Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 732 - 723: What’s the Harm in Defying the World?

"What?!"

Sensing the terrifying pressure rolling off Chen Daoran, the talented individuals from the Dragon Clan immediately changed their expressions dramatically.

"How dare you discuss the Pavilion Master, are you seeking death?!"

Chen Daoran floated in mid-air, his gaze flashing with an intense chill, staring down his opponent.

During the Black Evil City incident, the common folk were unfeeling, Mo Wangchen saved a million cultivators, and now these million people have all become subjects under Mo Wangchen’s Mo Pavilion.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Wangchen’s status is now almost as revered as those so-called Saint Masters.

How could Chen Daoran tolerate someone insulting Mo Wangchen here?

"You... who are you?!"

The Dragon Clan genius went pale as snow, trembling inside from the oppressive aura of Chen Daoran, which felt like a huge mountain weighing down on his shoulders, making him very uncomfortable. freewёbnoνel.com

It wasn’t hard for him to see that the Chen Daoran before him must possess the battle strength of a Divine Son, and not just any ordinary Divine Son at that.

However, he addressed Mo Wangchen as Pavilion Master?

What exactly was going on here?

Not just the Dragon Clan genius, but everyone around, including those nearby, wore faces of surprise and incomprehension as they looked towards Chen Daoran in mid-air.

"Divine Son?!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a disciple in the crowd let out an exclamation.

This was a disciple from the Jiuzhen Sect, and since Chen Daoran was angry just now, his appearance had reverted to its original look.

All the disciples of the Jiuzhen Sect recognized him at once.

And because of this, the faces of all the disciples from the Jiuzhen Sect were as shocked as if they had seen a ghost.

Not long ago, the Black Evil City was attacked by a Beast Tide, and Chen Daoran was in the Black Evil City.

After one night, a million cultivators perished, shaking the entire Heavenly Gang, and in the eyes of the Jiuzhen Sect disciples, Chen Daoran surely perished and couldn’t possibly still be alive.

But now, someone who should have long been dead suddenly appeared before them, how could they not be surprised?

"Divine Son?"

Hearing the title given by the Jiuzhen Sect disciples, Chen Daoran sneered, "I am not your Jiuzhen Sect’s Divine Son."

"Senior Brother Chen, the Beast Tide attacked the Black Evil City, and you... you didn’t die?"

"Could it be that you weren’t in the Black Evil City that day? But we clearly received your distress signal..."

"Why do you identify yourself as a person of Mo Pavilion?"

On the ground below, the Jiuzhen Sect disciples spoke one after another, deeply puzzled in their hearts, they did not understand why Chen Daoran could appear here, safe and sound.

"Is he Chen Daoran? The former Divine Son of the Jiuzhen Sect?"

"It was rumored he also died in the Black Evil City, right? Yet he’s here now!"

Around the square, people also reacted, each one of them looking at Chen Daoran in mid-air with expressions of astonishment.

"Black Evil City has become ruins, with bones piled up like mountains, it’s impossible for anyone to survive!" someone said.

"Daoran, what exactly happened in the Black Evil City that night?"

At that moment, the Saint Master of the Jiuzhen Sect, who had been hiding in the shadows, appeared.

He frowned and inquired to Chen Daoran.

"Beast Tide attacked the city, common folk were callous, abandoning us, what a joke. I sent a signal to the sect for help, and all I got was your indifferent response, telling me to fend for myself. It seems I have no need to explain anything to you, do I?"

Chen Daoran sneered, his gaze extremely indifferent as he looked at the Jiuzhen Sect’s Saint Master not far away.

Hearing these words, the Jiuzhen Sect’s Saint Master’s brows furrowed even more, "What is the meaning of your words? If you have indeed survived, why didn’t you return to the Sect? Why are you claiming to be a disciple of Mo Pavilion instead?"

"What’s wrong with being a Mo Pavilion disciple?"

Chen Daoran looked at the other party, "Is there a problem with this identity?"

"Pavilion Master, you’re the one with the Divine King Body, Mo Wangchen, that very person with a forbidden bloodline who should be condemned by everyone, and now you join Mo Pavilion. Are you not declaring yourself an enemy of the entire world?" the Jiuzhen Sect’s Saint Master shouted sternly, Chen Daoran’s attitude finally angering him to the core.

"So what if I am an enemy of the world?"

Just then, within the crowd, suddenly about a dozen figures leapt out, and Zhang Hao among others also stopped hiding, stepping out one by one.

"You... are you all from Mo Pavilion?!"

Looking at Zhang Hao and the others who walked beside Chen Daoran, the Jiuzhen Sect’s Saint Master’s gaze was already narrowed to a slit.

"Zhang Hao?"

Still climbing the tower within the Ancient God Tower, Bai Jincheng and the others were not neglecting to pay attention to the events occurring outside.

When they saw the true face of Zhang Hao, their faces all showed a look of surprise.

"How is this kid here too?"

"We were relieved when Aoran safely reached Heavenly Gang, but Aotian—where is he? Why isn’t he seen?"

"The people with Chen Daoran, why do they also claim to be disciples of Mo Pavilion? What is going on?"

Bai Jincheng and others were full of doubts and confusion, unaware that after the incident in Black Evil City, Mo Pavilion had already become something beyond their wildest imaginations.

"Buzz!"

On the forty-seventh floor of the Ancient God Tower, Mo Wangchen had already arrived there. He, along with Li Hentian, Ji Ziyao, and others, was only two or three floors away from surpassing them.

As for Yao Suming, she still led the way but had only reached the fifty-second floor.

After slaying all the Monster Beasts on the forty-seventh floor, Mo Wangchen turned his attention to the outside of the tower to catch wind of the current events.

He did not speak; after a moment of somber reflection, he immediately withdrew his attention and continued upwards towards the forty-eighth floor.

"Hu Qi!"

Outside the tower, among the crowd from the Nine-Life Demon Fox, many recognized the person following Chen Daoran.

They were astounded to find that he was none other than the young king of the Demon Fox Clan, Hu Qi, who was supposed to have died in Black Evil City not long ago!

"The young king of the Nine-Life Demon Fox? Wasn’t it rumored that he died in Black Evil City?"

"What in the world happened? How come these people who should have long been dead are suddenly appearing here today?"

"Could it be that something unknown to us happened that night?"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and it was not just Chen Daoran and Hu Qi; the others who came with Mo Wangchen were also recognized by people from their respective powers.

In no time, Man City was in an uproar, with no one whose heart wasn’t filled with shock.

They simply couldn’t fathom what had transpired in Black Evil City that night.

"My young friends, what exactly happened that night in Black Evil City? Besides yourselves, were there any other survivors?"

Above the Heavenly Vault, the Void slightly undulated, and following that, an Ancient King slowly emerged.

The impact of the incident in Black Evil City was simply too great. Many people from the various Sacred Lands of Heavenly Gang, Ancient Families, and even the Ancient Royal Family had fallen there.

The appearance of Chen Daoran and the others now was undoubtedly overturning everyone’s understanding.

Even an Ancient King, at this moment, could no longer sit still and came down personally to inquire.