[What?!]
Similarly, the core of Clear and Muddy, Wuming, was shifting its focus, preparing to suppress the entire Shenjing along with the Ghost Capital of the Netherworld. Grand Preceptor Hong was also shaken, turning around in astonishnt: [Where, where have they gone?]
[Where else? They’ve gone to the ’Immortal Heaven’ left by Huai Xu Great Immortal!]
Yin Gujin, at this mont, was frustrated and disappointed: [Xiao Hong, you’ve lived too short a life, and you’re not a real Martial Artist, so you don’t pay enough attention to so ancient legends. Although that place cannot be called by na unless it surpasses Lingxiao, and cannot be rembered, it does truly exist!]
[An Jing and His Majesty are travelers from that place; the Power of Harmonization can surely pull them out!]
At this point, Yin Gujin urgently said: [Previously, when you suppressed An Jing and His Majesty and incidentally suppressed , I had no objections. It was my own fault for not escaping in ti, but now it’s different. Aren’t we supposed to be on the sa side? Quickly, let out!]
[Grand Governor, it’s not that I don’t want to] Grand Preceptor Hong was utterly bewildered as well. His spirit was deeply shaken, and his body, already on the verge of breaking due to the exertion of a Great Divine Power, coughed up blood helplessly: [The power of Clear and Muddy, Wuming is from the full operation of the Xuan Ming Water True Talisman. I can control it, but once retracted, what about the Holy Ancestor?]
[Moreover...]
At this mont, Grand Preceptor Hong looked at the center of his Divine Skill, where a giant hand was completely surrounded by the Netherworld’s black water, which was the thoroughly muddied light particle tide. His expression gradually beca solemn: [Perhaps I... indeed have been too overconfident]
[An Jing and His Majesty could easily leave, the Holy Ancestor might be less proficient in Xuanming Water Control compared to , but how could he not have other cards up his sleeve...]
anwhile.
Within the Endless Heavens.
Bang!
Underneath the silver-blue sun, on a tal platform, two figures had just manifested in the light when one of the figures, without uttering a word, attacked without any hesitation the mont the transmission finished, launching a punch towards the other figure.
This punch did not create enormous Gang Wind, nor did it stir boundless tides of light, yet it wasn’t light and ethereal as if it bore no trace of cigarette smoke.
If one had to find an adjective for it... it would be hard!
No matter what kind of defense, block, protection, or buffer was used, as long as the owner of this punch willed it, he could definitely apply the force he desired on the target, a skill of Returning to the True that was almost like an incarnation of Martial Arts.
And the one being struck resembled a true mortal, not defending himself at all. He received the punch on the face, causing his cheeks to sink, spinning several tis in mid-air like a gyro, and then falling to the ground, rolling around like a skimming stone before eventually stopping slowly on the silver tal platform.
Along the way, a fine line of purple-gold blood was splashed, surprising indeed that the human body could contain so much liquid.
"What, no defense?"
The person who threw the punch followed the line of blood slowly, approaching, and An Jing stopped before the man who was sprawling on the ground, not getting up, then crouched, grabbing the other’s head and lifting it up: "Or does your Nature Master’s judgnt tell you that even a defense is useless?"
"Sort of, I guess."
Being yanked up by the hair, almost humiliatingly pulling up the upper body, the crown on Xuan Mingyu’s head fell, his face was bloodied, but due to his strength, the torn flesh had already healed, and he spat out a few broken teeth, the teeth inside his mouth had already regenerated, showing a helpless smile: "I know you don’t want to kill , at least not now. If that’s the case, then let Lord Seven Fiend Tribulation vent, and let everyone vent as well."
"This way, perhaps you’d be willing to seriously listen to what I have to say."
Lifting his eyebrows, An Jing studied this guy in front of him who offered no resistance.
Even now, Xuan Mingyu’s hands hung naturally at his sides, immovable, not to ntion resisting, and even lifting his head was a result of An Jing yanking his hair. His blood-drenched face showed an exceptionally tranquil expression.
In those Mysterious Pupil Golden Eyes, there was no rage, no defiant struggle, only genuine, unruffled calm.
Xuan Mingyu’s appearance was quite similar to You Ruhui’s; in fact, it seed as if the Xuan Family was made from the sa mold, with only minor differences in detail. Especially with the crown falling and the hair flowing down, An Jing felt like he was grabbing You Ruhui’s hair...
Clicking his tongue, he let go, allowing the other’s head to fall into his own blood, hitting the tal platform, then stood up: "You know, this attitude of yours cannot appease ...you may not even know what exactly I’m angered by."
"But you’re right, now I’m willing to listen to your explanation, but before that, clarify sothing first."
Saying this, An Jing’s eyes lowered, he overlooked Xuan Mingyu, who still hadn’t gotten up, still laying on the ground without any intention of standing up: "What did you an by ’everyone’ you ntioned earlier?"
"It’s all the people watching this scene."
Xuan Mingyu chuckled lightly, his voice sowhat muffled due to being subrged in his own blood: "You’re Seven Fiend Tribulation; all those who suffer in this world, those filled with hatred, wrath, grievances, and sorrow, their spirit eyes are actually with you... Though most are hating specific individuals or an ambiguous Da Chen, I’m the Emperor, and naturally, there are so hating ."
"Those who bear the nation’s disgrace are called Masters of the Nation; those who bear the nation’s ill ons are known as Kings of All Under Heaven. It’s what I should bear, and if those spirit souls could see ..."
As he spoke like this, at this mont, he placed his elbows on both sides, lifting his upper body into a kneeling posture, then raised both hands in a gesture of ’surrender’ and said: "If they saw , the Emperor, being beaten so miserably, trampled, stepped on, surely it would alleviate quite a bit of their resentnt."
"If the resentnt is alleviated, it’s good; it’s just a pity..."
Saying this, Xuan Mingyu glanced regretfully at An Jing’s fist, then lowered his gaze to An Jing’s boot: "I originally thought you’d give a few more punches, hit until my eye sockets burst, my eyeballs fell out, then stomp on until my skull deformingly crushed."
"I was prepared to be beaten half to death, or even really beaten to death. That way, it would certainly ease more anger, and then you could calmly listen to what I have to say... I didn’t expect, you were so restrained, ending it with just one punch. This way, people would still harbor so... unfair ill-feeling towards ."
"...You have quite an astounding ntality."
An Jing was silent for a while. He considered himself experienced with various Martial Arts fanatics and had even seen one Heavenly Mandate from another world, but indeed Huai Xu is the Ancestor Court, this Heavenly Mandate’s level of fanaticism was exceptional.
In his presence, nothing seed unexpected, but Xuan Mingyu, this Little Emperor’s rationality reaching such a peculiar level, especially his complete disregard for his own dignity and the Emperor’s majesty, was indeed a first-ti sight.
Martial Artists might disregard many things, but their own stance and majesty still matter; doing great deeds inherently implies unwillingness to stoop to petty actions, sothing only Martial Artists with no future would resort to.
"Such little smart thought..."
An Jing closed his eyes, breathed out, then opened them again: slowly saying, "Do you think it’d work on ?"
"No, your anger is never-ending."
Still calmly bowing his head, gazing at the silver platform before him, Xuan Mingyu answered without hesitation: "But I also know, even you, seeing so unresisting, utterly unconcerned about being disgraced, submitting without limits, even willingly kneeling in front of you, you wouldn’t be as quick as before to draw the Seven Killings Tribulation Sword to cut down."
An Jing paused for a mont again, then suddenly asked, "Are you a reborn being?"
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