The palace of the Demon Suppression Kingdom at this time.
It is shrouded in a mood of sadness and anger.
King Xiahou Nan, leading General Guan Banshan, stood proudly above the palace.
The other palace guards were ordered to stay in the imperial city below.
Opposite them stood four incredibly powerful Transcending Tribulation cultivators.
The person in the lead was Yang Tiancheng, the new Holy Lord of the Boundless Holy Land, an Eight Tribulation cultivator!
Behind him, three cultivators who had undergone tribulation stood respectfully.
Further away, countless cultivators at the Void Returning, Dao Integration, and Mahayana stages formed square formations, their divine might shaking the heavens.
Countless residents of the imperial city, witnessing this scene, were filled with grief, indignation, fear, and helplessness.
The preferential treatment that the Demon Suppressing Kingdom gives to its ordinary citizens is unique among the surrounding countries.
Here, ordinary people receive the utmost respect and fairness.
Compared to the people of other countries, who might be slaughtered and humiliated by cultivators at will, the citizens of the Demon Suppression Kingdom are undoubtedly fortunate.
This has earned Xiahou Nan immense prestige and support within the country.
But now the king has been humiliated, and the subjects can only stand by and watch. Only those involved can truly understand this humiliation.
"Xiahou Nan, if you kneel down and submit, and give Xiahou Ruoxi to me as a concubine, I may spare your life, and you will still be the ruler of the Demon Suppression Kingdom!"
"Otherwise, death and ruin, national destruction and family annihilation will occur today!"
Yang Tiancheng remained calm, as if he were announcing a trivial fact.
The boundless pressure emanating from him was like the waters of the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, enveloping all directions.
It terrified everyone within a radius of thousands of miles, as if a massive mountain was pressing down on them, rendering them unable to move.
Even cultivators found themselves trapped in a swamp at this moment, finding it difficult to move.
To demonstrate authority.
Yang Tiancheng also used his magic to project the eight characters, "The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed today," onto the thousands of miles of airspace above the imperial city.
Coupled with the lingering, resonant sound, it instantly sounded like a deity proclaiming a divine decree, sacred and majestic.
Let alone ordinary people, even many cultivators had never seen such a scene in their entire lives, and they were immediately horrified and turned pale.
But there were still many who were not afraid of death, roaring in grief and anger, but under such terrifying pressure, they could not even ascend to the sky.
Besides, even if we did get up there, what then?
That's an eighth-tribulation cultivator!
A mere breath can cause one to die and be completely destroyed.
Moreover, there were three Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators following behind them!
Such overwhelming power is something even the Domain Lord's Mansion couldn't contend with, right?
The Demon-Suppressing Kingdom... is in grave danger!
A sense of despair and desolation instantly permeated the entire imperial city of the Demon Suppression Kingdom.
Xia Haonan's expression remained calm, but the raging fire in his eyes burned ever brighter.
Guan Banshan was already furious, pointing at the opposite side and cursing loudly:
"A cultivator undergoing tribulation cannot be insulted, let alone the ruler of a country."
"Today you have insulted my monarch and humiliated my princess. This old man will have to see just how strong you, an eighth-tribulation cultivator, really are!"
After saying that,
A massive golden Dharma image suddenly appeared behind him, then swung its hand fiercely, blasting towards Yang Tiancheng.
Unfortunately, Yang Tiancheng didn't even glance at his attack, only casually waving his hand behind him.
A fourth-tribulation cultivator suddenly stepped forward, then attacked Guan Banshan with a sinister grin.
"Old man Guan, you are not worthy of my Holy Lord's intervention."
This person is none other than Tang Shouren, the only surviving Supreme Elder of the Wuji Holy Land.
During the battle against the Demon Slayer Sect, Elder Lu Yan and Supreme Elder Sima Changge were killed.
He and the then Holy Lord, Venerable Cangyuan, suffered a humiliating defeat, losing all face, which he held a grudge against ever since.
Now that Venerable Cangyuan is dead, it is time for him to take revenge!
The battle between the two sides erupted instantly, fierce and violent. Guan Banshan's every strike was almost a move that would result in mutual destruction.
Unfortunately, he could not achieve his goal no matter what he did, as his opponent was always a step ahead of him.
Xiahou Nan's eyes showed great pain.
He was a sixth-tribulation cultivator, and Elder Guan was also a third-tribulation cultivator, but they had no hope of winning against the other group.
General Guan understood perfectly well what he was thinking: to fight to the death for every one of them.
However, with a third-stage Tribulation opponent facing a fourth-stage Tribulation opponent, the opponent's strength was already at a disadvantage. Fighting desperately would only allow the opponent to barely maintain the status quo.
Over time,
Ultimately, defeat was inevitable.
In fact, Tang Shouren maintained a safe distance from Guan Banshan throughout the entire process to prevent the other party from dragging him into a self-destruction.
This made Guan Banshan even more furious and roar, yet he was helpless.
Yang Tiancheng, who was watching from the sidelines, began to show impatience and waved his hand behind him again.
"One more person up."
After saying that, he looked at Xiahou Nan and smiled coldly:
"Xiahou Nan, my patience is limited. Kneel down and submit, or die? Choose one."
"Haha, Yang Tiancheng, you are not worthy of my submission!"
Xiahou Nan laughed loudly, his eyes filled with disdain, then pointed at him and said contemptuously:
"You have two other cultivators who have undergone tribulation behind you. Should we have them join you in the attack?"
"Anyway, your Wuji Holy Land can only win with numbers."
Yang Tiancheng looked at him coldly, unconcerned, then suddenly burst into arrogant laughter:
"Numbers are also a part of strength. If you're so capable, why don't you call on ten or eight Tribulation Transcending cultivators to gang up on me?"
"At that time, I, the Holy Lord, will certainly not be like you, spouting endless nonsense!"
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