I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 399: Nine Abyss Demon Saint

Chapter 399: Nine Abyss Demon Saint

“Hmph!”

A cold snort rang out from within Xu Aotian’s body, a sound that did not belong to him.

The next instant, a massive hand burst forth from his chest, blocking the descending sword qi.

Everyone present froze in shock.

Even Zhao Wuji, usually precise in all calculations, was stunned. He had known Xu Aotian had inherited sothing extraordinary, but never had he imagined such terrifying power. A soul capable of blocking a Great Sage’s strike so easily could only an one thing—a Saint Soul.

“Xu Aotian has a Saint Soul residing inside his body? What is going on here?”

“Could it be that he is destined to beco the Northern Abyss Sacred Dynasty’s next Saint?”

While the crowd buzzed, the three won seated on the ceremonial platform gazed at Xu Aotian with growing worship.

No wonder they had chosen him. To think he had a Saint as his guardian. Already they imagined themselves as Saint consorts in the future.

How many won Xu Aotian had was irrelevant to them. For a peerless powerhouse like him, what was wrong with having many? As long as Xu Aotian remained strong, their families would bask in his glory—perhaps even rise to the rank of a half-Saint force.

The Shi patriarch instinctively glanced at Chu Feng, eager to see his reaction.

To his astonishnt, Chu Feng was smiling, his eyes alight with excitent, as though this was precisely the mont he had been waiting for.

The Shi patriarch nearly cried out, “Daoist friend, wake up—you’re only a Great Sage, not yet a Saint!”

High above, Xu Aotian glared at Shi Xuan with a grim face. “Shi Xuan, to force this far only proves your strength. But this is my era. You are nothing more than my stepping stone!”

Shi Xuan laughed. “Is that so? I don’t believe it. Call forth your Saint Ancestor. Let us all have a look.”

“Impudence!”

A furious roar resounded from within Xu Aotian, followed by a crushing pressure that swept toward Shi Xuan.

Just as the oppressive might descended, the silence was broken by the sound of a stone striking a board.

Tap.

At that sound, a streak of sword qi plumted from the heavens, aid at Xu Aotian’s head.

“Hmph!”

The old voice roared again. A giant hand thrust out from Xu Aotian’s skull, blocking the strike.

“Which shaless junior dares sneak attack this Saint? Show yourself!”

As the words fell, a Saint Soul slowly drifted free from Xu Aotian’s body.

The process was agonizingly slow, Xu Aotian’s expression turning ashen, his face drained of blood. Forcing the Saint Soul forth clearly took a trendous toll on him.

When the soul finally erged, the entire arena fell into dead silence.

Kings and Great Sages alike trembled uncontrollably. Lesser cultivators collapsed to their knees, unable to look upon it. Content originally cos from novel⸺fire

Before long, the full form of the Saint Soul ca into view: an elderly man, frail and fragile as though a breeze could topple him.

Yet everyone knew—this was no broken fragnt, but a true and complete Saint Soul.

Though his body was long gone, he was still far beyond the reach of ordinary Great Sages.

The old man’s gaze swept across Moonwatch Palace, and wherever his eyes passed, cultivators dropped to their knees in submission.

“Heh.”

A soft, mocking laugh broke the tense atmosphere.

The sound made every cultivator flinch.

Who would dare provoke a Saint Soul at such a mont?

“Hm?”

The old man turned toward the voice, his brows furrowing. A young man sat there, idly fanning himself and sipping tea, as though the Saint were nothing.

The old man narrowed his eyes. It wasn’t his deanor that unsettled him, but his youth—too youthful, with an aura of abundant lifespan. This was no ancient monster in disguise.

“Young one, was it you who mocked this Saint?”

The crowd followed his gaze. When they saw the young man—handso as a banished immortal—rise slowly with fan in hand, all were struck dumb.

Soon after, soone exclaid, “That’s the Qiankun Great Sage, the world’s number one Great Sage!”

“How could he be here? Could it be that Shi Xuan is his disciple?”

“That’s the only explanation. Otherwise, with the Shi family’s background, how could they possibly summon a Saint?”

Chu Feng smiled faintly. “Senior, you bully the young. As his master, I cannot stand by and watch my disciple be punished. Even if he has made countless mistakes, it is for , Chu Feng, to discipline him!”

The instant his words fell, his aura erupted, terrible pressure sweeping across all of Moonwatch Palace.

It surged further, covering the entire Northern Wasteland imperial city. All living beings within its reach trembled in terror.

The old man frowned at the oppression from Chu Feng’s aura. He was confident he could suppress this youth, but the price would be steep—perhaps even harming his soul body.

After finally awakening from his seal, he was unwilling to risk falling into slumber again.

Yet as a Saint, he would never show weakness before a Great Sage. He said coldly, “Junior, do you wish to fight ?”

“Correct.”

Chu Feng’s tone remained calm, yet in the ears of all present it bood like thunder, leaving them reeling.

The Shi patriarch murmured, “Chu Daoist, perhaps we should reconcile with them instead?”

Chu Feng glanced back at him with a smile. “Daoist friend, just sit back and enjoy the show. Da Qian, give the Shi patriarch a spirit lon to keep him from talking too much.”

“Got it.”

Cao Youqian pulled out an unfinished spirit lon, split it, and handed half to the Shi patriarch.

“Senior, you just eat your lon. Don’t worry about the rest. This won’t end today. Our Miaomiao Mountain has only ever bullied others—when has it ever been anyone else’s turn to bully us?”

Arrogant. That was the only word to describe this young man.

But when the crowd looked at his tall figure and dismissive expression, they instantly guessed his na—Cao Youqian!

One of Wendao Academy’s twin Holy Sons. If Chu Feng and Cao Youqian were here, then surely the other Holy Son must have arrived as well.

In the sky, the old man saw the situation and knew today could not end peacefully. He said grimly, “Very well. This Saint Jiuyuan has slept a million years, and now I awaken to find the young ever more insolent. Today, I shall test your skill.”

At that mont, a cry ca from within the Northern Abyss royal clan.

“Jiuyuan Demon Saint! Wasn’t he sealed in the Abyss of Heaven? How is he here?”

The elder cultivators who heard the na turned pale.

“What? He is none other than the Jiuyuan Demon Saint, the ancient enemy of the Northern Abyss Sacred Dynasty! How could Xu Aotian, that illegitimate son of the royal clan, release this old fiend?”

Xu Aotian’s face twisted, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Shi Xuan. He knew well who the Jiuyuan Ancestor was. To obtain the supre inheritance, he had once deceived the old monster, promising to gather treasures to restore his body—but he had never intended to fulfill it.

Now that Jiuyuan’s identity was exposed, he could no longer remain in the Northern Abyss Sacred Dynasty. They had always hunted the disciples of Jiuyuan’s line.

“Wait.”

Chu Feng stepped forward and in the blink of an eye appeared at Shi Xuan’s side.

Jiuyuan Demon Saint thought Chu Feng was afraid and sneered, “Too late to beg for rcy now.”

“No, no, don’t misunderstand.”

Chu Feng paused, smiling faintly. “I an, why don’t you call out all the other ancestors hiding behind these fellows? Otherwise people might say the Qiankun Great Sage made his na by bullying a single old man.”

These words enraged Jiuyuan Demon Saint. He roared, “Arrogant brat, you seek death! Nether Abyss Palm!!!”

As his palm struck, a colossal phantom hand appeared.

Unlike the spectral hand conjured by Qiu Qianhen’s corpse qi earlier, this one darkened heaven and earth itself.

All cultivators who beheld it felt only despair, stripped of even the will to resist.

So this was the true might of a Saint.

Yet Chu Feng laughed with excitent. “A Saint Soul is nothing much after all.”

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