Immortal of the Nine Realms-Chapter 941: Revealing the Trump Card

"Heavenly King Zhen's wife... just got slapped like that? Are all these Central Continent Empire geniuses this bold...?"

The senior brother from the Chaoxiang Palace stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, his eyes filled with nothing but shock.

He didn't know who Gai Wu was communicating with through the Heaven Profound Mirror, but all the cultivators present were well aware of the reputation of Hong Sanxiang from Heavenly King Zhen Manor! He was a ruthless killer!

If he arrived, a battle between both sides would be inevitable.

Glancing at Stone Dragon, someone speculated, "This person is likely a Profound Immortal. But compared to Hong Sanxiang, he should be significantly weaker."

Han Linqiu and the others wore solemn expressions.

"Goddess Shen Ji has made a mistake this time..."

If the Divine Dao Sect got entangled in the grudge between Heavenly King Zhen Manor and the Void Immortal Sword Sect, there would be no benefit whatsoever!

In their view, this elder was likely invited by Xun Xiyin, as someone of Fang Chen's status wouldn't be able to command such a powerful figure.

From the way he addressed the other person as 'lord' just now, it was clear that this Mysterious Immortal was a high-ranking figure in the Central Continent Empire.

Fang Chen looked at Gai Wu. "You want to exterminate my entire clan?"

"Am I not allowed to?" Gai Wu responded coldly.

Fang Chen smiled. "Lord Shi, slap him again."

In the blink of an eye, Gai Wu had already fallen into Stone Dragon's grasp, who struck him back and forth with dozens of consecutive slaps.

First, the wife of the Heavenly King Zhen, Yu Qingmei, the princess of Lixiao, was slapped. Now, even the heir of the Heavenly King Zhen, the grandson of the Lixiao Emperor, had been slapped.

Moreover, it was happening at Yu Qingzhi's funeral.

At that moment, a cultivator from Lixiao, unable to contain his fury, slammed the table and stood up. "You've gone too far! This place—"

Before he could finish, Shi Long simply reached out, and the man was forcibly pulled forward. A dozen slaps landed in quick succession, nearly tearing his soul from his body. Naturally, he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Enough!" The Lixiao Emperor shouted coldly, his gaze dark and locked onto Xun Xiyin. "Fourth Princess, you..."

Everyone sensed trouble, but before they could react, their vision blurred once again.

The Lixiao Emperor himself had been caught by Shi Long and slapped over a dozen times!

The mastery of power that a first-rate sect leader figure possessed was beyond what ordinary cultivators could comprehend. Each slap appeared ordinary, but they were perfectly calculated not taking their lives. They were all delivered with the intent to render them completely helpless. After being struck, they found their cultivation temporarily sealed, unable to even circulate their spiritual energy.

"This..."

Cultivators from all factions exchanged glances in shock.

Even the Lixiao Emperor had been slapped?

That meant that three generations of the royal family had now been publicly humiliated!

The Lixiao Kingdom cultivators present were both furious and humiliated. The younger disciples clenched their fists tightly, staring daggers at Fang Chen. If looks could kill, he would have been torn to pieces thousands of times over.

"Junior Brother Fang, this is too much." Someone finally spoke up, trying to rein him in. "No matter what grievances you have with Heavenly King Zhen Manor, Yu Qingzhi was still our senior brother. Today is his funeral. Beating his relatives at his funeral is completely inappropriate, don't you think?"

Zhao Jiaolong's eyes flickered with anger.

Qin Hucheng withdrew his gaze from Shi Long and looked at Fang Chen. "Junior Brother, give me some face. Let's end this here today."

Fang Chen turned to him and asked, "Senior Brother Qin, haven't you been tired all these years?"

Qin Hucheng's eyes shifted slightly. "Why do you ask?"

Fang Chen sighed softly. "If I were in your position, I imagine it wouldn't be easy either... constantly having to play both sides."

Qin Hucheng took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "Fang Chen, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Meanwhile, Gai Wu slowly stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold, tinged with ridicule. "Qin Hucheng, it looks like he knows quite a bit."

He sneered at Fang Chen. "But knowing too much never ends well."

The bystanders were confused, watching as the conversation turned cryptic.

At this moment, Zhao Jiaolong stepped forward. He glanced at Shi Long, then at Xun Xiyin, before speaking in a deep voice, "If the two of you insist on making trouble here today, I will immediately send word to the Desolate Academy and have the instructor intervene. Yu Qingzhi was once a disciple of the Pill-Making Division. If Immortal King Ji learns that you've caused a disturbance at his funeral and even struck his kin, he will not stand idly by."

Fang Chen's voice remained calm. "Senior Brother Zhao, if you are uninvolved in this matter, I suggest you stay out of it."

Zhao Jiaolong's expression changed slightly. "What do you mean by that?!"

A sudden realization dawned on him. Perhaps Fang Chen and Shi Long weren't here today just because of an old grudge!

At that moment, applause suddenly echoed from outside the hall.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads and saw an elderly figure standing at the entrance, slowly clapping his hands.

The Lixiao Emperor and the others, who had just struggled to their feet, immediately bowed with utmost respect upon seeing the newcomer.

"We pay our respects to the Ancestor!"

Lixiao Ancestor!

A Profound Immortal!

The atmosphere in the hall shifted dramatically. The gathered cultivators hurriedly cupped their fists in salute, their minds tense.

With the Lixiao Ancestor personally appearing, would the situation spiral even further out of control?

"No need for excessive courtesy." The Lixiao Ancestor chuckled lightly, his gaze sweeping across Shi Long before landing on Fang Chen and Xun Xiyin.

"The two of you are here today because of the Spirit Blood Sect, aren't you?"

"Spirit Blood Sect!?"

The crowd's expressions changed drastically.

Why is the Spirit Blood Sect suddenly involved in this?!

At that moment, Yu Qingmei, who had been pulled to Gai Wu's side, clutched her swollen cheek, her eyes filled with venomous hatred and smug satisfaction as she glared at Fang Chen.

She seemed to believe that the tide had completely turned in her favor.

The Lixiao Emperor looked unsettled. "Ancestor, what do you mean by this?"

The Lixiao Ancestor waved his hand dismissively "You'll find out soon enough."

He turned and smiled.

"You 3 may show yourselves now."

Suddenly, three streaks of light descended from the sky, landing behind the Lixiao Ancestor.

2 men and 1 woman, all appearing older in years, yet their aura was unmistakably overwhelming.

Even from a distance, their presence far surpassed any Dao Union Realm cultivator in the room.

Profound Immortals!

All three of them were Profound Immortals!

The crowd was stunned.

Three more Profound Immortals... in Lixiao Kingdom?

Had the Lixiao Ancestor anticipated today's events and summoned them ahead of time?

But... would it really take three Mysterious Immortals just to deal with this situation?

The gathered cultivators were deeply confused.

At that moment, Xun Xiyin's expression subtly shifted, as if she had just realized something.

The Lixiao Ancestor chuckled. "Little girl, you must have figured it out by now."

His gaze was knowing, his tone laced with amusement.

"Tell me, how many of your Killing Spiritual Division's cultivators are truly still loyal to your master?

"In the face of the grand tide, I believe that even your division master will one day stand beside us, the Spirit Blood Sect.

"Because this... is the true path of the mortal world."

The Spirit Blood Sect... The Killing Spiritual Division...

By now, even the slowest among them had pieced things together.

Zhao Jiaolong's face turned pale, his mind flashing back to Fang Chen's cryptic warning earlier.

Now he understood. Now he realized what kind of horror lay beneath the surface.

He turned to the Lixiao Ancestor with a look of utter disbelief.

This revered Profound Immortal... was actually part of the Spirit Blood Sect!?

Han Linqiu and the others exchanged uneasy glances.

Cold sweat began forming on their brows. They had walked into a trap, one so deep that it was far too late to escape.

And at that very moment... A faint radiance spread across the sky. At first glance, it resembled the brilliant hues of a sunset, warm and vast.

Yet...

It was too large. Its glow seemingly stretched to encompass the entire capital.

Fang Chen's expression darkened at the sight.

He had seen this before.

Back in Grand Qian... he knew exactly what was about to happen.