Chapter 1228 - When I See Injustice, I Draw My Sabers

Flying Cloud Tower occupied a one-hundred-acre estate.

Within a resplendent gold and jade hall, a sumptuous banquet was underway.

A red-robed bald man sat in the seat of honor. He was the leader of Flying Cloud Tower, and his name was Tie Ying.

“First, let me toast all of you, my distinguished guests. Thank you for assisting Flying Cloud Tower in capturing and defeating a mighty foe!” Tie Ying smiled and raised his cup.

The guests included the leaders of the Black Lotus Sect, the Divine Star Church, and the Thousand Demon Cult. Any one of them could shake the entire Dark Nightmare Realm with a single stomp of their feet.

“No need to be so polite, Fellow Daoist Tie. It’s shocking that someone was so brazen as to kill Emperors of Flying Cloud Tower within city limits. It’s best to kill someone so completely lawless quickly,” said Wei Shangfeng, the leader of the Black Lotus sect.

He wore old-fashioned robes and a tall hat. His beard was willowy, and he was in the late-stage Profound Unity Realm.

“Since when has such unpleasantness occurred in Skyblue City? We naturally ought to strike like lightning and destroy these criminals immediately,” the leader of the Divine Star Church, Yu Feng, said coldly. He was bony, with sunken eyes and cold, hard features.

“Fellow Daoist Tie, do you know who our opponent is?” Zhu Jinmo, the leader of the Thousand Demons Cult, said gravely. He wore a blue shirt, and he had youthful features, but at the peak of the Profound Unity Realm, he had the strongest cultivation in the room.

One more step, and he could prove his Dao and become a World King.

“An Emperor who appeared out of nowhere, but he’s extremely strong. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have needed my distinguished allies to send their experts to assist us,” Tie Ying said with a smile. “But this time, we sent over a hundred Emperors. This is unprecedented! Unless a World King expert gets involved, a lineup like that could sweep the entire Dark Nightmare Realm.”

He raised his cup. “Let me toast you once more. Once today’s mission has succeeded, I’ll...”

He’d only just said this when an urgent, mournful wail emanated from outside the hall.

“Your Excellency, this is bad! Everyone we sent on the mission... is dead!!” An elderly servant thudded to his knees outside, as despondent as if he’d just lost his parents.

The lively atmosphere in the hall instantly gave way to deathly silence.

They’d only just been chatting and clinking glasses, but now, these higher-ups were completely caught off guard. All of them stopped what they were doing, visibly bewildered.

All of them... are dead!?

What does that mean?

Tie Ying furrowed his brow, his eyes flashing with cold light as he shouted, “The heavens haven’t fallen, so how can you panic like this? Stand up and speak properly!”

The elderly servant hurriedly crawled to his feet, quivering from head to toe. He said in a quavering voice, “Your Excellency, all one hundred and thirteen Emperors we dispatched died brutal deaths outside As-You-Wish Tower...”

Boom!

Before he could even finish speaking, Tie Yin, Wei Shangfeng, Yu Feng, Zhu Jinmo, and the other peak authority figures of Skyblue City reacted as if they’d been struck by lightning. All of them were completely dumbstruck.

Over a hundred Emperors, dead!?

It had been less than ten minutes since the operation had begun, and they’d only just sat down to start their banquet.

And here they’d planned to feast and drink and wait for good news.

Who’d have thought they’d receive such dire tidings instead?

“We’re finished! I’m afraid we’ve really provoked a dragon this time!” The leader of the Black Lotus Sect felt a chill in his hands and feet, and his expression was unsightly.

Over a hundred Emperors, but all of them were dead!

This unquestionably meant that their opponent had an absolute advantage over them. Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly have achieved this so quickly.

Nor could he have killed all of them before they could even flee!

“Fellow Daoist Tie, are you trying to get us all killed?” Yu Feng of the Divine Star Church roared in fury, flinging his cup to the floor.

“I...” Tie Ying was dumbstruck, but just as he was about to explain...

Zhu Jinmo of the Thousand Demons Cult said gravely, “Everyone, it’s already happened. Before we do anything else, we have to take action to ensure that at least... we get out of this alive!”

With that, he rose and left the hall.

But it was then that a calm voice rang out.

“This place is rather decent. Wan’er, how about we linger here for a while?”

A soft, sweet voice followed immediately after. “I’ll follow any arrangement you make, Young Lord.”

Everyone instinctively looked over. They weren’t sure when they’d gotten there, but a group had arrived outside the hall.

The leader was a young man in blue. A picturesque young beauty in red accompanied him.

An elderly servant and an old man in blood-drenched Daoist robes followed at the rear.

These were, of course, Su Yi and his companions.

Zhu Jinmo had only just left the hall. His heart thudded in his chest, and he inwardly cried out,

This is bad!

Outwardly, he feigned calm and walked around, deciding that it would be best he avoided these new arrivals.

“Stop right there,” Meng Changyun said with cool indifference.

Zhu Jinmo’s heart quavered, but he only fled with increased speed. He even unleashed a spatial teleportation art!

Bang!

But a moment later, he was flung to the ground, ruthlessly suppressed. The floor split and caved in on impact.

The nearby flowers and grasses were destroyed, scattering dirt.

Tie Ying and company watched from within the hall. They couldn’t help but gasp.

We’re finished! Our enemies have definitely come to kill us!

“We want to cultivate quietly here for a while, so don’t ruin the place,” ordered Su Yi.

Meng Changyun hurriedly flashed him an apologetic smile. “This old man was too hasty. In a bit, I’ll get everything back in order personally.”

“This humble one is called Zhu Jinmo. I’m the leader of the Black Lotus Sect. We work under the Spiritmist Star Realm’s Thousand Refinements Yao Mountain. Senior, please show benevolence and spare my life!” Zhu JInmo cried out in terror.

“The Spiritmist Star Realm?” Su Yi thought for a moment. “I remember that the greatest orthodoxy of the Spiritmist Star Realm is Bluecloud Sword House. How does Thousand Refinements Yao Mountain compare?”

Zhu Jinmo stiffened, and his head drooped. “They’re not... at all comparable....”

“Oh,” said Su Yi, immediately losing interest.

Outer space was vast beyond measure, and it was home to a hundred great star realms.

The Spiritmist Star Realm was in the outer reaches, and its factions and foundations were far from comparable to the ten greatest star realms.

Its greatest faction, Bluecloud Sword House, was a first-rate ancient faction, but no more than that. They at most had a few Oneness World Kings in residence.

“Are you perhaps an expert of Bluecloud Sword House, Senior?” Tie Ying couldn’t help but ask.

“You talk too much!” Meng Changyun snorted coldly, raised his hand, and pressed down.

Bang!

Tie Ying’s knees slammed to the ground, shattering his kneecaps. Blood flowed down his legs, and he let out a muffled, agonized grunt.

The others were startled too. Too domineering!

Tie Ying was the authority figure behind Flying Cloud Tower. Over the years, he’d been like a local sovereign in Skyblue City. No one dared provoke him.

Yet now, someone had casually smacked him down!

When they took in Zhu Jinmo’s miserable state, Yu Feng and Wei Shangfeng both quivered uncontrollably from head to toe.

“Who here can tell me why cultivators from the Dark and Gold Star Realm have been targeted over the past year?” asked Su Yi.

All eyes subconsciously turned toward the kneeling Tie Ying.

Beads of cold sweat formed on Tie Ying’s forehead. “Senior, I was acting on orders and following the arrangements of the Big Dipper Star Realm’s Rainbow Cloud Daoist Sect.”

Su Yi’s eyebrows rose.

The Big Dipper Star Realm was one of the top ten star realms of the Eastern Profound Star Domain.

And the Studio of the Heart was its hegemon!

As for the Rainbow Cloud Daoist Sect....

Su Yi struggled to recall, but in the end, he finally remembered. Numerous experts of factions subordinate to the Studio of the Heart had participated in the battle atop the Sea of Falling Stars.

Among these experts, there was a World King who seemed to hail from the Rainbow Cloud Daoist Sect.

But there had been so many people there that Su Yi had disregarded him, resulting in him not recalling him right away.

They might have been acting on the Rainbow Cloud Daoist Sect’s orders, but I’m certain the Studio of the Heart was involved,

murmured Su Yi.

A year ago, the curtains set on the battle at the Sea of Falling Stars. Afterward, the Dark Nightmare Realm started targeting cultivators of the Dark and Gold Star Realm.

This naturally wasn’t a coincidence.

In other words, the Studio of the Heart suffered a crushing defeat, and they were now venting their fury on cultivators from the Dark and Gold Star Realm!

The Painter is useless. The Studio of the Heart is worthless too. They dare not seek revenge against me. Instead, they’re venting their anger on the uninvolved. It’s truly disgraceful.

Out loud, he asked, “How do you typically contact the Rainbow Cloud Daoist Sect?”

Tie Ying grimaced. “Senior, I’m in no way qualified to contact them of my own volition.

“However, according to our agreement, they’ll send a World King over once every six months to take away the Emperors of the Dark and Gold Star Realm we’ve captured alive.”

Here, something occurred to Tie Ying, and he said, “Senior, half a year is almost up. If I’m not mistaken, Rainbow Cloud Daoist Sect will be sending one of its World Kings over shortly!”

Meng Changyun laughed coldly. “Are you threatening us?”

Tie Ying hurriedly shook his head and said in a quavering voice, “Senior, please don’t be angry. I absolutely wouldn’t dare!”

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask, young lord?” Meng Changyun asked respectfully.

Su Yi shook his head. He already understood the full sequence of events.

“Then what do you think we should do with them, young lord?” asked Meng Changyun.

Yu Feng and Wei Shangfeng seemed unable to bear the pressure. Both of them knelt and begged for mercy in a panic.

Just watching left the old man in Daoist Robes deeply rueful, and his chest heaved with emotion.

These are obviously prominent men long accustomed to power, and their cultivation runs deep. They’re top Imperial Realm experts.

Yet now, they’re like dogs after losing their masters, as terrified and panicked as could be!

Suddenly, a languid voice rang out.

“Old-timer, you’re a Heavenly Longevity World King, yet you’re helping your lord’s son bully a bunch of Emperors? That’s quite low of you.”

A thin figure suddenly appeared atop a distant wall.

He wore jade-colored robes, and twin sabers hung from his waist. He had youthful features, and his eyes shone with wanton, unfettered pride.

His arms were crossed in front of him as he looked askance at Meng Changyun, a contemptuous arc tugging at the corners of his lips.

As soon as he appeared, the entire dome of heaven suddenly darkened, and a piercing, austere majestic aura spread out like waters at high tide, filling the entire area.

A World King!?

Tie Ying and the others’ felt a chill course through them as they realized that this entirely unassuming old man was actually a World King powerhouse!

Even more unbelievably was that someone had stepped forth to mock the old servant without the slightest politeness despite knowing full well that he was a World King!

Does this mean that he’s... most likely a World King too?

Even Su Yi was a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected an uninvited guest to show up now of all times.

“Who are you? Why get mixed up in this?” Meng Changyun said coldly.

His gaze focused as he sensed how dangerous the jade-robed dual saber wielder’s aura was!

“Me?” The man in jade-colored robes smiled faintly, revealing perfect, pearly-white teeth. “A passerby. When I see injustice, I draw my sabers!”