Chapter 363 - 168: Guanxi Plain, the Jiangbei Mortal Realm Has Arrived

Chapter 363: Chapter 168: Guanxi Plain, the Jiangbei Mortal Realm Has Arrived

There stood a city on the Guanxi Plain, one of the most formidable in the entire region.

A city whose City Walls were entirely Level 4.

The air was thick with a chaotic blend of smells.

The high-altitude bombardment from seventeen hundred Godslaying Cannons was the Jiangbei Mortal Realm’s declaration to all the powers of the Guanxi Plain—a statement delivered through pure, ultimate violence.

"Guanxi Plain, the Jiangbei Mortal Realm has arrived."

Before such terrifying power, the so-called top power of the Guanxi Plain, the Heaven-Hating Sect, seemed like a joke. The City Defense Grand Array they had just activated shattered completely without lasting even a single breath.

And this was the only act of resistance the Heaven-Hating Sect managed to make.

They didn’t even have time to beg for mercy.

Or perhaps they did.

It was just that their voices were completely drowned out by the thunder that filled the sky, rendered faint and inaudible.

At that very moment, of the hundred Flying Ships hovering high in the sky, the one at the very center, surrounded by the others, slowly descended and landed before the crowd.

A wooden staircase unfolded from the deck, extending to the ground.

A young man, leaning on a Jade Staff, descended from the Flying Ship accompanied by an entourage. He scanned the face of each person present, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Everyone."

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chen Fan of the Jiangbei Mortal Realm. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

The assembled factions who had come to watch the show were still reeling from the shocking scene. They wanted to say something, to not let Chen Fan’s words fall flat.

But as soon as the words left their mouths, their voices cracked. Their trembling lips made it difficult for them to even form a complete sentence.

Normally, although the Guanxi Plain saw frequent warfare, it was all fought with Skeleton Horses.

When had they ever seen something like this?

This wasn’t on the same level at all.

The Jiangbei Mortal Realm...

They had often heard the name of this rising power from Jiangbei recently, but their main takeaways had been: a rapid rise, pretty good marinated food, the Mortal Realm High-speed Rail, considerable strength, and high-Level City Walls.

They never knew the Jiangbei Mortal Realm had this kind of power up its sleeve!

"Domain... Domain Lord Chen."

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land’s Saint Master forced himself to calm down, stepped forward, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than a crying face. "Why didn’t you send word you were coming? I would have gone to welcome you."

"Regarding the Mortal Realm’s push south..."

"My Slaughter Immortal Holy Land is the first to welcome it."

...

Chen Fan chuckled and looked at the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land’s Saint Master. ’This one’s an interesting character.’ He had received quite a few letters of apology from this fellow recently.

He had yet to even display the Mortal Realm’s true power, and this guy had already started apologizing.

’That isn’t just cowardice. It means he genuinely doesn’t want to start a war, even if he thought he could win.’

So, Chen Fan had accepted his apology.

If the man had only apologized after this display of power, Chen Fan would have ignored it completely. ’No... if that were the case, this guy wouldn’t have even had the chance to apologize. After all, the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land was supposed to be the one made an example of on the Guanxi Plain.’

He said nothing more.

Instead, he gave the surrounding crowd a casual glance, then returned to the Flying Ship. The vessel slowly ascended, rejoined the other hovering ships, and sped off into the distance once more.

Before long, they vanished over the horizon.

It was as if nothing had happened.

If not for the deep pit, that is.

...

...

The surrounding factions that had come to watch the show looked at each other with complicated expressions. Even those who held old grudges had no desire to address them now; they just wanted to hurry back to their own territories.

It was like a swarm of ants fighting tooth and nail over a few breadcrumbs.

Suddenly, a person came along and crushed a bunch of them with one stomp.

Of course, the remaining ants stopped fighting.

What was there to fight about anymore?

’Forget the breadcrumbs; first, we have to figure out how not to be crushed ourselves.’

Soon, the surrounding factions dispersed once again.

They had come for the entertainment.

And they had certainly seen a show.

It had just scared them half to death.

...

The Grand Elder of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land stared at the enormous deep pit before him, his expression complex. ’A cup of tea’s time ago,’ he thought, ’there was a city here.’

Only then did the Sound Transmission Talisman in his pocket grow slightly warm.

"Grand Elder, a fleet of ships just flew by overhead."

"Oh. I know."

"Saint Master." He took a deep breath. For the first time, he was in complete agreement with the Saint Master’s decision. He was about to speak, but stopped when he saw the Saint Master hunched over, busy with something. He subconsciously opened his mouth to ask.

Just then, the Saint Master shoved a stack of letters into his hands.

"Take these three letters of apology. Have them sent to the Mortal Realm overnight by the fastest horse."

"We’re in deep trouble this time..."

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land’s Saint Master’s voice trembled with panic. "I’m out of paper. I’ll go back and write three more."

He had been apologizing to the Mortal Realm all this time mainly because he didn’t want to fight. He had believed that if a real war broke out, he could at least preserve his Holy Land’s legacy by using all of its hidden resources, even if he couldn’t win.

But now, it seemed...

If a real fight broke out, it would be a miracle if his Slaughter Immortal Holy Land could last longer than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Let’s go! Hurry back!"

"But..." The Grand Elder of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land hesitated, looking toward the deep pit. "There should still be secret chambers and the like in the pit that weren’t completely destroyed. Aren’t we going to go dig around?"

The Jiangbei Mortal Realm had left in an extremely nonchalant manner.

They hadn’t picked up a single Ghost Stone.

They hadn’t even glanced at the deep pit.

"Dig my ass!"

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land’s Saint Master snapped in frustration, "After that kind of bombardment, what the fuck could possibly be intact?! Besides, this is the Mortal Realm’s war prize! Even if they don’t want it, who would dare take it?"

"Hurry up and come back with me!"

This time, he really had to write a proper letter of apology.

He suddenly felt he had been quite fortunate.