Invincible Starting From the Nine Dragons Technique

Huh?

Hearing the sudden jeer, everyone turned in surprise. Their eyes fell upon a young man.

"Who is this guy?"

"No idea. That kid isn’t from one of our Nine Great Forces. We’ve never seen him before."

"Whoever he is, he’s got a big mouth. Bigger than the stench of my athlete’s foot."

The crowd all turned to look at the young man with skeptical gazes.

The young man was none other than Su Mo.

Huang Yanchen tugged at the corner of Su Mo’s sleeve and said worriedly, "Young Master Su, don’t speak so recklessly. Be careful, or they’ll target you."

After all, Su Mo had not only offended the Haoyue Sect, but also the Celestial North Sect, the Cangxuan Sect, and the Purple Cloud Palace.

If these people were to join forces against Su Mo, the situation would be terrible.

Even their Drunken Immortal Tower would suffer the consequences.

However...

Su Mo stared at Huang Yanchen and said, "I wasn’t wrong, though. The seal on the Ancient Stele has been weakening for nearly a century. It was already garbage to begin with."

Huang Yanchen shook her head in disagreement.

The seal on the Ancient Stele had indeed been weakening for almost a hundred years, but it was still as solid as a rock.

Case in point: the Purple Cloud Palace had exhausted all its efforts, spending one hundred trillion Spirit Stones plus a thousand Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, and still failed to break it.

For Su Mo to say such a thing was a blatant slap in the face to the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Insolent!"

Fu Tianbo said coldly, "Kid, watch your fucking mouth. Take a look at where you are. You dare spout such nonsense? Aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue?"

"None of your damn business!"

Su Mo retorted.

’This Fu Tianbo is so annoying,’ Su Mo thought. ’He even wants to control how other people talk. He acts like he’s the damn Celestial King.’

’Even the Celestial King can’t control what people say.’

’It’s not like the Celestial King owns their mouths.’

Fu Tianbo said through clenched teeth, "Your public jeering is a slap in our Purple Cloud Palace’s face."

"Then I’ll slap it!"

Su Mo said nonchalantly.

He had just made an offhand comment without thinking much of it.

But since Fu Tianbo insisted it was a slap, then a slap it was.

It wasn’t his face being lost, anyway.

’Besides, the Purple Cloud Palace is clearly garbage. They let down everyone’s hopes. Are people not even allowed to point that out?’

’That would be way too tyrannical.’

The moment he said this, everyone present was stunned.

’This guy really has the guts to say it.’

To so brazenly declare he was slapping the Purple Cloud Palace’s face—how could the sect possibly tolerate that?

After all, the last middle-aged man who spoke disrespectfully to the Purple Cloud Palace had been severely wounded in a single move by Luo Fenghua. He was still lying on the ground, spitting up blood.

"Is this kid looking to die?"

"Just watch. Luo Fenghua is about to deal with him. He’ll beat him so badly he’ll be looking for his teeth on the ground, unable to even take care of himself."

"This is what you call ’disaster follows a loose tongue’!"

The crowd looked toward Luo Fenghua and, sure enough, saw his face was dark with rage. His fists were clenched so tightly that his palms were bleeding.

’Damn it!’

’Where did this little bastard come from, daring to humiliate our Purple Cloud Palace like this?’

BOOM!

A terrifying storm of Spiritual Qi erupted from Luo Fenghua’s body. Like an enraged beast, he strode toward Su Mo, preparing to kill him.

Just as he was about to strike, the Ninth Floor Master suddenly stepped in front of Su Mo.

"Wait!"

the Ninth Floor Master stopped him.

Luo Fenghua said in a chilling voice, "Get out of my way. Otherwise, I will deal with your Drunken Immortal Tower today as well and crush you all right here."

"Heh, our Drunken Immortal Tower isn’t afraid of your Purple Cloud Palace!"

the Ninth Floor Master sneered.

Su Mo, standing beside him, was his greatest support. Even if the Purple Cloud Palace joined forces with the Haoyue Sect, they could still escape.

However, he was more interested in letting Huang Yanchen obtain the Martial Emperor’s Legacy.

Luo Fenghua was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting the Ninth Floor Master to oppose him.

For years, the Drunken Immortal Tower had always been courteous to their Purple Cloud Palace, never daring to go against their wishes.

’What’s gotten into them today?’

’Did the sun rise in the west?’

"Grand Elder!"

Luo Fenghua shouted to Li Dao Ming behind him, and Li Dao Ming immediately stepped forward.

BOOM!

An aura, no less terrifying than Luo Fenghua’s, instantly spread across the entire area.

"Martial Venerable Great Perfection?"

The Ninth Floor Master’s expression changed drastically.

Li Dao Ming nodded proudly. "That’s right. I reached Martial Venerable Great Perfection ten years ago."

Hearing this, any lingering hope in the Ninth Floor Master’s heart sank to rock bottom.

He hadn’t expected them to have two cultivators at the Martial Venerable Great Perfection stage.

Now, there was no escape.

Even Tianbei, He Tianteng, Hua Gu, and the others were shocked, their brows furrowed.

When everyone only had one Martial Venerable at Great Perfection, they could maintain a balance and keep each other in check.

But now, the Purple Cloud Palace had two. The balance was broken.

From now on, the Purple Cloud Palace would likely call the shots among the Nine Great Forces.

Li Dao Ming stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "Do you know why I’ve kept a low profile all these years? It was to deliver a fatal blow to your Drunken Immortal Tower at a critical moment."

"What?"

The Ninth Floor Master’s face turned dark. "So your Purple Cloud Palace planned to annihilate our Drunken Immortal Tower all along? You hid your intentions well."

"It’s good that you know!"

Li Dao Ming said indifferently, "From this day forward, the Drunken Immortal Tower will no longer be one of the Nine Great Forces!"

"We’ll fight you to the death!"

the Ninth Floor Master said through gritted teeth, "Even if we are annihilated, we will severely wound your Purple Cloud Palace."

RUMBLE!

As tensions reached a breaking point and both sides prepared to slaughter each other, Su Mo sighed. "Sigh... this seal really is garbage."

With that, Su Mo walked toward the Ancient Stele.

Everyone watched Su Mo in confusion.

’What is this kid doing?’

’Could it be? Does he intend to break the Ancient Stele’s seal all by himself and open Emperor Heaven Valley?’

"Don’t stop him. Let him make a fool of himself."

"Heh heh, I’ll be keeping my eyes wide open today to see just how he breaks the Ancient Stele’s seal all by himself."

"If he breaks it, I’ll do a handstand and eat shit right here on the spot."

The crowd watched Su Mo with disdain, disbelief written all over their faces.

Under everyone’s gaze, Su Mo walked up to the Ancient Stele and then gently tapped one of the seal runes.

POP!

The tapped seal rune vanished instantly, and along with it, all the other seal runes rapidly disintegrated.

It was like a skyscraper collapsing after its foundation was pulled out from under it.

The entire process took only a second.

"Holy shit!"

"He actually broke it!"

"Who was it just now who said they’d do a handstand and eat shit? Get out here! I want to see it now."

Everyone stared at Su Mo, dumbfounded.

The seal that the Purple Cloud Palace, even after spending one hundred trillion Spirit Stones and joining forces with the other eight great powers, couldn’t break... had just been broken by Su Mo with a single finger.

Huang Yanchen asked in disbelief, "How did he do that?"

"I don’t know!"

The Ninth Floor Master shook his head, then looked at Luo Fenghua. "But this time, the Purple Cloud Palace’s face has been truly slapped swollen."

The Third Floor Master gave a wry smile. "It’s not just the Purple Cloud Palace. Even our Drunken Immortal Tower has been slapped in the face."