Chapter 840: Chapter 585: Southern Hong Arrives, You Must Follow the Rules_3 Chapter 840: Chapter 585: Southern Hong Arrives, You Must Follow the Rules_3 “Young friend, the old ancestor has journeyed far to visit. Are you truly not going to offer even a bite to eat?”
He lifted his eyes to that indifferent figure in the sky, ticulously bowed, and once again revealed those rotten teeth, “Is this in accordance with etiquette?”
Cold Mountain Ancestor truly did not wish to beco the Vanguard General of the Dragon Palace, drawing the majority of the South Hong Seven Sons’ hatred.
After all, no one wanted to suffer the last desperate bite from a dying beast, a potentially fatal matter.
But this did not an that after being driven over by the Western Dragon Palace and unable to return, he was willing to stay put in South Hong, doing nothing, until a turn of events occurred with the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, then slink back to the already destroyed Mount Han.
To suppress him to such a stifled degree would take at least Ye Jiu personally intervening; even Qi Yansheng would not suffice.
It certainly wouldn’t be sothing a young Earth Realm Cultivator could achieve by stubbornly maintaining a facade with mysterious Dharma.
“The old ancestor is discussing etiquette with you.”
Cold Mountain Ancestor slowly tightened his clasped hands, letting out a hoarse chuckle, “Do you wish to discuss it, young friend?”
Within just a few words, a chilling intent erged in his laughter.
Clearly, Cold Mountain Ancestor had made a decision, and whether a life-and-death struggle would unfold depended on how the young Sect Master responded.
…
Upon hearing this, Shen Yi quietly looked down at the hunched figure below
Under the gazes of Yin Qizhang and Deng Xiangjun.
Amidst the reflection of the severe profound armor, a brief, fierce sneer appeared on Shen Yi’s fair face.
The mont he’d raised his chopsticks, a plump fish in the dish began discussing etiquette, with its mouth wide open.
What an absurdity.
The next mont, Shen Yi casually lifted his hand, and with a light flick of those slender fingers,
The entire Sky Curtain instantly stirred.
Everyone else felt as if the world was changing colors but felt no actual substance, except for Cold Mountain Ancestor. His rotten teeth suddenly clenched together, his clasped hands went from trembling to shaking violently.
His bare and filthy feet suddenly sank, and amid a deafening roar, the entire glacier cracked open violently, collapsing layer by layer in an instant, completely shattering into floating ice.
And on the largest piece of floating ice, Cold Mountain Ancestor’s knees bent, creaking loudly.
He almost ground his teeth to dust, and with his neck veins bulging like a Jiao Dragon, he raised his head, his eyes wide, staring intensely at the figure in profound armor above.
Bang—
However, beneath that ferocious and grim expression, his body sunk inch by inch. With a seemingly insignificant thud, he finally knelt down completely on the floating ice.
Cold Mountain Ancestor released his clasped hands, staring blankly at his knees.
He had not expected that an Earth Realm Cultivator could, with a re gesture, display a spell comparable to the most supre Divine Skills.
This Immortal Law reached perfection!
“Cough cough—”
Deng Xiangjun, stunned by the scene before her, suddenly felt choked.
The previously arrogant Great Demon before her had, after one encounter, kneeled to Sect Master Shen—it was indeed quite polite of him.
Of course, quips aside,
With Deng Xiangjun’s keen insight, she could clearly see that in the initial clash, Sect Master Shen applied an extrely mysterious technique, while Cold Mountain Old Demon had rely suffered an unforeseen loss and was far from showing his real strength.
But Shen Yi had indeed managed to perfect that Immortal Law in such a short ti; such comprehension was completely unreasonable and did indeed inspire awe.
Moreover, based solely on the situation of this first clash,
Deng Xiangjun’s heart settled back into her stomach. It was hard to say who would win since Cold Mountain Ancestor had not yet revealed his true demon form and, having gone through tribulation, undoubtedly had so trump cards yet to play; but at least Sect Master Shen was safe, and most likely could protect the countless lives behind him.
This was simply outrageous… Even Ji could not necessarily achieve this, and Sect Master Shen had done it!
Yin Qizhang was just a Baiyu Capital Cultivator, lacking Deng Xiangjun’s insight.
He only knew that the slightly frail figure before him seed like an insurmountable mountain, an impregnable chasm, regardless of the challenges faced.
And in this life, their greatest fortune was to be able to dwell behind this mountain, watching the storms rage and yet remaining unscathed.
…
Shen Yi looked down upon Cold Mountain Ancestor without withdrawing his hand, but instead he clenched his fist, as if a length of verdant golden light spanned land and water. Then rapidly, it coalesced into a straight Golden Rune Mystic Knife in his palm.
The brief encounter before had given him a superficial understanding of the Great Demon’s power.
Here, etiquette is not discussed, only rules.
And at this mont, his rule, Shen Yi’s rule, was the rule of South Hong.
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