The Palace of the God King.
Through the ages, this place remains breathtakingly beautiful. The celestial palace stands tall, seemingly nestled amidst a radiant golden glow, majestic, solemn, and sacred.
Exquisite jade steps, shrouded in mist, with jade grass covering the ground, create a magnificent scene.
However, the murmured curses from the surrounding crowd made this beautiful scene less so.
"Damn Huang, if he had reminded us, our senior brother wouldn't have died in there."
A young martial artist gritted his teeth and said.
"He must pay the price!"
"Really? What price do I need to pay?"
A calm voice startled everyone present.
Li Ming's appearance surprised everyone in front of the God King's Palace; no one expected Huang to arrive so quickly.
The younger generation of these sects suffered heavy losses, but the most core figures were actually alive and well. Standing in front of the palace gate, the holy sons and daughters of the various sects, as well as the strongest successors of the great sects, all looked towards Li Ming's figure.
Li Ming could have prevented these martial gods from dying, but he didn't report it. Many of the dead were their fellow disciples and teachers. Even though they all knew that Li Ming didn't actually bear much responsibility, that's just how human nature is. Everyone present had complicated expressions.
Among these people, there were also reasonable individuals.
Honestly, even if Li Ming revealed his identity and advised them not to go in, these forces probably wouldn't agree, and might even try to take advantage of this successor of the Azure Emperor.
It's just human nature to side with relatives rather than with what's right.
"Huang, how cruel you are! You killed my ancestor!"
A disciple of the Primordial Holy Land shouted angrily, his eyes filled with resentment.
In the God King's Palace, the martial god who died in the Primordial Holy Land was his grandmaster and his greatest backer. Unexpectedly, just because he wanted to enter a room in the palace, he was instantly killed by a terrifying attack.
Upon learning that Li Ming had concealed the truth, he immediately harbored deep hatred for Li Ming.
In fact, the Golden Roc Palace that Li Ming had visited before also contained many restrictions left over from ancient times, but Peng Tianyu managed to avoid them, which saved him a lot of trouble.
"Give me back the life of my cult leader!"
The remaining disciples of the Zhenwu Sect roared in unison, their voices terrifying, as if they were about to demand Li's life on the spot.
The Zhenwu Sect is a powerful force in the Yuanzhou region of the Eastern Region. It has a deep foundation and once had a past relationship with an ancient being. At its peak, it was comparable to a holy land.
Some time ago, he even directly fought against a force of similar level, killing one of their martial gods on the spot, which shocked the surrounding area and boosted his prestige.
Among their disciples, a young prodigy has emerged, who is said to have obtained an ancient inheritance from the sect and has mastered every realm below the Martial God level, earning him the title of the number one person in Yuanzhou.
Such remarks were frequently heard.
...
Li Ming remained calm, not even glancing at his disciples. He strode towards the Divine King Palace, facing the elders from various factions with composure and calmness, and said, "I have arrived!"
"What do you intend to do?"
Li Ming's tone carried a hint of disdain, which immediately enraged the already angry crowd even more.
"Grandmaster Uncle should just kill him to avenge Junior Brother!"
"Our ancestor died unjustly. If he is not severely punished, our anger will not be appeased!"
At the entrance of the main hall, many young disciples were shouting and yelling, and some even shouted at the sect elders with murderous intent in their eyes.
“Your Highness, how could you act in this way, causing the deaths of so many highly respected elders? This is an immeasurable loss for the human race of the Eastern Region.”
The Primordial Holy Son sighed.
“Every Martial God was a prodigy of the human race, a powerful ruler who dominated the ages. I never expected them to die so tragically.”
A young disciple of the Purple Mansion Sect also sighed, his tone full of resentment and reproach.
"Senior Brother Holy Son, you must stand up for us!"
"Huang, you are unworthy to be the successor of the Azure Emperor! The spirits of your predecessors in heaven will curse you!"
At the entrance of the main hall, many disciples from various sects and holy lands kept shouting, trying to demoralize Li Ming.
"Shut up!"
Li Ming merely glanced at them indifferently and said, "If we're going to talk, I'll talk to you adults. It's none of your business to interfere!"
As a descendant of the Azure Emperor, he holds a lofty position. Arguing with these inner disciples would truly lower his status.
It's even more unthinkable that I would shamelessly lay a hand on these people.
Even the holy sons of the holy lands are only considered to be of equal status.
Even a true disciple must bow down to him.
However, it was clear that the Primordial Saint knew that the Sun Saint had just been defeated by Li Ming, and that his strength was only slightly better than the Sun Saint's. He could not defeat Li Ming as easily as Li Ming had done, so he dared not provoke Li Ming.
Outside the palace gates, everyone was stunned for a moment, then filled with rage. Li Ming was clearly not taking them seriously.
They should be on equal footing with their elders, or even superior to them.
"I'm here, what do you want?"
Li Ming stared at an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a white jade robe, in front of the main hall, and said calmly.
Before the God King's Palace, white mist swirled, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.
The white-robed old man, with a kind face and benevolent eyes, sat motionless amidst swirling clouds and mist, like a deity or Buddha.
The other party may be hiding his true identity well, appearing as an ordinary Celestial Realm expert, but the people around him are intentionally keeping a distance, and there is no hint of offense in their eyes.
In Li Ming's eyes, the other party's identity was crystal clear.
Name: Wen Taiyi
[Realm]: [Third Level of Heaven and Earth Realm]
[Entry]: [Primordial Daoist Body (Dark Purple), Primordial Eye of Truth (Dark Purple), Primordial Daoist Method (Purple), One Hearing, a Thousand Understandings (Purple)...]
A martial god-level expert, and from the Primordial Holy Land at that.
Their true strength is unfathomable; they hide among the crowd mostly to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control.
"If you publicly apologize to us and share what you got from here, we can naturally let bygones be bygones."
A powerful Celestial Being from the Primordial Holy Land eagerly stepped forward and spoke.
They suffered the most severe losses this time, losing not only a Martial God, but also several young prodigies and several experts who had cultivated divine bodies.
"I said, let the adults speak, like this senior, what do you say?"
Li Ming was too lazy to pay attention to these people at the Celestial level, and the young disciples didn't even bother to glance at him, completely ignoring his words. This attitude made many proud disciples furious, and the elder of the Primordial Holy Land had sparks in his eyes.
This is a blatant disregard for them, a clear sign of contempt.
However, the people from the Primordial Holy Land were also shocked. Elder Wen usually kept to himself and was not recognized by ordinary people as a martial god.
Upon arriving in this desolate place, he found this highly skilled master who had been hiding for a long time.
"You've got some nerve, offending so many of us and still daring to come here."
Finally, Elder Wen spoke, calm and composed, revealing no trace of his true thoughts.
"I have a clear conscience, so what is there to be afraid of?"
Li Ming stood tall, showing no fear whatsoever.
That is indeed the case.
He even wondered if he was truly connected to the deaths of these martial gods... how much life energy would that require?
Thinking about this, Li Ming felt a pang of heartache, realizing he had missed out on more than a hundred million.
"Good, good, good! You have great courage. You are worthy of being the successor of the Azure Emperor!"
An elder of the Zhenwu Sect looked grim. Their vice leader had fallen here, a truly earth-shattering event that they could not simply let go of.
The deputy leader of the True Martial Sect was a martial god who had cultivated for a thousand years. He originally planned to make a fortune for them in the Divine King Palace, but he unexpectedly met his end there. The True Martial Sect lost this pillar, which is a great disaster, and its status in Yuanzhou may decline significantly.
What do you want?
Wen Taiyi spoke in a deep voice, wanting to see how Li Ming planned to resolve this matter.
He was a Martial God of the Heaven and Earth Realm and an elder of the Holy Land. He usually devoted himself to cultivation, except for teaching one or two outstanding disciples. He thought this was just a formality and that the Martial God elder who went in was the one who would take the lead. He never expected to run into this troublesome matter, which was a real headache.
Although Li Ming has no one to back him up on the surface, if someone tries to make trouble for him without reason, even a holy land cannot withstand the scorn of the world, and may even suffer retaliation from those with ulterior motives.
The Green Emperor has been gone for ten thousand years, yet some of his connections still exist.
For example, the famous ruler of the Primordial Divine Dynasty in this desolate continent is said to have received favors from the descendants of the Azure Emperor and greatly admired the Azure Emperor.
It's impossible for him to have so many powerful forces suppress a junior on the spot, otherwise countless people in the entire Xuanhuang Realm would condemn him.
Even if the Holy Land protects him, it will most likely make many compromises... such as sending him to the Northern Demon Battlefield.
"The grudges between martial artists can only be resolved through a battle. I have a clear conscience, so let's fight if you want."
Li Ming's gaze swept over the crowd.
"Who can fight?"
The hall was filled with murderous intent. Many people stared at Li Ming, but when faced with his gaze, they all lowered their heads.
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