CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 81: THE SAINT KING’S PEAK PRESSURE! UNABLE TO MOVE AN INCH!

"Are you sure you’ve activated the Saint-level pressure?"

Su Nan immediately communicated with Miao Ba, asking in a very serious tone.

Upon hearing this, Miao Ba immediately transmitted the question to the elder on the Sacred Ladder,

"Have you activated the Saint-level pressure or not!"

Hearing the harsh tone, Elder Bai Zui broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

"I did! I guarantee it! It’s absolutely activated!"

Miao Ba: "Then why is he still running so fast!"

Elder Bai Zui nearly burst into tears upon hearing this, "I... I don’t know either!"

Layer upon layer of inquiries, followed by layer upon layer of reports.

The final result was, watching Su Changqing run faster and faster, everyone fell silent.

After a long while, Su Nan, who was at a loss, looked at Su Changqing below and murmured,

"He’s about to reach the later stages of the Sacred Ladder, and everyone else is nearing the Saint-level pressure field."

"We can’t let Chang Qing continue to lead by such a wide margin."

At present, Su Changqing was already leading everyone by a huge margin with absolute speed.

If this continues, Su Changqing will quickly realize this.

And what would the consequences be then?

Realizing he is an unparalleled prodigy? Discovering he’s the first in the sect?

Or perhaps, being worshipped and flattered by other prodigies after joining the sect?

In that case, Su Changqing, who grew up in a mountain village, would quickly fall into that atmosphere.

The rebound in his repressed character would be even more severe than those with naturally arrogant personalities like the eldest and second eldest!

Without any hesitation, Su Nan’s aura slightly stirred, and a vast pressure suddenly descended.

"Damn! The Domain Master personally made a move? How deep is this grudge?"

"Damn! The Sect Leader personally entered the scene? This grudge is not small!"

Miao Ba and Elder Bai Zui, upon sensing the aura descending, were shocked.

...

Above the Sacred Ladder.

Su Changqing continued moving forward rapidly, exerting all his strength.

At this moment, not a single person had caught up with him, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.

Meanwhile, his sea of consciousness was constantly undergoing changes.

The pressure continuously emerging was shattered into pieces by the light emitted from the golden greatsword.

However, as the golden greatsword and the Saint-level pressure collided, it gradually allowed the sea of consciousness to merge with the golden greatsword.

"When my sea of consciousness fully merges with this golden greatsword, can I completely unlock the inheritance?"

As the slow fusion continued, understanding flickered in Su Changqing’s eyes.

Each time the golden greatsword merged with him, he could feel a special sword intent integrating into his sea of consciousness, nurturing his divine sense.

That special sword intent even caused his soul to be tinged with a golden hue.

"It’s a pity the pressure is too weak; if it were stronger, it might fuse faster."

Thinking this, Su Changqing shook his head with amusement,

"I really have unrealistic ideas. How can the pressure on the Sacred Ladder..."

Boom!

Before Su Changqing could finish speaking, an even heavier pressure suddenly fell into his sea of consciousness.

"This..."

Su Changqing was baffled, opening his eyes and looking around in confusion.

Does the Sacred Ladder have a mind of its own? Knowing what he wants?

"No matter, it’s a good thing after all."

Su Changqing’s face lit up with joy, and he closed his eyes again, immersing his mind to merge with the golden sword in his sea of consciousness.

The pressure this time was strong, but only slightly stronger than before, not affecting his pace.

Thus, he continued to absorb while moving forward rapidly.

Such a scene caused everyone above the firmament to gasp.

"He’s actually smiling? Is this a provocation to the Domain Master (Sect Leader)?"

Miao Ba and Elder Bai Zui both widened their eyes slightly.

Meanwhile, above, Su Nan, who had been worried about harming Su Changqing and had only slightly intensified the pressure, finally felt relieved seeing this.

"I really want to see how much you can withstand."

An intrigued expression appeared on Su Nan’s face, and his aura gradually increased.

Miao Ba and Elder Bai Zui, upon seeing this, also secretly paid attention.

Su Nan’s aura pressure kept rising, swiftly advancing from the initial stage of a Saint to the middle stage.

At this point, Su Changqing’s speed was only slightly affected.

The pressure rose again, reaching the peak of the Saint-level, slowing Su Changqing’s speed, but he could still use divine techniques.

Slowly, the pressure broke through the Saint-level, reaching the level of a Saint King, and it continued to rise!

Until finally, the pressure reached the Sage King peak, and Su Changqing slowly halted his steps, moving with difficulty.

Meanwhile, Su Nan and the others, from initial surprise, shock, and terror, were now silent.

"Can a mortal... withstand the pressure of the Sage King peak?"

Su Nan stiffly turned his head and asked Wu Jiuling beside him.

"Uh..."

Wu Jiuling shook his head blankly, glanced at Su Changqing below, and muttered:

"He... can, right?"

...

"This pressure... it can still keep rising!"

"The rules didn’t mention this."

Su Changqing gritted his teeth, bearing the overwhelming pressure, and stepped slowly forward.

He hadn’t expected the pressure to rise so quickly; even with the help of the golden sword, he couldn’t withstand it.

"Ah, looks like there’s no chance of passing by speed, I’ll have to move slowly."

Su Changqing sighed, but then he revitalized his spirit and said with full fighting spirit:

"But it’s fine, I can use the Saint-level pressure to quickly fuse with the golden sword’s inheritance."

Su Changqing’s nature was already resilient, and he had prepared for the worst before coming here.

Though he faced setbacks now, it was within his expectations, and he wasn’t too downcast.

Moreover, under this massive pressure, he could accelerate the inheritance fusion, which was an unexpected delight.

With this in mind, Su Changqing wasn’t in a hurry to move forward anymore; since reaching the end meant passing, he decided to take it slow.

At this moment, he was fully immersed in his sea of consciousness, fusing with the constantly dissipating golden light, and his sea of consciousness began to evolve.

...

Su Changqing moved slowly forward and soon reached the section of Heaven Ascension Road meant to release Saint-level pressure.

Meanwhile, the talents he had outpaced quickly caught up.

"Isn’t this the formidable person from earlier? Why is he so slow now?"

The few talents who had just arrived looked at Su Changqing, who seemed to be carrying a mountain on his back, moving forward with great difficulty, and their expressions became serious.

"Is this Saint-level pressure really that strong? Even he can’t handle it?"

Not too long ago, they had all witnessed Su Changqing’s terrifying speed.

Yet such a powerful talent was struggling under the Saint-level pressure?

How strong must this Saint-level pressure be?

With a degree of solemnity, a few talents cautiously stepped onto the Saint-level pressure section.

The pressure descended like a mountain, and all the talents felt their bodies sink and their spines bend slightly.

"It’s strong enough, but shouldn’t make him this slow, right?"

One talent glanced at Su Changqing in confusion.

Another person pondered, "Maybe he’s just fast, but his pressure endurance is average?"

As soon as this was said, everyone suddenly understood, and the regard in their eyes for Su Changqing diminished somewhat.

"Turns out he just happened to cultivate a strong step technique."

One talent muttered under his breath, although feeling very heavy, he quickly surpassed Su Changqing.

"Exposed his true colors~"

Another person laughed mockingly and also quickly surpassed Su Changqing, heading forward.

Seeing this, the others didn’t linger either, gradually moving away with joking remarks.

Not long after, Fang Yi and Zhou Yu also came from behind, and upon seeing Su Changqing ahead, they were startled.

But in an instant, they, like those before, came to the same analysis and looked relieved.

"Damn kid, just got lucky to acquire a Secret Skill."

Fang Yi looked at Su Changqing with a cold smile,

"I thought I encountered some remarkable talent, but it’s just this."

Beside him, Zhou Yu showed a face of doubt.

"Is he shutting off from the world to avoid embarrassment, or pretending to be a master?"

Fang Yi, with a mocking smile, said, "I just have to expose you, see if you’re still so sharp-tongued."

Speaking, Fang Yi stepped towards Su Changqing, intending to wake him to vent his previous grievances.

Beside him, Zhou Yu just shook his head and smiled without stopping him.

However.

As Fang Yi, under the Saint-level pressure, quickly caught up to Su Changqing and just touched his shoulder...

Boom!

A terrifying pressure surged from Su Changqing’s body!

The pressure was so mighty, like a heavenly force, carrying a crushingly violent aura, it crashed onto Fang Yi.

"Puh!"

With virtually no resistance possible, Fang Yi immediately showed immense terror, coughed up blood, and was sent flying.

Beside him, Zhou Yu stood stunned in place.