After it shook off, it circled around the air and returned to the True King’s back.
The spear-wielding cultivator had never expected that a single “wild remark” would bring about a fatal disaster.
His head split open from the middle, his purple mansion shattered, and his soul scattered towards the Reincarnation Stage. His body fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, in the middle of a quiet bamboo forest in the distance, a stone table was filled with black and white stones. There was a person sitting on each side of the table.
Sitting on the east side was an old man, the owner of Big Dipper Villa. He was looking at his palm in astonishment, his eyes filled with shock.
How was this possible?
His strength just now was enough to destroy dozens of flying swords, but why did he only stop the flying sword for half a second?
