Chapter 392: I Have No Interest, You Have No Ability!
“What are you doing there?”
“Doing you!”
As soon as this was said, the atmosphere on site immediately became incredibly tense!
With a boom!
Xuan Qiubai’s strong aura erupted instantly; not only that, but the Second Deacon behind him also felt a powerful threat. His killing intent surged, akin to a cheetah aiming at its prey.
However, facing such oppressive energy, the Ancestral Master showed no reaction at all, still smiling calmly, wanting to see how the other side would move.
“Are you going to go against me?”
Xuan Qiubai’s voice was icy as he asked.
“Bah! What are you? Do you think I would deliberately target you?”
“Then why are you stopping me from avenging my granddaughter?”
“Because the target of your revenge is my great-grandstudent!”
At this point, both of them appeared struck by lightning, exchanging glances in disbelief, never expecting that the Li family had such a background!
“That’s just one of your great-grandstudents!”
Xuan Qiubai insisted stubbornly.
His implication was clear: kinship varies; there could be many great-grandstudents, but his own granddaughter was unique.
He wanted to make the Ancestral Master realize—Zhou Tong was like a blade of grass by the roadside, whereas Xuan Ge was his treasured possession. Was it worth it to have a conflict over a blade of grass?
“You old man, since becoming a Peak Sage, I haven’t fought with anyone of the same level. Do you think you can be compared with me?”
The Ancestral Master laughed coldly, “Let me tell you: if a single hair falls from my great-grandstudent, I will wipe out everyone in your Profound Sky Hall, because in my eyes, you have so little value!”
This statement set the sparks flying!
Despite everything, the opposition was one of the most formidable human forces, and with a Peak Sage presiding, such words were nothing short of a slap in the face!
“You old hag, do you really think you’re something? Don’t overestimate yourself!”
The Second Deacon burst out entirely; originally a well-built middle-aged man, but as the momentum expanded, his body suddenly swelled.
In the blink of an eye, he became brawny and tall, his back like a black bear, standing over two meters tall, exuding terrifying power.
“I’m going to count to three. I advise you to leave quickly, or else we don’t recommend going to war with the Joyful Union Sect!”
Hearing this, the Ancestral Master simply laughed.
“Since when do little ants like you have the right to speak here? You Profound Sky Hall’s little beasts really lack upbringing. If necessary, I can discipline you!”
“What did you say?”
The Second Deacon’s eyes widened with rage. Had he ever suffered such humiliation? He was a Sage at the Eighth Layer! He was just one step away from the other!
If he exerted himself fully, even if he couldn’t defeat the opponent, he could probably leave them with lifelong scars!
On what grounds did this old hag dare to look down on him so much?
“Don’t think I’m afraid of you. Even I can fight you a bit. Plus with my big brother, I can definitely make you…”
Before he could finish, he was directly interrupted by the Ancestral Master!
“Poof!”
The Ancestral Master looked at him with contempt, parted her lips slightly, and exhaled a breath.
Like a mortal gently blowing, that breath suddenly became incredibly solid, breaking through the void, disregarding the Grand Deacon’s blockade and smashing directly onto the Second Deacon’s chest!
“Ah ah ah!!!”
The other side let out a piercing scream, blood streaming from all seven orifices, uncontrollably flying backward!
This strike caused him heavy injuries—broken bones, blocked meridians, dislocated organs, and his cultivation was suppressed!
And the opponent merely blew out a breath!
Breathing turned into a weapon, so terrifying!
“How is this possible?”
He widened his eyes, filled with deep fear, no longer the arrogance from before.
Was this the gap between a Sage at the Eighth Layer and a Sage Peak?
Or was it that only the Ancestral Master, as a Peak Sage, could achieve this level?
“Using my second brother to attack in front of me, do you think so little of me?”
As soon as Xuan Qiubai spoke, the Ancestral Master extended two fingers, pointing at his center brow.
This move was full of provocation; generally, few would dare to humiliate an opponent of the same realm like this.
“When did you get the illusion that I would take you seriously?”
“You old thing, the only reason I’m here talking to you is to give you a chance. If you don’t want to seize it, you can just attack directly, but the consequences of that may be more than you can bear.”
This was a naked threat; any Peak Sage would never tolerate such humiliation.
“Are you too arrogant? We are both Peak Sages. Are you really this confident in yourself?”
“Hehe… You better understand this: the reason you are a Peak Sage is that you can only cultivate to this level, while I am limited by the Laws of Heaven and Earth to remain at this level. Do you understand?”
Upon hearing this, Xuan Qiubai felt a sharp throb in his heart. Before he could respond, the mocking voice of the Second Deacon came from behind him.
“Since you’re so powerful, why don’t you break through to Holy King? Aren’t you also being suppressed by the Laws of Heaven and Earth!”
This remark made the Ancestral Master’s lips curl into a devious smile.
“Because I don’t want to crush a bunch of fools like you!”
She said lightly, “You have no ability, and I have no interest!”
Xuan Qiubai and the Second Deacon’s bodies trembled at the same time, having seen pretentious people but never someone this pretentious. She was just an old woman; what was there to be so arrogant about?
“Bah, who can’t talk big? Watch your tongue!” The Second Deacon spat, his tone filled with sarcasm.
“Haha… Then I’ll make a small claim: within ten seconds, I can send you to see the King of Hell!”
The smile on the other party’s face froze instantly. In a moment, he felt his limbs turn cold because the Ancestral Master had already vanished from before him.
A dignified Sage at the Eighth Layer could not capture the trajectory of her movements, which filled him with panic.
“Stop!”
Xuan Qiubai acted immediately, one hand tearing through space, trying to pull the Second Deacon back to his side.
“Stabilize!”
Suddenly, a single word erupted in the void, locking time and space directly, and the next moment, the Ancestral Master appeared right before the Second Deacon.
“You!”
The Second Deacon’s face turned pale with fear, and just as he prepared to counterattack, the Ancestral Master flicked her finger, causing his body to tremble violently.
Two loud bangs were heard!
Two piercing blood holes appeared in the Second Deacon’s form, one exploding his heart, the other his dantian; even for an Advanced Sage, this was a definitive fatal injury!
Before the opponent could even react, the Ancestral Master once again pointed her finger at his brow.
With two hits to his torso and head, even the King of Hell would shake his head!
If this attack was executed, a Sage at the Eighth Layer would immediately fall.
The entire process didn’t even require ten seconds; it was merely the blink of an eye!
“Don’t, big brother, save me!”
