Meng Jianxi's brows suddenly darkened: "Meng Jianyuan, my tolerance has its limits. If you continue like this..."
“Son of God Jianxi,” Yun Che said calmly, “If I were you, I would work diligently for a hundred years in the Kingdom of Dreamweaver and finally establish my reputation as the Son of God. But one day, a man named Meng Jianyuan suddenly descended from the sky. Not only did he have no achievements, but he was also inferior to me in every way. Yet, he was to be named the Son of God on par with me… I would definitely not want that.”
"Since you don't want to, then advise the God, and frankly tell him that Meng Jianyuan is not worthy. You can find a hundred reasons why the Dreamweaver Kingdom doesn't need a second Son of God, and you can also find a hundred reasons why Meng Jianyuan is not worthy of being the Son of God... Be honest and open, and no one will think you are wrong, let alone unworthy."
Yun Che narrowed his eyes slightly: “After all, as the Son of God, you should have the will to defend and have appropriate opinions, confidence, and ambition.”
“But unfortunately…” Yun Che shook his head, his face full of disappointment and regret: “On the one hand, you asked your people to unite and put pressure on your Father God, and on the other hand, you secretly arranged a bunch of extremely despicable means to nail a brand of shame on me, making the day of my enthronement a day of shame. It can be said that you are extremely malicious… On the other hand, you shouted that we are of the same blood and we are connected, and we are dependent on each other, showing your broad mind and self-restraint.”
“Why bother?” Yun Che’s eyes were filled with undisguised sarcasm: “You can obviously be a frank and straightforward son of the God of Dream Weaving, so why do you have to make yourself so hypocritical and ugly?”
“Oh, right!” Yun Che suddenly moved closer, the contempt in his eyes piercing Meng Jianxi’s eyes like a steel needle: “I suddenly thought of a very unpleasant saying: Some people can be innocent, but they insist on being a whore. They are obviously a whore, but they still want to build a memorial archway... Does Jianxi Shenzi have any opinion on this saying?”
The heartbeats of almost everyone present suddenly stopped... These words were not only ruthless and ruthless, but also a complete and thorough humiliation.
Not to mention such a grand occasion with all the gods and dream masters present and countless people paying attention, who would dare to speak such vulgar and vicious words to the Son of Dream Weaver even in the smallest dark corner.
“How ridiculous! How ridiculous!!” Meng Zangji growled. At this moment, he undoubtedly had the most normal reason to be angry. He stared at Yun Che, his soul pressing down on the sky: “Meng Jianyuan, do you know how great a sin it is to insult and slander me, the Son of the Dream Weaver God!”
“What a joke!” Yun Che sneered in response: “If Jianxi Shenzi didn’t do it, then I am indeed insulting and slandering him. But if he did it, then I was just stating a fact that couldn’t be more true. How could it be considered an insult and slander? If you insist that this is an insult, then isn’t it Jianxi Shenzi insulting himself?”
"Meng Jianyuan." Meng Jianxi's voice was low, but his expression was still calm: "You succeeded in irritating me."
"You said that I was inconsistent in my words and deeds and was secretly plotting something, but what is your proof? If there is no proof, then everything is just your dirty conjecture... or even deliberate slander. Do you know that the one who is hurting is not me, but yourself!"
Even if Yun Che tore everything apart thoroughly, even if everyone believed him completely under his guidance... he would never be able to produce the real evidence.
“Proof? That’s easy.” Yun Che pointed at An Zhiming who had been standing there the whole time and said, “Why not just cast ‘Dream Falling’ on him?”
"..." Meng Jianxi's expression did not change, but countless fine red marks appeared on the edges of his eyeballs in an instant.
"Shou Yuan."
Yun Che called out softly, and immediately, Meng Shouyuan's figure appeared behind him like a ghost.
Yun Che pointed at An Zhiming, whose face was gloomy and uncertain: “Put him in a dream.”
"Yes!" Meng Shouyuan obeyed without any hesitation, and then released his soul power, directly covering An Zhiming.
"stop!"
With a loud shout, Meng Shouyuan's power of falling dreams was completely blocked. Meng Xuanji put away her arms and said in a deep voice: "Meng Jianyuan, you have lost your memory and have completely forgotten that 'falling dreams' is a forbidden power of my dream weaving kingdom. It cannot be used unless it is a major event!"
“Taboo?” Yun Che smiled contemptuously: “I only heard that the biggest taboo of the power of falling dreams is that it must not be used on people of the same race. He, An Zhiming, comes from a vassal state, and his surname is not ‘Dream’, so he can’t be associated with the word ‘people of the same race’ anyway.”
"Besides, this move is to prove the innocence of Jianxi Shenzi. How come Jianxi Shenzi's innocence is not a big deal in your mouth?"
Meng Xuanji's face froze slightly, and she said sternly: "Once a person falls into a dream, it is equivalent to exposing everything to others. There is no more secret and dignity! Although An Zhiming is not a person of the Kingdom of God, he is also a citizen under the Kingdom of God! How can our great Kingdom of Dream Weaving trample on the dignity of an innocent descendant in front of everyone! Wouldn't that make all the spirits in the world laugh and despise!"
“Oh, so to speak, in the eyes of Xuanji Mengzhu, the innocence of Jianxi Shenzi is far inferior to the dignity of a vassal citizen? Haha, hahahaha!”
Yun Che raised his head and laughed: “Son of God Jianxi, did you hear that? In order to protect the dignity of a prince of a small country, the Dream Master of Xuanji would rather sacrifice your ‘innocence’. You are such a cowardly and ridiculous son of God…”
"..." Meng Jianxi gritted her teeth slowly, and the cracks in her eyes spread rapidly.
Yun Che stopped talking, and he looked at An Zhiming. Suddenly, he understood, “Oh~~ Master Xuanji Meng, I understand. Logically speaking, the master of the One Dream Palace, no matter how stupid he is, would not say such ridiculous words just now. Unless…”
He pointed at An Zhiming and said, "Could this person who calls himself An Zhiming be the illegitimate son of your Xuanji Palace Master?"
"You!!" Meng Xuanji's eyes bulged out, and the blood in her body almost instantly flowed backwards.
“Puff… Puff…” Dian Jiuzhi tried to endure it again and again, but the corners of his mouth still made a sound.
Yun Che said with a look of understanding: “If it weren’t for this reason, I really can’t think of any other reason that could make a Dream Palace master say such a stupid and ridiculous thing. Shou Yuan, what do you think?”
Meng Shouyuan agreed calmly: "What you said is very true, sir."
"See the son of Emperor Yuan!" An Zhiming suddenly shouted at this time, breaking the dilemma of Meng Jianxi and Meng Xuanji: "Meng Xuanji is right. Although I am a humble person, I also have dignity. But people with dignity will not easily accept that they are 'fallen into a dream' in front of so many people because of a fabricated reason."
"unless……"
He gritted his teeth secretly, took a step forward fiercely, with a mysterious light flashing in his hand, holding a silver spear horizontally: "I dare to step forward this time to challenge Emperor Jianyuan. If Emperor Jianyuan wants me to accept the Falling Dream willingly, then defeat me fair and square... Of course, if Emperor Jianyuan doesn't dare, and wants to force the Falling Dream on me..."
His eyes quickly turned red, as if stained with blood: "I, An Zhiming, would rather kill myself on the spot than accept this!"
Yun Che glanced at him... He was being forced to exchange his own life for the lives of his entire clan.
It's also pitiful.
“Okay.” Facing An Zhiming’s almost resolute gaze, Yun Che nodded slowly: “Then I’ll do as you wish.”
Seeing that he actually agreed directly, An Zhiming's breathing slowed down significantly.
Meng Zangji, Meng Xuanji and others, who originally had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, suddenly had strange eyes.
Especially when I dreamed of Ze, I was so excited that I almost stood up.
Although the people he selected on Meng Jianxi's orders did not belong to the Dreamweaver Kingdom, their qualifications were all top-notch. Among them, An Zhiming was the best.
He was absolutely certain that among all the subordinate territories of the Dreamweaver Kingdom, no one at the level of the third-level God Lord could be a match for An Zhiming.
As for "Meng Jianyuan", in their cognition, he had been drifting outside for a hundred years, without any resource supply, no foundation support, and no strong people to lay a solid foundation for him after each breakthrough. The profound skills he cultivated must be extremely inferior... Perhaps he is not even as good as an ordinary third-level God Lord in the ordinary world, so how can he be compared with An Zhiming.
“But…” Yun Che’s tone suddenly changed. Just when everyone thought he was going to make an excuse, he pointed behind An Zhiming and said, “You have arranged nine people. If they come out one by one, it will be too troublesome. Why don’t you just attack them all at once?”
"Although I am not the Son of Dreamweaver yet, time is equally precious!"
These words undoubtedly caused an uproar.
Meng Jinghai sneered out loud: "Meng Jianyuan, are you crazy?"
While everyone was either surprised or sneering, Meng Kongchan’s eyes shone brightly. He suddenly raised his hand, and with several overlapping screams, the eight third-level God Lords that Yun Che had pointed out earlier were simultaneously brought into the field by an irresistible force, and stood side by side with the stunned An Zhiming.
"Yuan'er," Meng Kongchan said calmly, "I will only ask you once, are you sure you want to fight all nine of them at the same time?"
“Of course.” Yun Che turned around and responded without even a moment’s hesitation: “As a man, you should speak your mind and keep your word! Otherwise, you are no different from those deceitful and ugly people.”
Click... Meng Jianxi clearly heard the sound of his teeth cracking.
"Okay!" Meng Kongchan nodded slowly: "All nine of you must attack together, and you must use all your strength. If you win, you will be rewarded without punishment. But if you dare not use your full strength... you will be severely punished!"
Every word of the God is of great weight!
It also made the already surprised people even more confused.
“I will obey the order of the Divine Lord!” An Zhiming responded loudly. He seemed to want to end it all as soon as possible. The spear in his hand was already surrounded by a mysterious light, pointing directly at Yun Che: “See Emperor Yuan, please teach me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious light on the spear body turned into thunder, and his whole body rushed straight towards Yun Che like thunder running down the ground.
The power he unleashed was clearly the limit of the third level of the Divine Lord Realm... undoubtedly his full strength.
At an extremely close distance, the lightning flashed with all its strength in an instant. In the eyes of everyone, Yun Che, who was in a scattered form, had no way to avoid it.
This is indeed the case.
Swish!
After the loud bang of lightning splitting the sky, the sound of thunder suddenly stopped.
Yun Che still stood in the same place, without moving an inch, and even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.
He only raised his right hand and pushed forward with the tip of his index finger… and the silver spear carrying the full might of An Zhiming actually stopped in front of Yun Che’s fingertips.
Even the lightning on the gun body disappeared.
An Zhiming maintained a forward-charging posture, but he was frozen there as if frozen in ice... The blood was rapidly draining from his face, and his pupils were dilated rapidly, as if he had encountered the most extreme shock in the world.
There was a dead silence at the scene, and then amid the chaos, countless people suddenly stood up or flew into the air, and then widened their eyes again and again, as if they could not believe the scene in front of them no matter what.
“How…what…is going on…” I dreamed of Ze whispering in a daze, stuttering with each word.
Meng Zangji, Meng Xuanji, Meng Jinghai, Meng Kongdu... and even all the masters of the Dream Palace stood up from their seats with the same look of shock on their faces.
"..." Dian Jiuzhi, who had always been watching the fun, was suddenly filled with shock.
The corners of Yun Che’s mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling, and then… his figure suddenly faded away.
Bang!
An Zhiming's figure flew away, and the silver spear in his hand had already fallen into Yun Che's fingers. He stepped on the Broken Moon Shadow, and a glimpse of an icy shadow that seemed real and illusory almost simultaneously passed through eight pairs of horrified eyes.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Eight times of body movement, eight gun shadows, An Zhiming's body was flying, and before it hit the ground, the other eight mysterious masters had all flown to high altitudes in different directions, causing continuous screams.
Yun Che’s figure finally stopped. Behind him, eight spear shadows that had not yet dissipated formed an exceptionally gorgeous dragon shadow.
He turned around and swept out with his gun lightly, instantly stirring up a huge storm that swept all nine falling mystics into it and then swept them down in front of him.
Bang bang bang bang...
A series of ground-slamming sounds echoed at Yun Che’s feet, fiercely impacting everyone’s endlessly frightened hearts and souls.
Countless mouths opened wide, Meng Jianze stood there stupidly. Even the masters of the Dream Palace had their eyes fixed, lost in thought for a long time.
The cracked red marks in Meng Jianxi's eyes had long disappeared, and instead, the pupil had enlarged to almost cover the entire eyeball.
Dian Jiuzhi had stood up without knowing when, and stared at Yun Che… at this man whose cultivation was only at the third level of the Divine Lord Realm.
As the recognized number one son of God in the Six Gods Country, he believed that his talent in the profound way after the awakening of the Great Wilderness Divine Vein was unrivaled in the world. But... when he was at the third level of the Divine Lord Realm, he could easily defeat opponents of the same realm, but it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat nine profound practitioners of the same realm in such a short moment.
It can even be said to be unheard of.
"..."Meng Kongchan's chest rose and fell noticeably several times.
The strange light that flashed in the depths of his pupils was so intense that it burned his soul.
Brother Fuchen did not lie to me!
This is more than a huge surprise!!
"Hahaha!" Meng Kongchan laughed loudly, and laughed particularly wantonly under the gazes of the crowd: "Good! Very good. You are worthy of being my Yuan'er. Even though he has been wandering for a hundred years and has not enjoyed any resources from the Kingdom of God, his talents and qualities are still so outstanding!"
“Such aptitude is more than just Zhuoran…” The Valley Master of Chenmeng Valley muttered to himself… and then quickly stopped talking when he realized what was going on.
In such a situation, once you praise one side, you will likely be dragged into factional disputes. The most sensible choice for a neutral person is to remain silent.
But at this moment, the balance in the hearts of these neutral people who have never been involved in any faction has gradually tilted towards "Meng Jianyuan"... and before this ceremony, no one thought that the returning "Meng Jianyuan" was qualified to compete with Meng Jianxi.
An Zhiming knelt on the ground with empty eyes, and did not stand up for a long time.
Bang!
With a loud bang, his beloved gun fell to the ground in front of him.
Yun Che's deep voice came from his ears: "It seems that you messed up the mission. I think the consequences must be tragic. It's pitiful..."
"Before you pick up this gun again, think carefully about who hurt you, and think clearly about who can save you in this situation!"
An Zhiming's empty eyes trembled slightly, and then the trembling became more and more violent.
Suddenly, he supported himself with his hands, knelt on the ground again, and shouted with all his might: "Please, God, please see the son of the abyss to save me... Save my Anmeng royal family!"
This sudden roar almost tore his throat apart, shocking everyone's ears.
Meng Jianze's face suddenly changed.
Meng Kongchan glanced at Yun Che first, then said calmly: “Save you? What do you mean?”
An Zhiming suddenly raised his hand and pointed directly at Meng Jianze: "It's him! It's the son of Emperor Jianze! He threatened me with the lives of my father and sister, and asked me to take the initiative to provoke and challenge the son of God Jianyuan at the enthronement ceremony today, and then defeat him in the most humiliating way, so that he will never have any face again..."
"Shut up!"
Meng Jianze jumped up and shouted, his face as red as a pig's liver: "An Zhiming! You are so bold that you dare to slander me in front of the Father God!"
At this point, An Zhiming had no way out. He faced Meng Jianze with a fierce look in his eyes, and every word he said was filled with soul-stirring sorrow: "I, An Zhiming, swear on my life and the glory of my entire life that if I say even a single word falsely, I will..."
"How dare you continue to slander me! You deserve to die!"
Meng Jianze's whole face was blue and black like dried blood. He suddenly flew over, his palms grasping, and pounced on An Zhiming like a wild beast out of control.
For the son of a god, even if he killed a prince of a small country in public, it would definitely not be a big deal without room for maneuver.
Yun Che, who was closest to An Zhiming, dodged and stood in front of An Zhiming... However, before Meng Jianze's power could reach Yun Che, a sword beam appeared out of thin air in front of him.
“Wooah!”
Meng Jianze let out a scream and flew back at a speed dozens of times faster than when he rushed out. He fell heavily to the ground, his whole body shrank, and he could no longer stand up.
No one looked at the miserable condition of Yumeng Ze, but all looked up at the sky with shock.
Because the person who did it was...
Draw a clear shadow!
Among the people present, he is the least likely to take action!
Yun Che immediately turned around and bowed to Hua Qingying: “Thank you, aunt, for saving me.”
In an instant, the whole place was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, and the only sound left was Meng Shuze's pitiful screams.
What did they hear?
I dreamed that Yuan actually called the sword fairy to draw a clear shadow...
aunt?
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