As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changming seed to sense sothing, and his expression changed.
"What exactly is going to happen today?"
In his perception, powerful auras suddenly awakened throughout Core City.
In the next mont, nurous figures descended from the sky, surrounded by Gang Qi like fire and lightning, causing strange phenona in the heavens and earth, overlooking the vast Zhao Mansion as if they were divine beings.
"This, this, this..." Guan Yuntai standing beside him was also dumbstruck.
"These are the powerful clan mbers of the Wang and ng Families! They’ve actually all co!"
"This formation..." Feng Xingzhuo muttered to himself, sowhat shocked, not expecting today’s events to escalate into such a grand spectacle.
"Zhao Family, do you intend to bear the charge of treason!" A thunderous voice resounded, shaking everyone’s eardrums.
The person was none other than the Grand Marshal of the Fifth Army, a powerhouse at the top of the military pyramid, ng Kunlun!
Seeing so many Innate Perfection powerful individuals, Song Changming further realized that even among those who had reached Qi Refining Perfection, there could be vast differences in strength, like several gulfs apart.
Especially in this situation where powerhouses from three sides gathered, it was clear to Song Changming who among the Innate Perfection martial artists was stronger.
Among them, ng Kunlun and the Zhao Family’s clan elder, Zhao Butong, appeared exceptionally powerful.
The strength of their auras stood out among the Innate Perfection martial artists, like cranes among chickens!
Moreover, the Wang Family also had a powerhouse comparable to these two, suppressing the entire scene.
"Enough talking, ng Family boy, we all know what the ga is, the Zhao Family will rember today’s events! We’ll definitely settle the score another day!" Zhao Butong shouted angrily at ng Kunlun above.
The atmosphere among the three parties began to tense up.
"They won’t really fight in Core City, will they..." Guan Yuntai thought this was too mad and unbelievable.
Seeing this imminent confrontation, his heart was pounding.
If a fight does break out, a single misstep from above could obliterate not just the crucial Core City, but the entire Cui Bai Main City would be leveled by these Innate Perfection martial artists.
This is without question!
The consequences would be enormous, potentially leading to countless deaths!
Logic tells him that these three top noble families wouldn’t be so reckless as to cause irreversible consequences.
Yet the current situation kept his heart racing, Qi Blood boiling.
As if a fight could start in the next instant!
Song Changming was also sowhat skeptical; if a battle really starts, Wang, ng, and Zhao would all pay a heavy price, like killing a thousand enemies but losing eight hundred of their own.
Destroying Core City, or even the entire Cui Bai Main City, the imperial Governnt won’t let them off.
Just as it seed the situation was about to explode, suddenly a massive pressure descended, pressing down on everyone.
Nurous elite soldiers, including clan mbers of the noble families, were immobilized by this pressure, unable to move, breathe, or even blink.
The air seed to freeze, as if ti stopped at that mont.
Song Changming felt his heart leap, deeply rembering this feeling.
Back then, when Master Baitian appeared to find him, it felt just like this!
"There’s no Demon Qi; a Grandmaster-level powerhouse has arrived!"
"Could it possibly be Prince Cui who was alard?"
A thought flashed in Song Changming’s mind, his first reaction being that Prince Cui had co!
But the one who appeared was not Prince Cui, but a silver-haired old man in simple white garnts.
The pressure the old man slightly released was enough to overawe the entire field, including those Innate Perfection warriors.
Most crucially, this old man walked out from the Zhao Mansion.
He walked out lightly and slowly.
The old man was slightly short-statured, gaunt-looking, his life force weak, like a candle in the wind, potentially burning out at any mont.
Yet this very old man, no one present could overlook his arrival.
"Unfortunately, he’s still alive..." As the old man appeared, Wang Tianshuang’s tightly clenched fists suddenly relaxed, turning to glance at a short distance away, just catching ng Yuan’s eye.
Exchanging glances, they understood each other’s thoughts.
"Greetings, Ancestor!" Zhao Boqi quickly reacted, respectfully saluting the old man.
Even as the patriarch of the Zhao Family, faced with the presence of this old man, he was full of astonishnt, even slightly panicked.
This panic hadn’t appeared earlier even when faced with Wang Tianshuang producing the arrest warrant.
It seed as if the old man’s appearance was more unexpected and surprising than the encirclent by the Wang and ng Families.
Other Zhao Family mbers were either puzzled or equally shocked as Zhao Boqi.
Seeing the patriarch salute, they quickly realized, and also bowed to the old man, including those high-status Zhao clan elders.
Clearly, the old man, called "Ancestor" by the Zhao Family, held an extraordinary status.
The short old man, with hands behind him, walked through the gate, past the Zhao Family, facing the Wang and ng Families and elite soldiers with a calm deanor.
"All of you, have overstepped."
With these simple four words, the air that had been frozen abruptly began to flow again.
But everyone’s chest felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hamr; instantly their spirits sagged, faces whitened, leaving no strength to fight further.
Even the likes of Xing Tiexin and Yang Zhen grunted and staggered back.
Only Song Changming among the commanders remained composed, standing firm with steady breath.
His physical strength ensured he wouldn’t easily be brought down.
"Zhao Family Ancestor..." Song Changming took a deep breath, feeling a heavy burden added to his heart.
Indeed, the rumors were true.
Sure enough, there exist powerful entities beyond the Innate Realm in these top noble families.
Martial Arts Grandmaster!
With reach of the Peak of Perfection, standing at the pinnacle of Martial Tao, overlooking all beings, such is a Grandmaster!
Prince Cui’s strength is beyond doubt, truly a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
And so is this Zhao Family old man before him!
Today, the rumors are confird.
In this Main City, there’s definitely more than just Prince Cui as a Grandmaster!
On reflection, it seems reasonable.
If these noble families didn’t have Grandmaster powerhouses to rely on, how could they contest for speech rights and substantial official status from Prince Cui?
If they lacked Grandmaster powerhouses, it’s likely these top noble families would have long been driven out of Core City by Prince Cui; they have no justification to be his equals in sharing territory.
"Greetings, Senior. We are rely adhering to public duty, sorry for disrupting your peace, and hope for your understanding." Wang Tianshuang cupped his hands politely.
Faced with a Grandmaster, he lost his previous assertiveness, softening his tone.
"Please forgive us, Senior." ng Yuan adopted a similar attitude.
The rest of the elite powerhouses from the Wang and ng Families withdrew their Gang Qi and concealed their auras, no longer as domineering over the Zhao Mansion.
The Zhao Family Ancestor slightly squinted his eyes, glanced at Wang Tianshuang and ng Yuan, then suddenly spoke.
"As long as I am here for one more day, the Zhao Family shall not be humiliated. You two orchestrated today’s scenario, but I can’t ignore it."
With his words, he waved his hand, releasing two bursts of Powerful Qi.
The Qi shot swiftly, allowing no chance to respond, instantly piercing through Wang Tianshuang and ng Yuan.
Even though they had Qi Refining Perfection skills, at this mont, they were penetrated by the Qi, blood oozing from their mouths, their strength severely diminished.
Wang Tianshuang had anger in his eyes but didn’t choose to confront head-on.
"Enough of this, get out of here; I will report to Prince Cui," the Zhao Family Ancestor said plainly.
Despite not displaying overwhelming Gang Qi, his aura and intimidation gradually retracted but still felt like a towering mountain pressing down on everyone.
"Let’s go." Wang Tianshuang decisively led his entourage and clan mbers to retreat.
Similarly, ng Yuan had the sa response; monts ago arrogant, now holding arrest papers, without any intent to detain Zhao Family mbers.
As everyone dispersed, a gigantic clash among top noble families, capable of demolishing the city, ultimately did not occur.
ng Kunlun, wearing grand marshal armor, showed no clear emotions from the air, keeping his gaze briefly upon the Zhao Family Ancestor before transforming into a streak of light and leaving.
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