Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 442 - 332: The Coercion of the Respected Daoist2

They seed to comprehend that the decline of the Sword Realm was not due to resisting external enemies, but ca from these Supres of Chaos!

At this mont, the hearts of countless people within the Sword Realm were filled with sorrow.

They wanted to speak up for Wenfeng, but their power was far too insignificant!

In the face of Supres, even Wenfeng, at the pinnacle of the Saint Emperor, was at grave risk; let alone them.

It wasn’t that they feared death, but Wenfeng had ordered them not to act recklessly.

"Betrayal is betrayal, where do so many excuses co from?" the voice of the Supre of the Dao Realm grew ever colder, "I will ask one more ti, where is the Liquor Sword Immortal? Just tell the whereabouts of the Liquor Sword Immortal, and I can consider sparing you, and even the Sword Realm!"

In the matter of the Liquor Sword Immortal, he seed unable to make any concessions.

"The Liquor Sword Immortal is already dead, killed by your coercion!" Wenfeng suddenly lifted his head.

"Buzz!"

The heavy sword in his hand began to vibrate intensely, a profound sense of heaviness emanating from the blade.

In that mont, he broke free from the bindings of the Supre of the Dao Realm.

"Liquor Sword Immortal, who once injured a Supre with a single strike, today I shall also try to defy a Supre!" A fierce glint swept through the eyes of Lord Wenfeng.

After speaking, his montum had already risen to its peak.

At this mont, the Sword Realm was shaking, the Myriad Realms were also trembling, and even the boundless currents of chaos roared incessantly.

This strike was no less powerful than the might unleashed by the Haoran Holy Emperor!

"Madness! Wenfeng has gone mad, daring to make a move against a Supre!"

"I don’t think it’s madness, it’s a final struggle!"

Seeing Wenfeng take action, everyone was shocked beyond asure.

How could he dare!

The majesty of a Supre should not be violated, that is an ironclad rule.

Throughout the history of chaos, only the Liquor Sword Immortal had ever managed to survive after injuring an Origin Supre with a single strike.

Afterwards, the Liquor Sword Immortal even earned the Origin Supre’s appreciation, and the two shared a very good relationship.

But that was an exception.

The Origin Supre and the Supre of the Dao Realm are not the sa.

No one can survive after making a move on the Supre of the Dao Realm!

At this mont, before Wenfeng’s all-out strike, the eyes of the Supre of the Dao Realm were filled with indifference.

"Presumptuous!" He let out a cold snort and then raised a finger.

Whoosh!

The heavy sword in Wenfeng’s hand stalled in mid-air, and the surging montum about him was completely suppressed.

A Saint Emperor and a Supre are only separated by one realm, yet it’s as if there’s boundless chaos in between.

Regardless of how strong a Saint Emperor is, they cannot shake a Supre in the slightest!

"Puh!" Wenfeng spouted a mouthful of blood, clearly having suffered a severe injury to his Primordial Source.

"Lord Wenfeng!" The beings of the Sword Realm cried out in anguish, powerless to help.

"Wenfeng, I will give you one more chance, tell the whereabouts of the Liquor Sword Immortal!" The Supre of the Dao Realm spoke loftily, high above.

The oppressive aura emanating from him was enough to leave one breathless.

In that mont, even under the crushing pressure of the Supre of the Dao Realm, Wenfeng’s body shook violently.

But no matter the weight of the Supre of the Dao Realm’s imposing pressure, he never knelt to the ground.

"The Liquor Sword Immortal... is already dead..." Wenfeng struggled to speak, his mouth and nose continuing to bleed.

"Lord Wenfeng!" Seeing this, countless Sword Cultivators of the Sword Realm were filled with grief and anger.

The Sword Realm hadn’t done anything wrong, so why must it endure so much?

"Stubborn fool!" The Supre of the Dao Realm snorted coldly, and the oppressive pressure intensified.

Wenfeng’s figure wavered, seemingly unable to withstand it any longer, as if he would kneel on the ground.

But at that mont, with a fierce expression, Wenfeng clenched his teeth and said, "How can a person of the Sword Realm kneel to such despicable scum like you?"

Then, he swung his hand.

"Swish!"

He severed his legs below the knees, ensuring that no one could force him to kneel!

This scene was harrowing to all who witnessed it!

The na Wenfeng seed permanently etched in the minds of all the formidable beings at that mont.

Being ruthless to others is nothing special.

Being ruthless to oneself, that is true ruthlessness!

The so-called backbone is fully exemplified in Wenfeng.

The Supre of the Dao Realm’s expression darkened, "Wufeng, since you would show up at such a critical ti for the Sword Realm, it shows you care about the Sword Realm."

"If you refuse to divulge the whereabouts of Liquor Sword, I... will obliterate the Sword Realm!"

"Or, I will subject all the Sword Cultivators of the Sword Realm to endless suffering!"

Those words grabbed Wufeng’s Achilles heel. He looked up sharply.

"Respected Daoist! As the Supre of the Heavens, you too understand the contributions our Sword Realm has made to the cosmos," Wufeng was hysterical, "Have the countless sword cultivators of my Sword Realm died in vain? You cannot erase the rits of the Sword Realm!"

The Supre of the Dao Realm seed quite pleased with Wufeng’s reaction, and chuckled, "The rits of the Sword Realm are without question, but your rebellion is the Sword Realm’s stain."

In the past, the Supre of the Dao Realm had always appeared in the Myriad Realms with the detached bearing of one who stands above all.

But now, his bearing was especially cold and ruthless.

The impression he gave was as if this was indeed the true face of the Supre of the Dao Realm, making the awe people felt for him soar to the extre.

This was also the intention of the Supre of the Dao Realm.

With the Epochal Cataclysm approaching, he aid not only to find out the whereabouts of Liquor Sword but also to intimidate All Heavens and reclaim the ultimate authority that rightfully belonged to them.

Wufeng was an excellent figure to establish his authority!

"Respected Daoist!" Wufeng’s eyes were full of hatred, but he was powerless in the face of absolute strength, and finally, through clenched teeth, he said, "I do not know where Liquor Sword is, but..."

The deanor of the Supre of the Dao Realm relaxed a bit.

Because these words had already told him that Liquor Sword was indeed not dead!

"This Wufeng seems to have integrity, but isn’t he eventually going to spill it all? Dared to desert the cosmos? He deserves it!"

"Right, all that talk about great contributions by the Sword Realm, I see it’s nothing more than self-praise. With the Supres having the cosmos at heart, how could they possibly engage in such deeds?"

Among the chaos, many strong beings from various worlds held similar views.

Firstly, the vast majority of them had not experienced the last Epoch and were unaware of the Sword Realm’s contributions.

Secondly, what good could co to the Sword Realm from being enemies with the Supres?

So now, no one dared to speak for the Sword Realm.

And those ancient worlds that had received the Sword Realm’s grace chose silence, not daring to provoke the Supre.

As the Supre of the Dao Realm awaited what was to co, Wufeng suddenly burst into manic laughter, "The whereabouts of Liquor Sword, now only one person knows, hahaha! You go find him!"

The Supre of the Dao Realm’s expression changed drastically, for Wufeng was about to self-detonate!

At that mont, Wufeng’s body radiated energy so horrendous it was as if he had transford into a massive, dazzling orb, continuously bursting with astonishing light and heat.

The self-detonation of a Saint Emperor could be comparable to a half strike from a Supre.

A being like Wufeng’s self-detonation was enough to match a full strike from a Supre!

Moreover, Wufeng’s self-detonation was swift and fierce.

Most importantly, the Supre of the Dao Realm realized that he could not suppress Wufeng’s self-detonation.

"Run!"

The strong beings from all over the cosmos, especially those close to the Sword Realm, when they sensed Wufeng’s frenzy, hurriedly fled towards directions far from the Sword Realm.

The impact of Wufeng’s self-detonation was not sothing that could be compared to the ordinary havoc wreaked by a Saint Emperor.

This one strike might cause vast repercussions throughout the entire cosmos.

Countless worlds might be annihilated in this act of self-detonation.

"Supre, you have greatly disappointed the Sword Realm! The cosmos has disappointed the Sword Realm too! Our sword cultivators’ protection seems like nothing but a joke!"

Under the imnse energy, Wufeng let out a mournful laugh, with tears of disillusionnt streaming down the corners of his eyes.

As the Lord of the Sword Realm, everyone in the cosmos knew of the Sword Realm’s past glory, but many were oblivious to what the Sword Realm had endured.

In the heyday of the Sword Realm, countless sword cultivators obliterated incoming foes and protected the cosmos, even being dubbed as Protectors of the Myriad Realms at one point.

Yet because the Sword Realm possessed a certain power that threatened the Supres’ status, it faced endless sches and destruction.

When the Sword Realm was neglected, no one lent a helping hand.

Even the worlds that had benefited from the Sword Realm’s kindness maintained their silence.

He felt all that the Sword Realm did was laughable!

"Let all sword cultivators rember, from now on, the sword in your hands shall only protect those around you; whatever ’great cause’ has nothing to do with us. Rember, weakness is the original sin!"

Wufeng’s voice was solemn but spread throughout the entire cosmos, though these words were directed at the sword cultivators.

There’s nothing sadder than a heart that has given up hope!

"We heed the decree of Lord Wufeng!" The Nine Heavens Saint King and other sword cultivators, with tears in their eyes, bowed in unison.

"Farewell... Lord Wufeng!"

In fact, they knew that with Lord Wufeng’s power, protecting himself would have been more than sufficient.

Yet, at the most critical juncture for the Sword Realm, he still appeared.

Wufeng whispered with a low, bitter laugh, "I hate that I lack the strength to bury all evil, I hate that I cannot avenge the Sword Realm with my own hands, Liquor Sword, I leave it to you!"

Afterward, from the center of his body, a scorching light erupted, sweeping across the entire cosmos.