The Dongzhou Jiang Clan had been ranked among the saints ten thousand years ago.

The Jiang Nanling of the Jiang Clan was ranked third on the Primordial world Titled Saint Rankings, and it was titled “Wind Saint”!

What was this?

This was the foundation of the Jiang Clan.

Right now, the Wen Clan has replaced the Jiang Clan and become one of the six great saints of the Eastern Continent. But what was the cultivation level of the Wen Clan’s elder? It’s just the Emperor Realm. In terms of background, even ten Wen Clans were not comparable to the Jiang Clan.

Jiang Nanling’s voice sounded like thunder piercing through the ears of everyone in the 1st division barracks.

The pressure of Jiang Nanling spread throughout the 1st division barracks, causing the people of the Little Thousand Realm to kneel on the ground, the people of the Middle Thousand Realm to be unable to move, and the people of the Great Thousand Realm to tremble.

However, the people of Jiang Nanling were still far away from the 1st division barracks.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the appearance of the “Number One Saint of East Continent” who had not asked anything about the world for many years.

After about ten breaths of time, Jiang Nanling finally appeared. He strolled through the air as if the sky was his family’s backyard, his hands behind his back. He seemed to have taken a small step, but in reality, he had taken more than a hundred li.

Jiang Nanling was dressed in a light cyan cloth with dark blue strips tied around his waist.

Judging from his attire alone, no one could tell that he was the number one saint in the Eastern Continent, but at this moment, even if Jiang Nanling was dressed in beggar attire, he would still be able to make people feel the might of the heavens.

As Jiang Nanling appeared above the 1st division barracks, the sound of footsteps rang out from the ground below.

Dada! Dada!

The sound of footsteps was uniform, and one could tell that it was a well-trained elite general.

Very quickly, the outer walls of the 1st division barracks were completely broken open. The Jiang Family Guards Legion Corps, clad in Dragon Scaled Armor and carrying the Jiangmen Saber, stepped on the high walls and crushed stones.

The Jiang Clan had already been demoted to white, and the troops of the Four Imperial Cities, Eight Imperial Cities, and the suburbs and prefectures under the Jiang Clan’s rule were no longer assigned to the Jiang Clan. However, the personal guards of the Jiang Clan who had been raised privately for many years were still there. There were 30,000 personal guards. If they were converted to the Eastern Continent’s military system, they would have to be part of an integrated army.

Jiang Feng’s eldest brother, Jiang Tianxu, was leading the troops. Jiang Feng’s third brother, Jiang Tianliu, was also in the group.

As soon as the Jiang Clan’s personal guards arrived, Jiang Nanling landed from the sky. As soon as he landed, he immediately ordered, “Jiang Clan’s personal guards, listen up!”

“This subordinate is here!” The personal guards of the Wan Yu Jiang Clan answered in an orderly manner, their voices echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

“Kill all those who are wearing military uniforms. Not a single one of them will be left!”

“Yes!”

“What … what?” The highest general in the barracks was originally supposed to be a division commander. However, the 1st division division commander used to be Jiang Feng’s old battalion. Wen Yuyao did not trust him, so she did not let him interfere in this matter. It was Nian Baheng, the deputy commander of the First Division, who was in charge of this matter.

When Nian Baheng saw Jiang Nanling personally appear, he knew that he would definitely be unlucky this time. However, he did not expect Jiang Nanling to do such an extreme job. The moment he opened his mouth, he directly took the lives of everyone in the 1st division barracks.

Nian Baheng hurriedly looked at Wen Yuyao and cried out in panic, “Emperor, hurry up and say something. They’ve made a move.”

Indeed, the Jiang Clan’s personal guards were the elites of the elites. Now that the Jiang Clan’s Clan Chief had personally given the order, the Jiang Clan’s personal guards naturally did not have the slightest reason to hesitate. More than ten thousand people rushed towards the soldiers in the barracks. Those soldiers were suppressed by Jiang Nanling’s pressure, and even standing up from the ground was a kind of extravagant hope, let alone resisting.

Therefore, if the Jiang Clan’s personal guards were to kill him now, it would be like cutting a melon and chopping vegetables, killing one person in a single move.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the blade was cold.

Seeing the soldiers of the 1st division being killed one by one in front of her, Wen Yuyao knew that she could no longer remain silent. She took a slight breath and tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart towards Jiang Nanling. She said, “Saint Jiang, although you are a Titled Saint, you are not qualified to kill the regular army of the imperial city, right? If you do this, Xuanyuan Imperial Clan will definitely punish you!”

“Xuanyuan Imperial Clan?” Jiang Nanling chuckled and Yun Fanfeng shook his head. “Do you think I’m afraid of that old Xuanyuan Wushuang? If you call him over, I promise I’ll beat him until he has teeth all over the floor.”

In the entire Xuanyuan Clan, unless Xuanyuan Huangquan personally takes action, even if you call the entire Xuanyuan Clan over, I, Jiang Nanling, will not be afraid.

However, I say that your Wen Clan is embarrassing enough. They have already been conferred the title of Saint Race, but they are still unable to enter the ranks of Saint Race. A junior like you has been wronged, yet you can’t move out of your own family to suppress me, so you can only say something about the Imperial Clan.

Come, come, call your grandfather, Wen Tongtian, and tell him I’ll let him have his hands and feet. “No, I’ll stand there and fight him. Move and I’ll lose.”

“Old bastard!”

Wen Yu Yao cursed silently in her heart, but she did not dare to show any anger on her face.

Jiang Nanling was the number one Saint of the East Continent. In other words, he was an invincible existence below the Emperor Realm of the East Continent.

Among the few people Jiang Nanling had just named, Xuanyuan Wushuang was Emperor Xuanyuan Ji’s father, the current Patriarch of Xuanyuan Imperial Clan. The Patriarch was different from the Patriarch. The Patriarch of Xuanyuan Imperial Clan was Xuanyuan Huangquan, the grandfather of Emperor Xuanyuan.

As the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, he was able to mobilize the direct, collateral, subordinate, and all resources of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan.

However, Xuanyuan Wushuang, as the Patriarch, could only manage the affairs of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan. Simply put, it was as if one was the chairman and the other was the general manager.

The Xuanyuan Clan’s Clan Chief, Xuanyuan Huangquan, was naturally an Emperor Realm expert, but he was the only one in the entire Xuanyuan Clan who was an Emperor Realm expert. The strongest person left was Xuanyuan Wushuang, and he was ranked ninth on the Primordial world Title Saint Rankings. Naturally, he could not be Jiang Nanling’s opponent.

As for Wen Yuyao’s grandfather, Wen Tongtian, needless to say, why had the Wen Clan been conferred the title of Saint by the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, but they were still unable to enter the ranks of Saints?

It was very simple. It was the power and freedom of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan to decide which clan they wanted to rule as a saint.

However, in order to enter the saint ranks, one had to obtain the consent of all the saints in Primordial world. In order for the saints in Primordial world to agree to enter the saint ranks, they had to satisfy two hard conditions.

First, they had to be granted a title by the Imperial Clan, which could be considered official recognition. Second, there had to be a person in the clan who entered the Titled Saint Rankings. This could be considered to be folk recognition.

But what was Wen Tongtian’s cultivation? It was only at the Emperor Realm, so it naturally improved the ranking of the saints.

Now, not only was Jiang Nanling mocking their Wen Clan over this matter, she had even asked Wen Tongtian to fight him. No wonder Wen Yu Yao would silently curse “old bastard” in her heart.

Wen Yuyao’s body trembled even more violently. Half of it was affected by Jiang Nanling’s pressure, and the other half was angered by Jiang Nanling.

She looked at Jiang Nanling and anxiously thought of a solution. Jiang Nanling could ignore the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, but she, Wen Yuyao, could not. A reorganization master was killed because of her alone. If this were to be spread to the higher ups, it would be easy to say that the position of City Lord of Limitless Imperial City that she had just obtained was not guaranteed. The most important thing was that she might have to be imprisoned for another hundred years.

However, just as Wen Yuyao was in a hurry to think of a countermeasure, Nian Baheng suddenly screamed miserably, “Emperor, save me!”

Wen Yu Yao was shocked. Looking around, she discovered that all the soldiers of the 1st division had died.

Fresh blood flowed out of every corpse’s body, gathering together with the potential of flowing into a river of blood.

Really … really killed them all …

Wen Yuyao looked at Jiang Nanling in horror. She swallowed hard and finally remembered the phrase that Primordial world used to say: “The wrath of a king, a hundred steps to the corpse. The wrath of a saint, the onyx of the world!”

This was the Saint realm, an inviolable and dignified Saint realm.

Suddenly, Jiang Nanling looked at Wen Yuyao fiercely. The moment Wen Yuyao came into contact with Jiang Nanling’s gaze, she was unable to breathe. She was like a drowning person, covering her neck with her hands in pain.

Jiang Nanling suddenly withdrew her gaze, and Wen Yuyao spat out blood with a “wow”.

Jiang Nanling: “Daughter of the Wen Clan, I think you are a junior. I will leave you alive today. If there is another time, I, Jiang Nanling, swear by my name ‘Wind Saint’ that I will annihilate your entire Wen Clan.”

Now kneel down and apologize to my grandson and leave. Remember to tell that girl in Xuanyuan Diji what happened today. At the same time, help me forward a sentence to her. If you provoke me again, I will kill her father. “If I dare, you can ask her to ask her father.”

“He dares.” When Wen Yu Yao heard Jiang Nanling’s words, this answer appeared in her heart.

The reason why her Wen Clan could replace the Jiang Clan’s Saint Clan was because of Xuanyuan Diji alone. There was a need for Xuanyuan Wushuang to nod his head in agreement.

If Jiang Feng was the only one who rejected Xuanyuan Diji and humiliated Xuanyuan Diji during the Xuanyuan Clan’s feud with the Jiang Clan, then Xuanyuan Wushuang would definitely not demote a Titled Saint to white.

The reason why Xuanyuan Wushuang supported Xuanyuan Diji dates back to three thousand years ago. At that time, Xuanyuan Wushuang was still young. He fought with Jiang Hanchuan, who was the same year as him, after the festival. As a result, he was unable to beat Jiang Hanchuan at that time.

Afterwards, Xuanyuan Wushuang and the Xuanyuan Clan’s generals ambushed Jiang Hanchuan and seriously injured him. Because of this, Jiang Nanling had once charged into Emperor Xuanyuan’s Mansion alone. Without Xuanyuan Huangquan’s help, Jiang Nanling would probably have killed Xuanyuan Wushuang with one sword strike.

Very few people in the entire Primordial Chaos Realm knew about this matter, but unfortunately, when Jiang Nanling did it, Wen Tongtian happened to be working in the Xuanyuan Clan. Therefore, Wen Tongtian had once told Wen Yuyao about this matter, and the purpose of saying this was to make Wen Yuyao pay attention, so she must not provoke Jiang Nanling.

“Still not kneeling? Don’t you want to leave?” Jiang Nanling frowned slightly and his gaze fell on Wen Yuyao.

Wen Yu Yao was shocked, and subconsciously prepared to kneel down.

At this moment, a force suddenly held onto Wen Yuyao. The source of the force was from Jiang Feng.

Jiang Nanling could clearly feel this power. He turned to look at Jiang Feng and asked Jiang Feng with his eyes.

Jiang Feng said indifferently, “I don’t want you to kneel today. I don’t want others to say that my grandfather bullied the young and suppressed you with the status of a Titled Saint. But remember, one day, I will make everyone in your Wen Clan kneel in front of my Jiang Clan on their own initiative!”