CHAPTER 448: CHAPTER 448: ASKING THE GREAT-UNCLE MASTER FOR HELP

Who would have thought that thirteen Saint Realm powerhouses were being suppressed and beaten by a little black dog?

Such frustration, such indignation and unwillingness. It truly was a suffering they couldn’t express!

Especially that bastard Chen Pingping; he had spouted a load of nonsense, attempting to use those empty words to persuade them to join the Wuji Sect.

Possible? Hardly. Unless their brains were waterlogged.

The thirteen Saint Realm powerhouses felt Chen Pingping must have taken them for idiots!

Chen Pingping kept on blabbering, trying to convince this group of Saints.

「At that moment.」

In a deeper part of Fairy Valley, a cold light suddenly burst forth, illuminating heaven and earth. A majestic aura immediately followed, permeating the atmosphere.

The cultivators at the City of Extinction all sensed it. Raising their heads one after another, they looked towards Fairy Valley with expressions of shock.

"It’s our Uncle-Master!" a Fairy Valley powerhouse suddenly exclaimed, filled with excitement.

The thirteen Saints looked at each other, joy appearing on their faces as well.

This Uncle-Master from their Fairy Valley was no ordinary Saint! If he were to awaken, few in the Southern Diaspora could match him. With the Saint King inactive, he was hailed as invincible...

「In the mountains.」

The earth loosened, and crackling sounds came from below, as if something was about to emerge.

Very quickly, an old man with a hunched back broke through the soil. His wrinkled and sallow face tilted up towards the sky as he took a deep breath, a hint of greed and the pleasure of rebirth showing on his face.

"To think that after I’ve remained secluded for so many years, someone actually dares to strike against my Fairy Valley," his voice was deep and hoarse, filled with the weight of years and vicissitudes.

He immediately extended his Divine Sense, sweeping it over Fairy Valley, and his brow promptly furrowed. Where are the people? he wondered. Where did they run off to? Why is it so barren? Huh?

His Divine Sense continued to spread, reaching the area of the City of Extinction. There, he saw the battlefield: a young man was incessantly lecturing the thirteen Saint Realm powerhouses of Fairy Valley, and to his great surprise, not one of the thirteen dared to utter a sound. Has Fairy Valley really fallen to such depths? the old man mused, utterly speechless. He brushed the dirt off his body and strode forward.

Sensing their Uncle-Master approaching, the disciples of Fairy Valley were all excited.

The thirteen Saints were even more agitated, shouting, "Uncle-Master!"

They were incredibly excited, indescribably so, but also filled with shame.

A once esteemed superpower was now being suppressed and beaten by a dog, while a young man babbled in their ears, and they dared not retort.

It truly is a humiliation!

However, this situation was about to change very soon.

One Saint looked at Chen Pingping and laughed heartily, "You’re dead meat! Damn you! The Wuji Sect and you will both be obliterated!"

"An elder of my Fairy Valley has awakened; he will sweep away everything and obliterate the Wuji Sect!"

"Uncle-Master!"

"Tremble! Damned Wuji Sect!" All thirteen were yelling, each more agitated than the last, as if they could already see Chen Pingping’s grisly death and the destruction of the Wuji Sect.

The onlooking cultivators also held their breath, feeling an indescribable shock.

That person is still alive. The strongest of Fairy Valley, who once ventured alone into the heartland of the Demon Race and returned alive.

In that era, he alone was unbeatable.

Unfortunately, he later suffered a backlash from the Great Tao, and it was rumored he had faded away. Unexpectedly, he is still alive.

After a few steps, Wang Xiaodao arrived.

His body was gaunt and his face lined with wrinkles. His frame was all skin and bones, as if not a single ounce of flesh remained—he looked more like a living corpse than a living person. His eyes were hollow and profound, seemingly devoid of pupils, simultaneously captivating and intimidating.

"Please, Uncle-Master, take action and slay this great evil!"

"Please, Uncle-Master, take action and obliterate the Wuji Sect!"

"Uncle-Master!" they all cried out, growing more and more agitated.

But Wang Xiaodao remained unmoved, his gaze continually observing Chen Pingping.

Chen Pingping, on the other hand, was very calm.

The atmosphere of the scene sank, becoming even more oppressive.

Liu Changqing’s and Alan’s faces turned pale.

In the shadows, the Great Elder of Fairy Valley was already prepared to act; Chen Pingping could not be allowed to die.

"You’re about to lose," the Sword Saint whispered.

This time, Guang Xiaoyu did not rebut.

The early stage of the Saint Realm is its beginning. In this initial realm, one has only recently transcended the rank of Lord, and control over one’s domain is still immature. Leveraging many powerful foundations, one could still barely fight. But surpassing the early stages of that realm changes everything completely. At that level, a single move could be world-shattering...

Of course, her lack of rebuttal was not because she felt Chen Pingping was definitely going to lose, but rather... she was curious about how her senior brother would resolve the situation.

Hei’s strength had already reached the Saint Realm. Lao Huang was far more powerful; if Lao Huang took action, he could surely block Wang Xiaodao.

It wasn’t long before Wang Xiaodao learned from the Fairy Valley experts what Chen Pingping had done to Fairy Valley, and his expression instantly froze.

Well, I’ll be damned! he thought. First, he stole people, then he stole resources twice, and the third time, he even fancied poaching thirteen Saints from Fairy Valley. What a bold one!

The Second Elder spoke up, "Please, Uncle-Master, take action."

Wang Xiaodao narrowed his eyes, his gaze coldly fixed on Chen Pingping. "Young man, aren’t you afraid of death?"

Chen Pingping was too calm.

Emperor’s Path? Or Lord? Wang Xiaodao mused. No matter their realm, as long as they had not yet stepped into the Saint Realm, it would be difficult for anyone to maintain absolute calm when facing a Saint.

But Chen Pingping’s calm was truly calm.

Hearing Wang Xiaodao’s words, he turned to look at Liu Changqing and Alan, then cracked a smile. "Brother Liu, Fellow Daoist Alan, don’t panic. Everything is under control."

They were speechless. "..."

ROAR!

In the distance, the Emperor Spirit finally arrived, its roar shaking the heavens and the earth.

It had a towering stature and a snowy white body. Its noble appearance made its extraordinary origins obvious at a glance. However, if you got close to the Emperor Spirit, you would definitely see it trembling.

Zi Ji kept saying from its shoulder, "If you don’t act, Senior Brother will definitely cut you down! Seriously, Senior Brother is very fierce. He often eats meat too—raw! He particularly likes to eat Spiritual Beasts. Otherwise, why do you think Senior Brother would raise so many Spiritual Beasts?"

The Emperor Spirit trembled.

"Also... I’m telling you, the Spiritual Beasts Senior Brother used to raise weren’t just these; there were at least twenty or more," Zi Ji blinked.

"..."

It was very cowardly, especially timid. Despite having once followed a Great Emperor and possessing extraordinary origins, it wouldn’t have come out if Zi Ji hadn’t threatened it.

Now, seeing at least ten Saint Realm powerhouses present, the Emperor Spirit immediately panicked, its steps becoming even more hesitant.

Zi Ji rolled her eyes. "Useless." She patted the Emperor Spirit’s shoulder, signaling that it could stop. Joining the battlefield in such a state would only lead to a dead end.

Hmm? Wang Xiaodao was surprised. "Isn’t this the Purple Gold Emperor’s war pet?"

"So you recognize it," Chen Pingping replied with a slight smile.

"How is it here?"

"I thrashed the Purple Gold Divine Clan, and then this fellow followed me," Chen Pingping said with a smile.

"Impossible..." Wang Xiaodao shook his head. "The Purple Gold Divine Clan has an extraordinary origin, connected with the legendary Divine Clan. Who would dare to move against them?"

Chen Pingping did not bother to explain, his face still sporting a smile.

The appearance of Zi Ji and the Emperor Spirit here indicated two things. First, Hongxiu and those three bastards were still in seclusion. Second, the Emperor Spirit had stopped, probably because it couldn’t advance further.

That scoundrel has always been timid, Chen Pingping mused. It’s normal for its legs to go weak seeing such a terrifying situation. Unreliable!

Chen Pingping let out a soft sigh, preparing to use his trump card.