Chapter 1327: Saint King Level Power
Xiao Miao said in a deep voice, "How dare you speak the Sect Leader's name directly? Are you seeking death?"
Two emerald-green eyeballs flew up from his palm, and immediately, the phantom and ghostly shadow also released powerful sacred Dao auras, preparing to attack the Mad Drunkard.
"Stop."
Ye Xiaoxiang halted Xiao Miao.
"Palace Master Ye, what is the meaning of this?"
Xiao Miao showed a puzzled expression, while simultaneously using his spiritual power to control the phantom and ghostly shadow to stop, wanting to hear Ye Xiaoxiang's explanation.
Ye Xiaoxiang had met the Mad Drunkard once before and knew his identity, so she transmitted a message to inform Xiao Miao.
"What, it's him..."
Xiao Miao re-evaluated the Mad Drunkard, his expression becoming cautious. If this old man before him was Feng Zuisheng, he truly was someone Xiao Miao could not afford to offend.
"Greetings, Uncle Master."
Ye Xiaoxiang clasped her hands and bowed to Feng Zuisheng.
"Greetings, Senior Feng."
Xiao Miao also followed suit with a bow.
The Mad Drunkard only snorted coldly to express his displeasure, saying, "So you juniors still remember this old man, and still know what a senior is."
Ye Xiaoxiang said, "Although Uncle Master has not returned to the sect for many years, your esteemed position within the sect is irreplaceable. The Sect Leader also often mentions Uncle Master, hoping you would return for a gathering, and wishes to taste the wine brewed by your hands once more."
"Six hundred years ago, he killed Elder Ku's entire family and forced Fourth Junior Brother to cripple his own cultivation. At that time, our bond as fellow disciples was already severed. Now that he has become the sect leader, he suddenly recalls old ties—can I still believe him?" the Mad Drunkard said.
Daring to criticize the Demon Sect Sect Leader in such a manner, Xiao Miao's gaze turned cold, and his hands involuntarily clenched tighter.
Ye Xiaoxiang stopped him again, gently shaking her head.
Back then, Ye Xiaoxiang had personally witnessed the Mad Drunkard pointing at the Sect Leader's nose and cursing him even more harshly than now, yet the Sect Leader, who was always decisive in killing, did not slay him and ultimately let him leave.
This showed that the Mad Drunkard's relationship with the Sect Leader was certainly extraordinary.
The Mad Drunkard swept his gaze over Ye Xiaoxiang and Xiao Miao, saying, "What? Are you not leaving yet? Do you insist on this old man personally taking action to drive you away?"
Ye Xiaoxiang spoke up, "The two of us are following the Sect Leader's orders and must invite Elder Ku back to the sect to assume the position of Palace Master of the Elixir King Palace. The sect rules are strict, and without completing the task, we dare not return. We hope Uncle Master can understand our difficulties."
The Mad Drunkard was indeed someone not to be offended, but the formula for the Transformation Saint Pill in Gu Songzi's hands was something the Divine Sect absolutely had to obtain.
Ye Xiaoxiang naturally weighed the importance.
"In other words, you won't let this matter rest today?" the Mad Drunkard said, stepping forward as if riding the wind and treading waves, his long hair and robes billowing.
As he drew closer to Ye Xiaoxiang and Xiao Miao, the sacred might erupting from his body gradually climbed to its peak.
Ye Xiaoxiang and Xiao Miao exchanged a glance and began to mobilize their sacred Qi and spiritual power.
"Boom, boom."
Two explosions sounded near their bodies, and the powerful sacred Qi and spiritual power caused the air to detonate, cracking the ground with fissures.
"Senior Feng, forgive our offense!"
Xiao Miao once again deployed the Ghost-God Unmatched Grand Formation. The massive ghostly shadow and phantom activated, their powers linking together to form a formation seal five hundred zhang in diameter, pressing down toward Feng Zuisheng.
At the same time, Ye Xiaoxiang burst forth with incredible speed, charging toward Gu Songzi.
As long as she could capture Gu Songzi and take him away directly, the Mad Drunkard would be helpless.
"Boom."
A thunderous sound came from behind her.
Glancing back, she saw that the Ghost-God Unmatched Grand Formation deployed by Xiao Miao had been shattered by a single palm strike from the Mad Drunkard, the ghostly shadow and phantom torn apart.
A destructive wave of air surged rapidly toward her, emitting a crackling sound, lifting a thick layer of mud and rock as if the world were turning upside down.
The Mad Drunkard pierced through the mud and rock layer, moving even faster than Ye Xiaoxiang, extending a dark, massive hand to grab at her from afar.
The moment the Mad Drunkard struck, the entire space seemed to freeze. Zhang Ruochen, standing among the Thousand-Leaf Sacred Heart Grass, felt an oppressive pressure that made it impossible to breathe.
"A Saint King's cultivation realm is truly beyond what a Saint can imagine."
Zhang Ruochen felt his entire body unable to move. If he were to fight the Mad Drunkard, even if he wielded the powers of space and time, he would be unable to execute them and could only await death.
The gap in cultivation realm was too vast; no sacred art or sacred method could change the outcome.
Ye Xiaoxiang pushed her hands forward, and the Xiaoxiang Divine Needles flew out. The Ten-Thousand-Pattern Destruction Sacred Force emanating from the needles condensed into a vast demonic cloud, instantly turning the area hundreds of li around into a dense demonic aura.
"Break."
The Mad Drunkard spat out a single word.
Immediately, the dark, massive hand pierced through the Ten-Thousand-Pattern Destruction Force, landing on Ye Xiaoxiang's body, sending her flying with sacred blood spilling from her mouth as she crashed into the shattered spiritual mountain.
The mountain, thousands of meters high, could not withstand the immense impact force, emitting a rumbling sound as it completely collapsed.
The dust raised by the mountain's collapse turned the sky gray, giving a sense of endless darkness.
"Whoosh—"
Ye Xiaoxiang flew out from the rubble, the demonic aura shrouding her dissipating, blood hanging at the corner of her mouth—clearly, she was severely injured.
Xiao Miao's spiritual power had also suffered considerable damage, his expression extremely dispirited.
The Mad Drunkard said, "Now, will you leave?"
"Uncle Master, it's not over yet."
Suddenly, Ye Xiaoxiang made a strange move, devoutly kowtowing in a certain direction in the void. Then, at her brow, black light patterns began to emerge.
Those black light patterns formed a talisman imprint.
As the talisman imprint grew brighter, Ye Xiaoxiang's aura became more powerful, and behind her, a majestic, cold, and domineering demon emperor figure appeared.
Though it was only a faint silhouette, the moment it manifested, all living beings on Immortal Mechanism Mountain trembled. Xiao Miao and the various envoys of the Dark Night Palace all knelt prostrate, like mortals bowing to an emperor.
"We pay homage to the Sect Leader."
They said in unison.
"A Saint Talisman—Ye Xiaoxiang actually carries the Saint Talisman of the Demon Sect Sect Leader, Shi Qianjue."
Within the Thousand-Leaf Sacred Heart Grass, Zhang Ruochen also suffered unprecedented sacred might pressure, struggling to resist, striving to remain standing rather than kneel.
Just a single Saint Talisman was this formidable, forcing Saints to kneel. Shi Qianjue must have reached the Great Saint realm, enough to be titled Emperor or Sovereign.
The Mad Drunkard sensed the danger, knowing he could not defeat Ye Xiaoxiang empowered by the Saint Talisman. So, he moved, arriving beside Gu Songzi and carrying him as he rushed out of the mountain forest.
"Uncle Master, do you realize that by doing this, you are opposing the entire Divine Sect?"
With the boost from the Saint Talisman, the power fluctuations erupting from Ye Xiaoxiang were even stronger than the Mad Drunkard's. From her pupils, two beams of light shot out, attacking.
"Boom, rumble."
That stretch of mountain forest was destroyed, vegetation reduced to ashes, leaving only two hundred-meter-deep canyons on the ground, extending hundreds of li away.
Just two beams of eye-light were this terrifying, capable of altering the earth's structure, turning forests into canyons, and affecting regions thousands of li away.
If a Saint were struck by such an attack, they would surely be annihilated.
If a city were struck by such an attack, all life within would certainly perish.
This was power surpassing the Saint realm, reaching the Saint King level, capable of changing heaven and earth, reversing the cosmos. Faced with such power, any being that was not a Saint King could only face death.
"You stay here to capture Zhang Ruochen alive and guard the Thousand-Leaf Sacred Heart Grass. This Palace Master will go seize Elder Ku."
Leaving these words, Ye Xiaoxiang vanished from her spot. Then, a patch of black demonic cloud appeared in the sky, chasing after the direction the Mad Drunkard and Gu Songzi had fled.
"No wonder after Empress Chi Yao ascended the throne, she issued the 'Sacred Decree,' forbidding Saint Kings from interfering in worldly conflicts. The power of a Saint King is truly too astonishing; every move causes massive casualties among commoners. Those city-protecting grand formations would certainly be unable to withstand this level of power."
Zhang Ruochen sighed, clenching his fists, filled with endless anticipation and longing for the Saint King realm.
In the Kunlun Realm, the leaders of most top-tier forces were Saints. Once they reached the Saint King realm, they would automatically step down.
The Demon Sect, Blood God Sect, Bright Hall... these heretical and demonic major powers, even if they did not comply with the 'Sacred Decree,' would not easily challenge the Empress's bottom line. Saint King-level figures generally did not involve themselves in disputes over resources, territories, and interests; mostly, the younger generation competed among themselves.
"Ye Xiaoxiang must have also stepped into the Saint King realm; otherwise, after taking a blow from the Mad Drunkard, she could not have gotten back up. The Moon-Worshipping Demon Sect truly lives up to being the foremost of the seven ancient sects, with a terrifyingly deep foundation. Just tonight, three Saint Kings have appeared." Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly.
In comparison, the Blood God Sect and the Moon-Worshipping Demon Sect were far too inferior. Even counting the sect leader's wife, who had just broken through to the Saint King realm, they only had three Saint Kings in total.
Outside the Thousand-Leaf Sacred Heart Grass, a rough voice sounded: "Zhang Ruochen, how much longer will you hide inside? Don't you owe the Divine Sect something? Shouldn't you repay it tonight?"
Zhang Ruochen walked out from the gaps in the grass blades, looking at the tall man wearing a metal mask standing opposite, and smiled, "If I remember correctly, you previously stated your name as Zhao Qilin?"
"That's right. This Saint is the leader of the Dark Night Envoys of the Starlight Hall of the Dark Night Palace, Zhao Qilin." Zhao Qilin said.
Zhang Ruochen nodded and then said, "It seems I don't owe the Demon Sect anything, do I?"
"The Divine Son Highness's Realm Son Seal was taken by you, and you dare say you owe nothing? Additionally, two Saint realm elders of the sect were killed by you. These two debts, you cannot deny." Zhao Qilin snorted.
"Isn't it just about seizing the treasures on me? Why find so many excuses? However, I still advise you: the Heir of Time and Space is not someone to be trifled with. It's not too late to withdraw now." Zhang Ruochen said.
(End of this chapter)