Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up

Chapter 549: Chapter 451: Isn’t the Patriarch Supposed to Have a Bad Temper?

However, the young man’s movements were even faster!

As the closed-door disciple of the ancestor, he knew that anyone who could make it to this place must be extraordinary, even if the opponent seemed to have no cultivation.

He struck with all his might, swinging his sword towards Zhao Yi with great speed and ferocity.

Zhao Yi sighed softly, wiped the Nine Dragon Jade Seal, and with the help of purple qi, slightly clenched his palm, conjuring a massive purple palm a hundred meters in size, appearing out of nowhere in front of the young man.

The giant palm covered the Immortal Palace, including the ancestor of the Litian Sword Sect who had arrived in an instant.

Everyone felt an overwhelming fear; under the suppression of the giant palm, they couldn’t move a muscle, trembling uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

The Immortal Palace turned into ruins, and the entire Litian Sword Sect trembled violently.

The young man suppressed below vomited blood, his body crashing into the ruins, feeling as if all his bones were broken, his face filled with shock.

How could this be?

He had already stepped into the Sage Realm, considered a top expert in the Eastern Domain, let alone the entire Spirit Realm.

Why was he powerless before that young man, like a lamb waiting for slaughter?

In just one move...

He was utterly defeated!

Moreover, even the ancestor made a move; he was at the peak of the Sage Realm, yet under that giant palm, he didn’t even have a chance to draw his sword?

"You never know pain until you’re hit!"

"It seems the so-called Litian Sword Sect has no reason to exist!"

Zhao Yi spoke indifferently, arms crossed, looking down coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of the Litian Sword Sect transformed into a streak of light, rushing at the speed of light before Zhao Yi.

Behind him were a group of old monsters from the Litian Sword Sect, all in the Sage Realm; these people were the Sect’s foundation, rarely appearing unless the sect faced life and death, when they had no choice but to burn their life force to defend the sect.

Their appearance represented the pinnacle of combat power in the Spirit Realm Eastern Domain.

Seeing these people, the surviving disciples beneath the ruins were elated.

"Great, the ancestor is out, the intruder is doomed!"

"Weren’t those ancestors said to have left for the West? Turns out they were in the back mountain, now let’s see what that guy can do!"

"Could they really contend with our Litian Sword Sect?"

Zhao Yi looked indifferently at these people before him and asked, "Is this all your strength?"

The ancestor of the Litian Sword Sect, named Zhao Ling, looked at Zhao Yi, his cheeks twitching, appearing even more panic-stricken than the young man before.

Zhao Ling had been the Sect Leader of the Litian Sword Sect a millennium ago.

He was extremely familiar with the Sect Protection Array, knowing well the kind of existence capable of breaching it.

Not something the Sage Realm could ever match.

"A misunderstanding, it’s been a misunderstanding from start to finish!"

Without any hesitation, the ancestor of the Litian Sword Sect, Zhao Ling, displayed a fawning smile and hurriedly spoke as he came up to Zhao Yi.

What?

Behind him.

The faces of those Litian Sword Sect members were bewildered, their hearts in turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time.

Is this still our ancestor?

Wasn’t he always hot-tempered, seeking revenge for every grievance? How could he speak so obsequiously to a young man!

The most shocked were Zhao Ling’s disciples, especially the young man who was already vomiting blood; he had always been very fearful of Zhao Ling, while also holding immense respect. Seeing this scene, his faith crumbled instantly.

"We were unaware of the senior’s arrival; our blind disciples clashed with you. I apologize on their behalf."

In the Cultivation Realm, seniority is not about age.

Whoever has the strongest fist is the leader!

This has been an unchanging truth throughout the ages.

"Ancestor, why are you being courteous to him? Look at what I’ve brought!"

The young man who disappeared into the ruins returned shortly with a sword shimmering with radiance.

"The Nether Spring Sword?"

"That’s right, I’ve brought your life-bound flying sword, the most powerful sword in the entire sect. Just draw it, and killing him will be a piece of cake."

The young man confidently said as he ran to Zhao Ling.

"Slap!"

Before a response came, what greeted him instead was a crisp slap.

"You useless thing, all these years of cultivation and your brain’s turned to mush!"

"Even I dare not be disrespectful to the senior, and you think with an unrated flying sword, you can harm the senior even a little bit? Get lost before you embarrass us further!"

"I command that this person be confined to the Forbidden Land for a hundred years of seclusion to properly reflect."

If he weren’t my closed-door disciple, and so gifted in swordsmanship, he would have long been sliced into pieces by my sword.

At this moment, Zhao Ling was so angry, he felt his lungs might explode!

I’d made it so clear, and he still thought of having me make a move—wasn’t that leading me to my death?

Just that giant palm alone, probably even ten of me couldn’t stop it even slightly.

Furthermore.

He did make a move before, yet it was utterly futile!

The young man, slapped flying dozens of meters, looked at the ancestor in disbelief.

Zhao Yi watched all of this, smiling without saying a word.

It was nothing more than going through the motions; the so-called hundred years of seclusion was but a joke.

He hadn’t come to cause trouble for the Litian Sword Sect, so he naturally couldn’t be bothered to involve himself.

Otherwise.

Everyone before him would’ve long been dead beyond saving.

Upon seeing that sword, Zhao Yi became intrigued.

Though it was still some distance away from the Divine Artifact Level, it was undoubtedly a rare treasure, so...

"Senior, please accept this sword; I hope it calms your anger!"

Zhao Ling, having lived for thousands of years, noticed Zhao Yi’s gaze lingering on the sword for a while and naturally knew what he wanted.

Though he was reluctant, all he could do was bleed internally and offer the sword.

Just as expected.

It did indeed have an effect, for the first time seeing a hint of a smile on this young man’s face, Zhao Ling finally relaxed.

"This sword is good, but it is not my reason for coming; where is the Ancient Nether Spring in your sect? Take me to it quickly."

Zhao Ling realized there was no escaping it, so he immediately said, "Senior, please follow me!"

Facing such a chasm-like difference in power, Zhao Ling obediently led him to the Forbidden Land.

It was an unfathomable Nether Spring, emitting an icy aura; even from a distance, it made one’s limbs and body feel numb.

Even quite piercing to the bone!

Mind you, while still over a hundred meters away, it already made people uncomfortable.

As they got closer, the cold became more intense, almost freezing one’s very soul.

Xu Yue’Er, with only a seventh-tier cultivation, showed the most obvious reaction.

Her body was frozen stiff, and when she stood next to the Nether Spring, her whole body stiffened, unable to even move her eyes.

If the White Elephant hadn’t spotted it in time, she might have been utterly destroyed in body and soul.

"It’s truly terrifying, my lord, be careful. I’ll wait outside."

Xu Yue’Er retreated shortly after the three demonic beasts emerged, and she couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"You all have reached the Sage Realm in cultivation, why did you come out too?"