CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: TEN MAIDENS DEPART

The Saint Masters of the Celestial Talisman Sacred Land and the Sacred Land of Life appeared as a flash of white light and a streak of silver light.

They arrived together. Song Xianxian, the Saint Master of the Sacred Land of Life, was tall, with a delicately beautiful egg-shaped face and an aura of life that calmed the mind.

"Leave him, this man is tainted with misfortune." Song Xianxian looked coldly at Xia Feng, her words simple but startling.

The other woman had a doll-like face that seemed half-asleep, appearing to be around the same age as the Celestial Talisman Sacred Land’s top-grade Saintess.

But those familiar with Zhao Xuehua, the Celestial Talisman Saint Master, wouldn’t be deceived by her cherubic face; she was a five-thousand-year-old monster!

"Let’s go home, let’s go home, Little Shi. It’s not fun outside!" Yawning, Zhao Xuehua rubbed her drowsy eyes and softly said.

The Ten Top Grade Sacred Land Saintesses never expected that their departure would provoke the Masters of the Top Ten Top Grade Sacred Lands to personally come after them!

Today was supposed to be their big day, but who would have thought...

The Ten Great Saintesses looked at each other; some felt wronged, some were indignant, and some unwilling...

They all truly loved Xia Feng. The other people from the Sacred Lands were manageable; causing a fuss for a few days was no big deal.

In due time, marriage and consummation could take place.

But none of them expected that the ones who came were the Masters of the Top Ten Top Grade Sacred Lands!

Who can they reason with?

"My husband... we..." The Ten Great Saintesses looked up at the sky, then at Xia Feng, all biting their silver teeth with extreme grievance.

Some, like the Celestial Pill Saintess Sun Yazhu and the Celestial Talisman Saintess Li Shiqing, could not hold back anymore and hugged Xia Feng, crying on either side.

"My husband, we don’t want to leave you, if we are taken back this time, we surely won’t be able to come out again!"

Sun Yazhu’s cries brought a look of melancholy to the other Saintesses.

Indeed, with the Saint Master personally coming and making it clear that they would not agree to their being with Xia Feng, who knows when the next chance to escape might be!

Xia Feng looked up at the Ten Great Saint Masters, with complex emotions swirling in his heart.

He felt as if he had abducted innocent girls, only to have their guardians catch up with him.

"Honored seniors, I am Xia Feng. The Saintesses and I..."

"Shut up, you have no right to speak here!"

Xia Feng was interrupted midway as Chen Zhongming, the Purple Thunder Top Grade Sacred Land Saint Master, who had been silently staring coldly at him, erupted in anger.

With his furious voice, his Holy Power instantly enveloped the entire Xingyu City, suffocating anyone below the level of Martial Venerable, forcing them to their knees, trembling uncontrollably.

Father Xia and Mrs. Xia also struggled to withstand it, but thanks to the quick actions of the Celestial Fox Saintess Yu Siya and the Demon Sound Saintess Qi Wan’Er, who immediately summoned Protective Mist with Spiritual Qi, the two managed to steady themselves once more.

"I don’t know what demon technique you used to dare provoke me, Chen Zhongming. Do you not know that Wang Yuwei is destined to marry my Purple Thunder Saint Child He Qingxuan?" Chen Zhongming was furious, waving his hand, covering Xia Feng with Holy Power.

Xia Feng felt an invisible force violently pressing on him, clenching his fists tightly, his forehead veins bulging.

Under his feet, the stone tiles shattered completely; Chen Zhongming’s mere release of Martial Saint pressure almost overwhelmed Xia Feng!

The other nine Saint Masters watched from the sky, some expressionless, some intrigued, as they observed Xia Feng.

No one stopped Chen Zhongming’s actions.

"Quite capable. A Yellow Tier Martial Emperor could withstand Old Chen’s pressure, indicating the talent and temperament of this boy are commendable." Li Xiaoqing, the Celestial Sword Sacred Land Saint Master, remarked, taking a swig of wine.

"Useless." Song Xianxian, the Saint Master of the Sacred Land of Life, coldly said, "An inauspicious person won’t have the opportunity to grow."

"No, Saint Master, you can’t do this to Xia Feng. If you’re going to kill him, then kill me too!" Wang Yuwei, terrified, ran to Xia Feng’s side, summoning Protective Mist through her gritted teeth to stand alongside him.

She knew Chen Zhongming’s nature, ruthless to outsiders, killing without hesitation.

Seeing Chen Zhongming treat Xia Feng this way genuinely frightened Wang Yuwei, fearing her betrothed might perish before they wed!

"Get over here! You barely know him and you’re already siding with him!"

Chen Zhongming’s eyes narrowed. Although his words remained harsh, he softened his hand, afraid of harming Wang Yuwei.

"No, I won’t, unless you promise not to hurt him!" Wang Yuwei, no longer the obedient girl, stood her ground, bargaining with tearful eyes.

Chen Zhongming’s face darkened, but seeing Wang Yuwei’s determination, he finally snorted coldly, waving his hand to retract the pressure from Xia Feng.

"Boy, you really should thank Yuwei. She just saved your life." The Purple Thunder Sacred Land Saint Master scoffed, then turned away. "I won’t kill him today, but you, get over here!"

Wang Yuwei’s expression was uncertain. She looked at Xia Feng, then at Chen Zhongming, finally sighing helplessly.

"My husband, wait for me, I’ll come back for you," she whispered to Xia Feng before vanishing beside Chen Zhongming in a flash.

Silent, with her head lowered, she said nothing.

The other nine Saint Masters watched quietly over their respective sect’s Saintesses.

The nine Saintesses pressed their lips, each gazing fondly at Xia Feng, their eyes conveying the same message.

"Wait for us, my husband!"

No one dared to anger their Saint Master; to lead such colossal entities like the Top Grade Sacred Lands, none of them were gentle-hearted.

In a small city within the Great Xia Empire, if they wished, they could easily wipe it out!

"You all!"

Watching the nine Saintesses rise into the air, Xia Feng suddenly felt a cracking sound in his heart.

And following that was helplessness and rage.

"I became a Martial Emperor at twenty-three, from Martial Disciple to Martial Emperor in just a month, and yet, am I still not worthy of being with your Saintesses?!"

His body trembled as he couldn’t stop himself from shouting at the Ten Great Saint Masters.

"Becoming a Martial Emperor in a month’s cultivation?" Huang Shiying, the Demon Sound Sacred Land Saint Master, raised her eyebrows elegantly. "This boy’s talent is somewhat monstrous indeed."

"Unexpected, a Martial Emperor in a month... Could it be he’s inherited from that person, awakening an Innate Emperor Body?" A flicker of surprise crossed Zhang Wenxiong’s eyes, the Saint Master of Li Huo Sacred Land.

"Useless!" The Purple Thunder Sacred Land Saint Master Chen Zhongming snorted coldly, pulling Wang Yuwei away as he prepared to break through the void and leave Xingyu City.

"Even if he possesses an Emperor Body, without the chance to grow, he remains worthless!"