PHS Chapter 109 (Patreon)

Chapter 109: Imperial Weapon

"The Blazing Flame Lamp?"

Within the Shimmering Light Sacred Land, an elder stared at the ancient lamp in the sky—now the sole focus of the world. He swallowed hard, his face utterly pale.

He couldn't understand.

Why was this happening?

The Shimmering Light Sacred Land and the Blazing Flame Sacred Land had no particular friendship, but they held no grudges either. To appear at their gates with an Imperial Weapon... what was the meaning of this? Did they want a fight to the death?

"Have the people of the Blazing Flame Sacred Land gone mad?"

"Do they think our Shimmering Light Sacred Land has no one to answer them?"

"In all these countless years, the Blazing Flame Sacred Land is the first power to provoke the Shimmering Light Sacred Land in such a manner! We implore the Sect Master to lead all disciples in respectfully welcoming the Ancestor out of seclusion, to suppress the Blazing Flame Sacred Land with our Imperial Weapon!"

"Indeed, the name of Shimmering Light cannot be trampled upon!"

"Do they think they're the only ones with an Imperial Weapon? Our Shimmering Light Sacred Land has one, too."

"Where is the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor? When he emerges from seclusion, the Blazing Flame Sacred Land will suffer greatly!"

After the initial shock, many disciples of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land recovered, their astonishment turning to furious indignation. In recent years, the reputation of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land had grown immensely. Wherever they went, they commanded respect.

When had they ever been attacked at their doorstep?

This time, if the Shimmering Light Sacred Land did not establish its authority, who would ever take the name "Shimmering Light" seriously again?

"Hand over the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord, or this old man will flatten your Sacred Land today!"

Just as everyone was regaining their composure, the ancient voice from before sounded again, like thunder booming in every ear.

"This is outrageous!"

A Saint shot into the sky, arriving outside the grand formation. He shouted coldly, "Blazing Flame Sacred Land, aren't you being far too arrogant? To demand we hand over our Sacred Lord—do you think our Shimmering Light Sacred Land is defenseless?"

"Heh."

The Blazing Flame Ancestor sneered, his voice cold. "A group of pitiful fools. You treat him as your Sacred Lord, while he sees you as mere tools. When the Shimmering Light Sacred Land is destroyed, it will be too late for regrets!"

"Today!"

"Let this old man clean house for your Shimmering Light Sacred Land!"

"Silence!" the Saint from before shouted in rage. "I respect you as an ancestor of the Blazing Flame Sacred Land, and so I address you as 'Senior.' But to open your mouth and slander our Sacred Lord—that goes too far."

"Hmm?"

The Blazing Flame Ancestor's eyes narrowed, his hair whipping about. The azure-green ancient lamp above his head bobbed, casting down billions of divine laws like a waterfall, shrouding him.

"Whether it is slander or not, we'll know once the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord comes out and answers!"

"And you are not qualified to speak with this old man. Have Ling Xiao come out!"

With that, the Blazing Flame Ancestor raised a hand, clenched his fist, and punched through the air. Within a radius of ten thousand li, endless spiritual energy gathered, forming a massive fist imprint that illuminated the sky. From a distance, it looked like a comet falling from the ninth sky, trailing a long tail of flame that caused the very surroundings to resonate with a rumbling sound.

"BOOM!"

The fist imprint smashed against the Shimmering Light Sacred Land's formation, erupting in dazzling light. The Saint's physical body exploded on impact; only his primordial spirit managed to escape. If not for the formation's protection, he would have perished in that instant.

"Ah—!"

A wretched scream echoed throughout the Shimmering Light Sacred Land. All who heard it felt their hair stand on end. They had personally witnessed one of their Saints explode into a mist of blood in the sky with a thunderous "bang"!

"How dare the Blazing Flame Sacred Land be so insolent!"

Many Grand Elders trembled with rage, their hands and feet turning cold.

But they were powerless.

Their cultivation was merely at the Saint realm, at best Saint King. The Great Saint-level figures had not yet awakened, and the Quasi-Emperor was not in the sect.

Right now, they had an Emperor-level formation but could not use it to kill the person outside.

Because he had not entered the formation at all.

Just as many were about to go mad with anger, a stooped figure holding a dragon-head staff ascended to the sky. The figure was thin, but the moment she appeared, she gave countless disciples of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land immense confidence.

"It's a Great Saint of our Shimmering Light Sacred Land!"

"An ancestor has finally appeared!"

"Although it's not the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor, a Great Saint should be enough to deal with the Blazing Flame Sacred Land."

"Fellow Daoist Shen, what is the meaning of this?"

The old woman held her dragon-head staff and walked up from below, step by step. With each step, her aura grew stronger. By the time she reached the formation, her presence had reached its peak.

And it was the peak of a Great Saint, just one step away from becoming a Quasi-Emperor!

"This old man will repeat it: hand over the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord!" the Blazing Flame Ancestor said indifferently.

"Heh."

The old woman sneered, her ancient face covered in wrinkles. As she smiled, they all bunched together. Her eyes narrowed as she said coldly, "If this old woman were to go to the Blazing Flame Sacred Land and demand you hand over the Blazing Flame Sacred Lord, would you comply or not?"

"The Blazing Flame Sacred Lord has already fallen at the hands of the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord!" the Blazing Flame Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"So you've come for revenge!"

The old woman understood in that moment. She glanced around and said faintly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, you just struck and killed a Grand Elder of my Shimmering Light Sacred Land. How should that debt be settled?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, the Blazing Flame Ancestor's brow furrowed. He had only meant to give a small lesson, just shattering the other's physical body. With the Shimmering Light Sacred Land's capabilities, reconstructing a body for him would be simple.

But now, the other party was making an issue of this matter, unwilling to hand over the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord.

"For the sake of a spy, does your Shimmering Light Sacred Land wish to go to war with the Blazing Flame Sacred Land?" The Blazing Flame Ancestor's face darkened.

In the sky, the Blazing Flame Lamp bloomed with hundreds of millions of rays of light, like a green sun illuminating the myriad realms, drowning an area of several million li. The Imperial Weapon's mighty aura swept through the eight directions like a tide!

"You think your Blazing Flame Sacred Land is the only one with an Imperial Weapon?" the old woman shouted coldly.

"ROAR—!"

A dragon's cry sounded. From within the Shimmering Light Sacred Land, a pitch-black great cauldron flew out, as if it could crush all the myriad realms.

This great cauldron bore the weight of ages, its surface weathered yet imposing. Nine azure dragons wound around its form, their scales so intricately carved they seemed ready to burst into life at any moment. As it materialized, an overwhelming draconic presence flooded the battlefield!

The two Imperial Weapons hovered in opposition, their ancient powers clashing violently. Waves of Imperial might rolled outward like crushing tides. Spectators across vast distances felt their faces drain of color, blood spurting from their lips as they desperately retreated from the unbearable pressure.

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