Asura Mad Emperor

Ye He gripped the Dog Beating Staff in one hand, a look of disdain on his face, as he said, "Do you really take me for a three-year-old child, thinking you can deceive me?"

As he finished speaking, his hand moved, and the surrounding void fluctuated, intending to draw the Dog Beating Staff into his storage space.

But in the next moment, a faint green light emanated from the Dog Beating Staff, and the rolling Great Emperor's Laws spread out, directly covering the ripples in the void, and the original fluctuations instantly returned to calm.

The people of the Heavenly Sword Sect all changed color, "The Dog Beating Staff is actually resisting Ye He, and it hasn't entered the storage space willingly!"

Ye He's face turned ashen as well, not expecting that Qinchuan's words would come true.

Immediately, he bellowed in anger, "A mere Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact dares to defy my will?"

After speaking, his aura surged, and the Dao patterns in his palm surged out violently, pressing down towards the Dog Beating Staff.

Seeing Ye He's aura pressing down on the Dog Beating Staff, it dimmed for a moment. Even as an artifact of the Great Emperor, it was, after all, an inanimate object; how could it resist the powerful suppression of a Supreme Saint Expert?

"Still daring to forcibly refine it, truly courting death."

Just then, Qinchuan's calm voice rang out.

The next moment, a black shadow, like a ghostly apparition, instantly appeared in front of Ye He.

"Slap—"

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Accompanied by the loud sound of a slap, Ye He was sent flying by the black shadow, crashing to the other side of the martial arts platform.

The black shadow was none other than the Red Luan. With a single slap, it sent Ye He flying and then spread its wings to pick up the Dog Beating Staff in its beak, flying back to perch on Qinchuan's shoulder.

Returning the Dog Beating Staff to Huang Tian.

From the Red Luan making its move to snatch the Dog Beating Staff and then returning to Qinchuan's shoulder, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Silence!

A death-like silence!

Below the stands, the elders of the Nine Great Clans who had witnessed the might of Qinchuan's Red Luan were somewhat composed.

However, there were many disciples who had never seen this divine bird before and, once they recovered from their shock, couldn't help but scream in astonishment.

"Holy shit, is Elder Qin's bird that powerful?"

"Isn't Elder Ye in the Great Saint Realm? How could he be slapped away by this tiny bird no bigger than a palm?"

Although the disciples had seen a lively little bird on Qinchuan's shoulder before, they had only thought it was a plaything in Qinchuan's hand.

They never expected

That this diminutive creature would contain such terrifying power.

Not only that, the elders of the Nine Great Clans narrowed their eyes at the same time, staring intently at the seemingly unremarkable little bird on Qinchuan's shoulder.

Luo Hui's eyes also narrowed. He had seen the moment the Red Luan made its move clearly but by the time he thought to lend a hand, it was already too late; the speed of the Red Luan had exceeded his expectations.

"This little bird's speed has surpassed that of a spiritual being and evolved into a divine beast. Judging by her speed, she must be at least a Third Rank divine beast—her strength is not to be underestimated."

Divine beasts are divided into nine ranks, and being in the third rank means it is amongst the top three ranks, equivalent to the ranks of a Supreme Saint expert amongst the cultivators.

At this moment, the elders of the Nine Great Clans thought to themselves.

"No wonder he could become the supreme elder of the Burning Heaven Sect; it turns out he has a beast backing him up!"

Only the black-robed elder from the Heavenly Sword Sect first showed a flash of something different in his eyes, then a look of respect and admiration appeared on his face

He thought to himself, "Worthy of someone from the sanctuary, even the pets he keeps possess such strength."

After being slapped away, Ye He didn't react for a while, one hand covering the swollen half of his face.

"Qinchuan—"

"First you slaughter my Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, then you insult me. Today, I will fight you to the death!"

His heart blazed with a raging fire, Ning Pan had died, the Half-Step Supreme Dao Artifact that had been exchanged with Ning Pan was snatched away, and he himself had been sent flying with a slap.

All of this seemed to have been triggered by Qinchuan. Now, with all the anger accumulating, it was all ignited by this beast.

At this moment, he wished nothing more than to grind Qinchuan's bones to dust and scatter them to the winds.

Ye He soared into the sky and struck out ruthlessly. A Palm Imprint swirled out from his hand, the void shimmered with a golden radiance, pressing directly towards Qinchuan with crushing force.

Just then, two voices rang out simultaneously.

"How dare you, Ye He, run wild in my Burning Heaven Sect?"

"Insolence—"

The two voices echoed at the same time. The first belonged to Chi Shan. Even though he knew Qinchuan was not afraid of the opponent, he still stepped forward and stood in front of Qinchuan, protecting him.

The other figure who acted was beyond everyone's expectations: it was the black-robed elder from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He stepped onto the Martial Arts Platform in a single stride and waved his hand. From his palm emerged the Great Dao Principles, a deluge of Dao Patterns swirling around, with one slap he shattered the Palm Imprint, and with another, he pressed down on Ye He, pinning him instantly to the ground.@@novelbin@@

"Envo—"

"What are you doing?"

Ye He was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected that the envoy would take action to stop him. Now rendered immobile, he could only stand there, his eyes full of confusion and his tone filled with resentment.

"Have you forgotten the purpose of our coming here?"

The black-robed elder spoke indifferently, his voice low and stern with rebuke.

Upon hearing this, Ye He was jolted, his mind instantly clearing.

With a reminder from the black-robed elder, Ye He calmed down.

The calm Ye He was fraught with fear, sweating profusely.

They had come here to stall the elders of the Burning Heaven Sect. If he allowed his anger to provoke a premature conflict with Burning Heaven now, it would likely ruin all of Jiuxiang Ancient Country's intricate schemes.

If Jiuxiang Ancient Country's scheme failed, the blame would surely fall on him.

But if he were to endure this insult, in less than half a day, Burning Heaven would perish. Both his vengeance for Ning Pan and his grudge for the theft could be avenged.

Thinking this, Ye He gave Qinchuan a malicious glance, his tone seething with venom, "I'll let you live for a couple more hours. In two hours, I'll make you kneel before me and beg for mercy."

In his eyes, the Burning Heaven Sect only had two hours of life left. In two hours, Jiuxiang Ancient Country's plan would be set in motion, and no one in Burning Heaven would escape.

Then, he would make Qinchuan wish for life in vain and beg for death in desperation.

"Hehehe, how amusing, how amusing. After so many years, no ant has dared speak to me like this," Qinchuan said, leisurely cleaning his ear, "You should be grateful someone stopped you from touching this young master, otherwise you would already be a corpse by now."

"Arrogance!"

As Qinchuan spoke, anger constricted in Ye He once more, but ultimately, he held it back.

Qinchuan paid no more attention to Ye He but turned to Chi Shan and said, "Little Shanzi, since all the disciples have used up their challenge opportunities, announce the end of the competition."

Chi Shan immediately understood.

He walked up to the Martial Arts Platform and declared the end of this round of the disciples' competition.

Huang Tian stood at the top of the leaderboard with over 5,000 Points, securing first place and winning a total of nine Supreme Treasures, including the Fusang Fruit, which incited envy in the other disciples. Yet, they all recognized that Huang Tian deserved it and congratulated him one after another.

Overnight, Huang Tian went from being an obscure disciple to a celebrated figure within the Burning Heaven Sect.

All this happened simply because Qinchuan had repaired his Divine Sense and casually offered him a few words of guidance.

Among the remaining second to tenth places, because Huang Tian had consecutively challenged and taken away half of the points from the disciples of the Nine Great Clans, now only the disciples of the Qianxing Clan and Red Blood Sword Sect occupied the ninth and tenth spots. Ning Pan, due to his death, had been removed from the ranking altogether.

The Nine Sword Sects arrived one after another, but in the end, they only occupied two spots in the top ten, which was a massive loss of face.

The greatest loss was suffered by the Heavenly Sword Sect, whose disciples died, Emperor's artifacts were taken, leaving them with nothing.