Chapter 377 - 175: Until You Are a Saint, You Are But an Ant! Bow Before Me and Chant the True Name of the Dragon Elephant

Chapter 377: Chapter 175: Until You Are a Saint, You Are But an Ant! Bow Before Me and Chant the True Name of the Dragon Elephant

As Weii Changkong channeled his True Skill, conjuring an Anomaly that sent his hair flying...

BOOM!

A thunderclap exploded out of nowhere!

It was as if a great sun had erupted with purple light, generating an immense spiritual pressure that bore down on Chen Hex with palpable tension!

"Did you think that I, a master at the Peak of Dragon and Tiger and on the verge of attaining the Title of ’Martial Saint’..."

"...would be intimidated by a mere husk?"

"Hah!"

"Never mind that it’s not him, or that he’s already crippled."

"Even if it were, so what?!"

"I am the Purple Mist Sect Leader. I have spent a full Hundred Years honing my True Skill. With one hand, I raised my School to be number one, and with the other, I’ve suppressed the entire Grand Lineage. Inside or outside Jiangyin, who can match me?!"

"Even if Wang Xuanyang himself came here at the height of his power, I would not fear him!"

Weii Changkong clenched his hand into a fist and reached toward Chen Hex. The simple act of raising his arm brought with it a crushing sense of pressure.

This was the suppression of the Peak of Dragon and Tiger over the Peak of Leakless, of a Sixth Realm Great Martial Artist over a Fifth Realm Great Martial Artist. To use the Power Barrier as an analogy, it was like one who had achieved Mercury Blood Silver Marrow facing another who merely wore a Daoist Immortal Robe!

The chasm between them...

...was simply not something talent or Secret Techniques could overcome!

With one hand, Weii Changkong suppressed Chen Hex, whose every muscle tensed as he assumed a desperate stance. Weii Changkong kept his other hand behind his back as he turned to look at Ji Xiu.

"Boy, I hear you’ve obtained the Celestial Blade School’s ’Ancestral Master’s True Inheritance’?"

"Hand over the Sword Plaque and the Spiritual Saber you received. Forsake your school, become my disciple, and light your Life Lamp. I will personally accept you and make you one of my True Inheritance disciples."

"You’ll still be able to practice the Secret Martial Arts of the Celestial Blade Style, and I will also pass down the True Skill of the Purple Mist Lineage to you. That’s infinitely better than sticking by this decrepit old man’s side!"

"And don’t think you can use your so-called status as Prefecture Chief or a Guest of the Marquis’s Mansion to pressure me."

"Even if Pei Daoran himself were here, if I say I won’t give him any face, then I won’t!"

"As for the Marquis’s Mansion..."

"I have defended Jiangyin for many years. Through countless Outer Dao incursions and upheavals at the Realm Gate, my lineage has accumulated immense merit. So what if he finds out I killed you? What could he possibly do about it?"

"I will soon be granted the Title of ’Saint.’ Don’t be mistaken and ruin your own future!"

Weii Changkong’s eyes were filled with arrogance. As he raised his hand, Purple Mist True Qi streamed forth, creating waves of Qi as he prepared to unleash any number of Martial Arts at a moment’s notice.

Just as he spoke to Ji Xiu in a tone that brooked no argument and took a step through the air—intending to shatter Chen Hex’s spine and strike a fatal blow to the Ancestral Acupoint between ’Wang Xuanyang’s’ brows—

THUD, THUD, THUD!

CRASH...

Great waves surged beyond the shores of Golden Turtle Island.

The sky on the horizon suddenly dimmed.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

The next moment!

It was as if a colossal phantom, hundreds of feet tall and in the shape of an ’Ancient Dragon Elephant’, was stepping onto the island, one foot at a time.

The mere wisps of aura it casually let leak...

...were enough to send the ’Purple Mist’ ships scattering like fallen leaves in the wind, instantly breaking them apart!

Moreover, even from a great distance, everyone on the ’Sword Casting Platform’—the highest point on Golden Turtle Island—felt a pressure like a tsunami crashing over a mountain, overwhelming their very souls!

This included,

...Weii Changkong, who was in the middle of manifesting his Purple Mist Anomaly!

"You said..."

"...that if he doesn’t become your disciple, he’s ruining his own future?"

The quiet words carried across the entire Golden Turtle Island.

Then, a tall, powerfully built old man appeared. His white hair and beard whipped wildly in the sea breeze, giving him an incredibly ostentatious air that was a complete departure from the decrepit figure Ji Xiu had seen before.

Then,

Xu Longxiang’s great, twenty-four-sectioned dragon spine held up the sky-propping Ancient Dragon Elephant. He stood poised on the crest of a surging wave, casting a single, cold gaze at Weii Changkong from across the distance.

"But do you realize that until the day you are named a Saint, you will forever be an ant?"

"So, seeing this Saint arrive in person..."

"...should you not also bow in pious reverence and chant the true name of my Title: ’Dragon Elephant’!?"