Chapter 463: Chapter 280: Not Targeting Just One Person; With All Due Respect, Everyone Present Is...

BAM!

But in the next instant, a ripple spread through the space here.

The expressions of several powerful experts changed.

The three men who had just been shouting all spat out blood at once. Their Qi Sea Dantians were shattered by an immeasurably vast aura, turning them into cripples. Their path of Cultivation was severed.

By the time they realized what had happened, their eyes were filled with shock and horror. It was obviously too late.

After destroying the Dao Practice of these shameless braggarts, Lu Mingyuan’s laughter finally echoed from the valley as an extraordinary figure appeared, standing proudly in the void.

"I am not deaf, nor am I a fool."

"You’re all in such a hurry. Could it be that you want to stake everything on one battle? To gather all your forces, defeat me outright, and declare this war over? All so you can carve up the remnants of Great Yan’s Celestial Destiny and Fortune?"

"But I regret to inform you all that you are not worthy."

Lu Mingyuan’s tone shifted. "Since you’re in such a rush, why don’t we make a wager? I will be the champion of this battle. If your strength is mediocre and your Cultivation is lacking, and you lose to me, then your nations’ Destiny will be mine. How about it?"

Hearing this, the gazes of Luo Lingxiao, Cao Zongxi, Li Muwan, and the others all focused on the Great Yan Army.

Their expressions were all different.

Many envoys from the smaller nations were delighted to hear this.

If the Six Kingdoms were to fight Great Yan, they would be happy to see it. They hoped the two sides would fight as fiercely as possible, using the power of the Six Kingdoms to destroy Great Yan first.

The envoy from the East Sea Country burst out laughing. "Lu Mingyuan, you’re far too arrogant, unbelievably so! How dare you say Luo Lingxiao’s strength is mediocre and her Cultivation is lacking? Which one of them hasn’t obtained Celestial Destiny and Fortune? They represent the pinnacle of power within the Middle Fifth Grade. Even a Saint wouldn’t dare to underestimate them. Who are you to look down on them?"

Lu Mingyuan’s smiling gaze swept across the crowd as his voice transmitted to all: "You must have misunderstood. I wasn’t targeting just Luo Lingxiao. I was targeting everyone here, and not just the Six Kingdoms. The truth is, all of your strengths are just so-so. It wouldn’t be difficult for me to take on all of you by myself."

Lu Mingyuan’s finger pointed to Luo Lingxiao, Cao Zongxi, Li Muwan, Wuxun, Song Dun, Chu Longxiang, the Nanli Sword Saint, the Old Eunuch, Yao Longchuan, the Celestial Dragon Abbot, Master Purple Sun, the Cyan Deer Great Immortal, the Bright Moon Immortal, the East Ao Dragon King... Every Cultivator present who was an enemy of Great Yan seemed to be singled out.

"Since I dared to lead this campaign to the Border Region personally, I didn’t come for a simple great victory or the destruction of a single nation. I want the Celestial Destiny and Fortune of all Six Kingdoms. It will save me the trouble of conquering you one by one. Better to settle it all right here, right now, once and for all."

"I will be the master of this world."

Lu Mingyuan’s every word was more shocking than the last. His sentences were spoken calmly, but each word struck like thunder, conveying a sense of ultimate arrogance and dominance to all who heard him.

Every Cultivator present was stunned into silence.

The entire canyon seemed to fall perfectly still.

An instant later, emotions erupted. Everyone felt that Lu Mingyuan’s arrogance and conceit had reached an absolute extreme.

A Great Scholar from Bihu Academy, absolutely furious, boomed, "Such utter contempt for everyone! Whoever can slay this man will be a paragon for our Central Plains World!"

Not far away, Sui Yuqing, who was watching from the sidelines, was already stunned.

’There probably aren’t many people in the entire world who could make a well-read Great Scholar so furious,’ she thought.

She had considered that Lu Mingyuan might act personally, but she never imagined he would cause such a massive commotion.

’This isn’t just provoking the Six Kingdoms; it’s provoking every other power as well.’

’What is he trying to achieve?’

While Sui Yuqing was racking her brain, unable to understand...

Lu Mingyuan was already thinking to himself.

’Is the effect I’ve created dramatic enough?’

’According to the divination from the Eight Trigrams, I must defeat the Six Kingdoms head-on to intimidate all the other nations of the world.’

’So naturally, the bigger the commotion, the better.’

’I look down on these powers that have sided with the Six Kingdoms anyway.’

The Crown Prince of Great Sui, Cao Zongxi, his eyes burning like torches and seeing through every detail, smiled and said, "Lu Mingyuan, aren’t you a bit too conceited? Do you really think all the proud talents of the Central Plains World are mere ants? I know Great Yan wasn’t chosen by the Celestial Mandate and you’re anxious, but don’t be *too* anxious. If you want the Destiny of the Six Kingdoms, you’ll have to prove you have the ability to take it."

Lu Mingyuan glanced over at him, gave him a contemptuous look, and said bluntly, "So you’re Cao Zongxi. If I recall correctly, in the Wilderness Grotto Heaven, you were the one who ran the fastest, weren’t you?"

Given Cao Zongxi’s current status and position, who would dare speak to him like that?

He was the dignified Crown Prince of Great Sui! Did he not have face to maintain?

The smile vanished from Cao Zongxi’s face. His once-placid expression turned grim, and he had to fight the urge to attack and teach Lu Mingyuan a lesson.

But he held back. Lu Mingyuan had to have something to back up such arrogance. It was better to be cautious and not be the first to stick his neck out.

Seeing that he actually managed to restrain himself, Lu Mingyuan was secretly disappointed.

’Cao Zongxi’s cunning is indeed a cut above the other heirs of the Six Kingdoms,’ he thought.

What Lu Mingyuan wanted most right now was for someone from the Six Kingdoms to make a move. That would allow him to seize the initiative, and it would be a tacit admission that his earlier wager was accepted.

If no one attacked, wouldn’t that mean there was no chance for his words to become reality?

Therefore, Lu Mingyuan could only continue his provocations. He looked toward Wuxun, a mocking glint in his eyes.

"The tragedy of what happened to you all on the battlefield in the Wilderness Grotto Heaven is still fresh in my mind. Perhaps I shouldn’t have saved you then. If I’d just let you die at the hands of the Demon Race, perhaps none of this nonsense would be happening today."

These words exploded over the heads of the heirs of the various kingdoms like a critical hit.

They were all unwilling to bring up the unbearable memories of the Wilderness Grotto Heaven.

It was simply too humiliating.

As chosen sons of heaven, they had been trampled under the feet of the Demon Race. If the common people and the Cultivators of the world learned of this experience, wouldn’t they become laughingstocks?

Their positions would undoubtedly be jeopardized, coveted by the other Princes.

Therefore, almost no one knew what had actually happened inside.

They only knew that the Human Race had suffered significant losses.

Wuxun’s eyes turned cold, his face ashen. He roared, "How could you be that Blade Cultivator?! Stop trying to disturb my Daoxin!"

He was still holding back.

Lu Mingyuan sneered. "What? You don’t dare to admit it?"

He feigned a look of realization. "Oh! I get it now. You’re afraid that if this gets out, it will shake the very foundation of your status as the Silver Frost Emperor’s Son, aren’t you?"

After hearing Lu Mingyuan’s words, many of the Cultivators showed gossipy, curious expressions on their faces. They grew even more curious about what had happened in the Wilderness Grotto Heaven.

"Your Highness..."

"Silence!"

Wuxun even barked at his own attendants when they tried to ask, shutting them down.

Clearly, he was not willing to acknowledge what had happened back then.

’The two Great River Flood Dragons I captured in the Wilderness Grotto Heaven have long since become my right-hand men. How could I possibly return them?’

Lu Mingyuan clicked his tongue. "If it weren’t for me back then, you would’ve died long ago. You wouldn’t have your current status and position. And you still owe me two Great Marsh Flood Dragons. You may have forgotten, but I have not."

"Insolence! Do not insult His Highness, the Emperor’s Son!"

Wuxun was still restraining himself, but the experts from the Silver Frost Empire could not. Among them were three Monks in red robes, who were Thousand-Question Arhats. They unleashed their Lifebound Buddha Treasures, launching them at Lu Mingyuan from across the distance.

They were all Arhat Venerables, Law Enforcement Monks from their temple’s Law Enforcement Hall, each possessing vast Divine Techniques.

Lu Mingyuan grunted. With a wave of his great sleeve, he drew upon the Power of Heaven and Earth in his Dantian. Time instantly slowed before his eyes, and everything appeared to him as if it were frozen.

He caught the three incoming Buddha Treasures with his bare hands.

The next second, time returned to normal.

The three Arhats were instantly disarmed.

Seeing their Magical Treasures in Lu Mingyuan’s hands, they were all dumbfounded, having no idea what had just happened.

"Return our Magical Treasures!"

The Arhats shouted anxiously.

"Alright."

Lu Mingyuan chuckled and readily agreed. With another wave of his great sleeve, the three Buddha Treasures transformed into three streaks of rainbow light, flying back and smashing into the Arhats’ Flesh Bodies.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

With three loud bangs, the three Arhats spat blood as their Arhat’s Golden Bodies dimmed and shattered.

Wuxun watched this scene, both shocked and furious.

His own men had been beaten.

How could he possibly endure this?

If he endured any longer, he would become a joke to all the Cultivators in the world. They would think the Silver Frost Emperor’s Son was a spineless coward, weak and easily bullied.

His entire body transformed into a streak of light. The Great Frost Dragon Bracelet on his wrist emitted a frost-blue radiance, and the roars of dragons echoed from within it.

A White Frost Giant Dragon appeared beneath him in mid-air, becoming his mount. Its scorching dragon’s breath gathered, ready to be unleashed.

No one had expected that the first person to attack Lu Mingyuan would not be the strongest, Luo Lingxiao, or the leaders of the other Dynasties, but Wuxun, the Silver Frost Emperor’s Son, who was known for his mild temper.

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