Chương 115: Witness of the Era (Part 12)

"Chen'er… did you truly kill Ji Xuanxiao?" Wang Yaochen stared at his youngest son, who sat calmly, stroking the cat in his lap. Even now, he found it hard to believe. He could sense that his child had changed profoundly after ten years away from the Central Continent. Su Chen nodded.

"I killed Ji Xuanxiao. I gave him a chance. He still chose death. So I sent him on his way." Wang Yaochen opened his mouth, then let out a helpless sigh.

"Ji Xuanxiao was the successor of the Nether God Hall. I never imagined he would die at your hands. The Nether God Hall will not let this go quietly. For the time being, stay within the clan. We don't want any desperate dogs from the Nether God Hall jumping the wall in desperation." Su Chen nodded. The Nether God Hall had long declined. With Ji Xuanxiao—their last divine physique—dead at Su Chen's hand, they would certainly refuse to accept it.

The Wang Clan did not fear the Nether God Hall itself, but Wang Yaochen worried about some ancient relic of that sect acting recklessly. Su Chen's current talent had clearly earned the full attention of the Wang Clan. Killing Ji Xuanxiao was not a major issue. Once Su Chen's cultivation advanced further, the Nether God Hall would quietly choose to forget the matter. Time passed quickly. News of Wang Yunfei's grand wedding—hosted by the Emperor Palace—swept across the entire Heavenly Profound Domain.

Even extraterritorial powers dispatched representatives to attend the celebration. Prodigies converged from every direction. Su Chen accompanied the Wang Clan delegation to the Emperor Palace. The Emperor Palace had been founded by the supreme Nine Suns Great Emperor. It stood unrivaled in the cosmos. It possessed its own independent inner world—vast and boundless—crafted by the Emperor over tens of thousands of years. Inside the Emperor Palace, Su Chen sensed countless terrifying auras.

Among them were many at the Saint realm. He even suspected the palace might harbor a living Quasi-Emperor as a final foundation. A Quasi-Emperor wielding an Emperor weapon… how terrifying would that be? Su Chen spotted familiar faces inside the palace—the Sacred Son of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land and Ling Wuya of Heavenly Ruins Sacred Land. Both noticed him as well. Ling Wuya gave a slight nod. Like the many prodigies present, his eyes burned with fierce battle intent—filled with anticipation!

He was waiting for Wang Yunfei's arrival! Su Chen felt genuine curiosity. Just how strong was this elder brother of his—the one hailed as the Young Emperor? To call himself Young Emperor before the Emperor path had even opened—to compare himself to the youthful days of ancient Emperors—what kind of confidence was this? As Su Chen pondered, a sudden surge of auras arrived. Thousands of warriors clad in silver dragon armor marched in formation. Each one radiated terrifying killing intent.

Without exception, every soldier stood at the Void Refining realm. The war formation they formed could likely slaughter any cultivator below the Saint realm.

"As expected of the Emperor Palace's foundation…" Su Chen narrowed his eyes. A force of thousands like this would be a meat grinder on any battlefield—capable of exterminating clans and stars as easily as breathing. The prestige of the Emperor Palace did not rest solely on one Great Emperor. In an age without Saints, this Silver Dragon Guard alone was enough to intimidate all races! This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

At that moment, a golden sacred dragon descended from the sky. Its terrifying pressure was no weaker than a Saint's. Atop the dragon stood two figures. One wore an ancient imperial robe embroidered with dragon patterns. His presence was domineering and natural, like an unquestionable sovereign of heaven and earth. Beside him stood a woman worthy of being called the Central Continent's number one beauty. Silver and ink strands wove together like a starry river. In her pupils, sun and moon shone in unison.

Her snow-white form radiated divinity that inspired worship. A single vermilion mark between her brows lent her both sanctity and allure. Every line of her body seemed carved by the heavens themselves—an absolute work of art. Truly worthy of being the Central Continent's foremost beauty! Fan Qingyin's appearance drew the gazes of countless martial cultivators and geniuses.

"How can such beauty exist in this world?" Her beauty was not merely physical. It reached into the soul—perfectly matching the deepest desires of anyone who looked upon her. Unforgettable. Irreplaceable. Central Continent's number one genius matched with Central Continent's number one beauty! Yet Fan Qingyin was the foremost beauty of Heavenly Profound. Wang Yunfei had challenged every prodigy across the five domains.

The strongest matched with the most beautiful—such a union would become an immortal legend even ten thousand years from now. In the grand wedding hall of the Emperor Palace, under the gaze of countless prodigies and powerhouses from across the five domains, a voice suddenly rang out—sharp and unyielding.

"Wang Yunfei—I challenge you! Just because you dare call yourself Young Emperor, I, Mo Shang, am the first to refuse!" Mo Shang—the invincible figure of the Northern Desert's Mo Clan—charged forward without the slightest hesitation, his killing intent blazing toward Wang Yunfei. Wang Yunfei's expression did not change in the slightest. He simply extended five fingers. A streak of golden light flowed forth, carrying an indomitable will that cycled endlessly without fading.

In an instant, the so-called invincible figure of the Mo Clan was seized like a doll in his grasp. Mo Shang struggled violently. His face turned deathly pale. Cold sweat poured down as he stared up at the towering figure before him.

"You… how can you be this strong?" Wang Yunfei's five fingers tightened. A wretched scream tore through the air. Mo Shang perished instantly. The elders of the Mo Clan direction changed color in an instant. One roared in fury: "Wang Yunfei—this was only a spar! Why did you kill the successor of my Mo Clan?!" Wang Yunfei's gaze shifted toward them. His golden pupils seemed to contain endless galaxies birthing and extinguishing. That single glance was like a sharp blade.

Even the Mo Clan's Great Power paled and dared not meet his eyes.

"You mean to say… this ant-like trash was qualified to spar with me?" Wang Yunfei cast a faint glance across the entire assembly. Dragon qi manifested around him, pressing down on everyone present.

"Today I give you all the opportunity to challenge me… but that does not mean trash has the right to do so. If you cannot even withstand a single move from me, then die." His words caused the expressions of most martial cultivators present to change dramatically. Mo Shang had not been weak. He was an invincible figure of his era and a divine physique prodigy. Yet Wang Yunfei had crushed him like an ant passing by. In other words…

anyone who could not even block a single move from Wang Yunfei would not even have the chance to admit defeat. They would simply die. Few sects or clans were willing to risk their successors on such terms—especially those whose strength fell short of even Mo Shang. They lacked even the qualification to challenge him. Yet if they withdrew, it also meant they could never surpass Wang Yunfei.

"Wang Yunfei—I will fight you! The debt your younger brother Wang Chen left on the younger generation of my Heavenly Sword Sacred Land—I will collect it today!" The Sacred Son of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land stepped forward first. He had once declared he would repay that debt. Now, facing such a terrifying Wang Yunfei, he showed no retreat. A sword cultivator's edge—unbending even unto death! Wang Yunfei glanced once toward the Wang Clan's direction before speaking.

"Finally, someone interesting has arrived. But this debt—you will not be able to collect." The Sacred Son of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land drew his sword without another word.

"I won't know unless I try." A heavenly sword fused perfectly with the Sacred Son. Every sword cultivator present felt their hearts stir. This was none other than the legendary Heavenly Sword Intent of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land. The Sacred Son had merged himself completely with the heavenly sword. I am the sword. The sword is me!