CHAPTER 542: CHAPTER 526: XU CHU KILLS THE ENEMY_1

"Please, everyone rise!"

After Qin Wudao stood up, he cast his majestic gaze over the gathered clansfolk. Noting their solid cultivation levels, he nodded in satisfaction and gestured for them to rise.

Immediately thereafter, he led them into the Imperial Ancestral Temple!

What came into view were three sacred platforms. The central platform held the spiritual tablets of the past kings of Qin Country, the left platform held the spiritual tablets of Qin Family members who had made significant contributions to the country, and the right platform held the spiritual tablets of meritorious officials.

Altogether, there were as many as ten thousand spiritual tablets!

These people were all the founders and protectors of Qin Country!

It was their existence that allowed Qin Country to endure on this crisis-ridden continent, safeguarding countless lives up to the present day.

And they, these great individuals, some died on the battlefield, their corpses wrapped in horsehide, while others toiled to their deaths, coughing up blood over their desks.

"Honorable ancestors, your descendants have come to pay respects!"

Qin Wudao knelt on a prayer mat, performing the grand ceremony of three kneelings and nine prostrations with utmost seriousness and solemnity, without a hint of perfunctoriness.

He held profound admiration for these ancestors.

He appeared to have achieved great success, transforming an ordinary country into the renowned Saint’s Court of the continent, controlling the entire East Border, and even nearing entry into the Middle Region. However, he was acutely aware that his accomplishments were largely due to the System and the summoned Huaxia heroes.

Without the System and the assistance of these summoned figures, he could not have progressed so smoothly to his current position.

"Honorable ancestors, your descendant has brought honor to our line! Our old Qin Family has produced a dragon! May your spirits in heaven ensure the peace and prosperity of the Saint’s Court of Qin..."

Qin Ying, however, was quite emotional, kneeling on his prayer mat and speaking incessantly.

Listening from the side, Qin Wudao felt somewhat helpless but could not interrupt.

Throughout the world, all parents share the same hope: for their sons to become dragons and their daughters to become phoenixes. When they witness their children achieve extraordinary success, the joy in their hearts is beyond words.

The Qin Family clansmen and the civil and military officials also knelt, respectfully kowtowing.

Just then, the candle flames on the sacred platforms began to flicker.

Qin Wudao’s eyes narrowed slightly. The enemy has arrived!

However, he had no intention of rising. He remained kneeling on the prayer mat, his expression calm, as if completely unconcerned by the approaching invaders.

BOOM!

The Void trembled as dozens of terrifying auras descended from the sky.

The civil and military officials and the Qin Family members looked up. Peering through the great doors of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, they saw dozens of blood-red streaks of light flying from the distant horizon, swift as lightning.

Each figure emanated a terrifying aura; the Power of Laws tore through the air, shattering everything in its path.

"Haha, still in the mood for ancestral worship?"

"Then allow this seat to send you all to hell! There, you can reunite with your ancestors in the netherworld, no longer separated by life and death!"

A cold, mocking laughter echoed through the vast sky, carrying a dreadful momentum that enveloped heaven and earth, sending shivers down the spines of all living beings in the Imperial Capital, filling them with terror and horror.

Countless icy winds swept across the universe.

In an instant, all the lamps in the Imperial Capital were extinguished. Only the candle flames in the Imperial Ancestral Temple flickered relentlessly, yet they never died out.

This was the flame of Qin, the flame of martyrs!

Qin Wudao’s gaze sharpened. Have the ancestors manifested their spirits?

High in the Nine Heavens, Old Man Seeking Dao hovered, wielding a scepter, his expression icy, his eyes sinister.

By his side stood three figures.

The Power of Origin Laws swirled around each of them, their gazes ruthless, like supreme deities looking down upon lowly ants.

Behind these four followed fifty powerhouses, their auras surging. All were cultivators at or above the Ancient Great Emperor Realm; among them were even ten supreme experts of the Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor Realm.

So many Emperor Realm auras pressed down on the Imperial Capital like a primordial divine mountain, causing the entire city to tremble.

"Heavens, so many... so many Emperor Realm martial artists!" an outlander merchant shrieked, his face pale as he collapsed, a puddle forming beneath him, reeking foully.

Although the continent’s overall strength had increased significantly after two cycles of worldly transformation, Emperor Realm martial artists were still, in the hearts of the people, lofty beings who presided over all life, peerless powerhouses.

Good heavens!

he thought. I’m just a humble merchant reselling goods; what have I done to deserve witnessing such a grand spectacle?

He had been scared witless!

"Isn’t... isn’t that Old Man Seeking Dao from the Saint Heaven Institute? Why would he attack the Saint’s Court of Qin?"

In a certain inn, a young prodigy touring the Saint’s Court of Qin swallowed hard, his face filled with terror as he stammered.

To his knowledge, there was no animosity between the Saint Heaven Institute and the Saint’s Court of Qin, nor any conflict of interest!

"It’s not just Old Man Seeking Dao, but also Jin Yinduo of the Gold Tripod Inn, Lin Xiao Yun of the Lin Family Saint Clan, and the Taiyi Saint Dynasty’s Imperial Ancestor; all are peerless powerhouses renowned for eras!"

"The experts of the Saint’s Court of Qin are all at the front lines. Who can stop them?"

"It’s over! The Saint’s Court of Qin is finished! We’re all finished!"

The other martial artists from foreign lands discussed amongst themselves, their faces mournful and filled with utter despair.

They despaired because the energy released in battles between Emperor Realm powerhouses could easily destroy a territory spanning thousands of miles, causing countless beings to perish.

And now, above their heads, were dozens of Emperor Realm powerhouses. The shockwaves from their battle could easily obliterate the Imperial Capital!

No!

It could cause the entire Eastern Ancient Domain to crumble!

At that point, everyone would die!

"What are you crying for? Bunch of cowards! His Majesty will definitely drive away the enemy!"

"That’s right! We must believe in His Majesty, believe in the imperial court, believe in our nation! We’ve weathered ten thousand years of trials and tribulations and always emerged victorious. This time will be no exception!"

In contrast, the citizens of the Saint’s Court of Qin were much calmer, showing no signs of panic.

They stood their ground, looking towards the Imperial Palace.

Trust was evident in their eyes.

And some of the old Qin people, realizing the enemy’s strength, silently drew their weapons, their eyes glinting with murderous intent, ready to live or die with their country, to share its fate.

The old Qin people were never afraid of death!

The old Qin people never shied away from battle!

"Who dares to act so audaciously in the Great Qin?"

Inside the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Xu Chu took a step forward, transforming into a streak of blood-red light as he ascended to the Nine Heavens. Holding a great saber, his physique tiger-like, he radiated terrifying power.

He stared at Seeking Dao, his eyes flashing with killing intent. Coming to the Saint’s Court of Qin to cause trouble? Courting death!

"Deal with him!"

Seeking Dao glanced at Xu Chu. He was a brave man indeed, but unfortunately too weak, possessing only the cultivation of the Eternal Great Emperor Realm. This didn’t even give him the desire to make a move.

As his words fell, a sorcerer with a golden book hovering above his head strode casually towards Xu Chu, revealing the aura of a Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor Realm.

"’Fool, taste death! Myriad Clouds Form Swords!’ the sorcerer sneered, his words becoming law as he softly commanded."

A mystical power emanated from the golden book above his head, sweeping across the world for hundreds of miles.

Instantly, the floating clouds shed their gentle forms, coalescing into densely packed, sharp Cloud Swords that sealed off heaven and earth, lunging towards Xu Chu.

"Well struck!" Xu Chu grinned, his tiger-like eyes blazing with crimson light. He rapidly wielded his war saber, its light flashing in continuous arcs, tearing apart heaven and earth, extinguishing all signs of life.

BOOM!

With a deafening thunderclap, countless Cloud Swords shattered upon impact. Only the stark white light of the saber remained, standing proudly in the sky as it continued its slash towards the sorcerer.

In the next breath, imperial blood stained the sky!

This series of attacks, though seemingly lengthy, occurred in a mere instant. By the time the sorcerer fell, Seeking Dao had only just registered what happened.

Just one strike!

An Eternal Great Emperor martial artist had slain a Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor sorcerer!

What an utterly absurd scene!

"’Courting death!’" Seeking Dao raged. He raised his scepter high, his white hair dancing wildly like a supreme deity about to punish an insubordinate.

A dazzling golden radiance shot into the Nine Heavens, altering the face of the heavens. The clear sky instantly became dark and overcast, filled with innumerable flashes of lightning.

He looked at Xu Chu, all traces of disdain gone, replaced by endless killing intent and jealousy!

Another peerless genius!

How unfair were the heavens, to allow all the world’s prodigies to flock to the Great Qin?

Die! He must die!