Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

Inside Lingtian Pavilion, at the Dongxuan Restaurant.

Amidst a chilling silence, the man in white slowly drained his cup, then leisurely rose to his feet.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his cold eyes fixed on the blood-soaked form of the Buddha's Son on the floor. His expression held a terrifying, bone-chilling coldness!

He was like a high and mighty god, looking down upon a pathetic dead dog in some street corner!

"There is nothing I hate more than being threatened."

"You had best not threaten me with that Jingkong Temple of yours."

The man in white said indifferently.

His voice, completely devoid of emotion, sent a chill down everyone's spine. "Otherwise, even if the masters from Jingkong Temple themselves were to show up, they couldn't protect you!"

The entire room was stunned!

From the man's tone, it was clear he held no regard for a major power like Jingkong Temple!

After all, it was the greatest power in the southern dynasty!

Even a random Cultivator from Jingkong Temple would be enough to make the four great clans of Dongxuan Province treat them with the utmost respect, as a guest of honor!

Yet in the eyes of the man in white, Jingkong Temple was apparently nothing!

The Buddha's Son was horrified and furious, despair creeping into his heart.

Clearly, his opponent's background was so formidable that he could simply ignore threats from Jingkong Temple. He had picked a fight with the wrong person!

No wonder the man was so tyrannical, attacking at the slightest provocation!

The man's disdainful attitude, as if he were looking at something utterly worthless, made the Buddha's Son's skin crawl.

"You still don't look convinced..."

The man in white suddenly smiled.

"What... What are you doing?!" the Buddha's Son cried out in alarm. He tried to stand, but a wave of excruciating pain shot through him, as if his entire skeleton was about to shatter.

"Just a little discipline, to cure you of your defiance."

The smile vanished from his face. Slowly, he raised a single finger and pointed it at the Buddha's Son.

At that very instant, everyone present felt an immense pressure crush down on them. That casual gesture seemed to contain immeasurable power, making it impossible to look at directly!

BOOM!

The air before the man in white exploded as an unstoppable stream of Spiritual Power shot toward the Buddha's Son's head.

If it landed, the Buddha's Son's head would surely explode on the spot, his very Divine Soul annihilated!

As the stream of Spiritual Power rushed toward him, growing larger with each passing moment, the Buddha's Son's pupils contracted to pinpricks. The terrifying certainty of his death flooded his senses!

He couldn't block this attack! And he couldn't dodge it!

He was going to die!

Scenes from his past flashed before his eyes, one after another.

But in that same instant, another finger extended, just as gently.

BANG!

The stream of Spiritual Power shattered instantly, dissolving into countless motes of light that filled Lingtian Pavilion!

An uproar swept through the room!

All eyes, filled with utter astonishment, turned to the person who had suddenly appeared in front of the Buddha's Son.

It was Ye Chen!

Even the man in white couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes.

"So, you've finally decided to step in?"

He chuckled. "And here I thought you were content to just watch from the sidelines."

"H-how is he so strong?!"

Song Tianxing, Murong Chen, Jin Shengquan, Yun Yongling, and the other peerless prodigies from the great powers were all stunned. They stared at Ye Chen, their eyes filled with utter disbelief.

The power the man in white had displayed earlier was terrifying. A single glance had been enough to grievously wound the Buddha's Son—a man hailed as the reincarnation of a true Buddha, a monstrously talented prodigy!

Yet this mysterious man had neutralized his attack with a single finger.

This could only mean one thing: his power was no less than that of the man in white!

The Buddha's Son gasped for air, the terror of moments ago still lingering in his eyes.

A mixture of lingering fear and joyous relief bloomed in his heart!

He wasn't dead!

It was as if he had been pulled back from death's door; a drowning man who had finally grasped a lifeline!

At this moment, as the Buddha's Son looked at the imposing figure standing before him, his heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

'So Ye Chen wasn't going to let me die after all!'

'He's even willing to face that terrifying man just to save me!'

To the Buddha's Son, that slender, imposing figure now seemed like a majestic Divine Mountain, soaring into the clouds—solid, unshakable, and bringing with it an immense sense of security.

"You were willing to kill him, just to force my hand?"

Ye Chen finally spoke.

Most of the people present didn't react much.

But Chi Ming and Song Yubing both jolted, their faces lighting up with joyous surprise.

'That's Ye Chen's voice!!!'

The Realm Spirit nearby, however, remained calm, its expression unchanging, as if it had expected this all along.

'It really is Master!'

Chi Ming clenched his fists, his heart thrumming with excitement!

'Of course! Only Master could have withstood that man's terrifying attack completely unscathed!'

When the man in white made his move to kill the Buddha's Son, Chi Ming had wanted to intervene.

Although Master had a grudge against the Sacred Temple that backed the Buddha's Son, the latter had stepped forward for their sake. Chi Ming couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

But when faced with the man's casual strike, he had felt an immense pressure.

The realization horrified Chi Ming!

'The man could make my heart pound with fear just by lifting a finger. His power was terrifyingly, immeasurably vast!'

'Thankfully, Master was here!'

Now he finally understood why the Buddha's Son had stepped forward to help them.

'It must have been Master pulling the strings all along!'

Before the eyes of the entire crowd, the man in white simply met Ye Chen's question with a careless smile.

"What of it?"

"It was just a worthless life. Even if I had killed him, do you think Jingkong Temple would dare seek revenge against me?"

He was completely at ease, acting as he pleased.

His tone dripped with an arrogance that treated life as utterly worthless!

The Cultivation Realm was, by its nature, an incredibly cruel place.

Even so, the man's condescending attitude put everyone on edge.

The Buddha's Son had used Jingkong Temple as his backing, only to be completely ignored.

'Doesn't that mean that in his eyes, everyone else here—including the peerless prodigies of the four great clans—is just as worthless?'

'After all, the powers backing them were even weaker than Jingkong Temple!'

"Heh..."

At his words, Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

"From what I understand, you're an Attendant to some important figure, aren't you?" he asked.

"What? Having second thoughts? Want to plead for mercy from my master?" The man in white's eyes were full of contempt, his expression mocking. "A pity. It's too late!"

"Not at all."

"I was just thinking of following your example."

"You tried to kill the Buddha's Son just to force my hand."

"So if I make a move to kill you... I wonder, will that master of yours come to your rescue?"

As Ye Chen's words faded,

The room was plunged into a silence so profound, you could hear a pin drop.