Strongest War Emperor

After Shen Lang intimidated the group of Xuanwu Realm powerhouses, forcing them to back down...

Not only did he continue to mercilessly beat the Spirit Martial Realm disciples from the various sects right in front of them, but he also had the men of War Wolf chase down and herd back all those who had fled!

In an instant, countless onlookers were left completely dumbfounded...

In the brawls and skirmishes between most sects, unless there was deep-seated hatred or a conflict between the Righteous and Demonic paths, most would stop after making their point.

They would never push things to the point of no return, making the two sides utterly irreconcilable.

Unless you could completely annihilate the opposing sect, leaving your opponent an escape route was leaving one for yourself.

But in the eyes of the crowd, Shen Lang’s actions were completely incomprehensible.

This black-clad youth, still a stranger to most, had not only offended dozens of sects without batting an eye, but seemed intent on offending them utterly and completely!

The key was that his backer was the Profound Dao Sect, a Profound Iron Level influence!

Not some Spirit Copper Level influence!

Even the sects from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm, like the cruel and domineering White Bone Hall, wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant as to make enemies of so many other sects, right?

Even the White Bone Hall wouldn’t dare to make enemies of all the Profound Iron Level Sects in the Purple Chu Country!

Besides, this was just some friction between disciples. There wasn’t any major conflict of interest at stake, was there?

Seeing Shen Lang’s demeanor, he had likely already anticipated the arrival of the King Martial Realm powerhouses from the various sects.

To still dare to act like this, even while anticipating their arrival...

Just how much confidence did he have?

How utterly insane was he?

’Chaos is coming. It’s really going to be chaos... Why haven’t the Elder Ancestors arrived yet? What are we supposed to do...?’

Among the group of Xuanwu Realm powerhouses in the air, one of them was sweating profusely, repeating this sentence over and over.

These worldly and normally unflappable Xuanwu Realm powerhouses were now breathing erratically, their hearts pounding. Baffled expressions appeared on all their faces.

Down below, the scene was one of earth-shattering wails and complete pandemonium.

Because besides Qian Luo and his six companions, over a hundred disciples from the Profound Dao Sect had, at Shen Lang’s signal, also joined the ranks of the "beaters"!

Ordinarily, the cultivation of these Profound Dao Sect disciples couldn’t compare to someone like Qian Luo, a Xuanwu Realm Sixth Heaven powerhouse.

Their cultivation levels were similar to the disciples of the other major sects, all within the Spirit Martial Realm.

And with their opponents outnumbering them several dozen to one, they would have been the ones taking a beating if a real fight had broken out.

But with a group of Xuanwu Realm experts mixed in, and with the thousands of disciples already scared witless by Shen Lang, who would dare to resist?

They could only stand back-to-back, forming small battle arrays in a defensive posture.

As for those who couldn’t stand it and fought back, the moment they retaliated, a Xuanwu Realm powerhouse from War Wolf would rush over and deliver a merciless thrashing...

If you didn’t resist, you’d get beaten up once at most.

If you resisted, you were ganged up on and beaten to within an inch of your life!

And this was the smaller group beating up the larger one.

In a situation like this, never mind the ones being beaten...

Even the Xuanwu Realm powerhouses "watching the show" from above felt the urge to cry.

This scene was utterly absurd!

Utterly insane!

Unbelievable!

No one had ever imagined they would witness such a scene...

Theoretically, this was something that should never have been possible!

And yet, here it was, unfolding as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Countless people now lay on the ground, strewn about in disarray, groaning and whimpering. The scene was quite a spectacle.

Shen Lang stood on level ground with You Yue, Evil Song, and a few others, coldly observing it all.

In the woods, the Profound Dao Sect disciples were still playing hide-and-seek with the disciples from the other sects.

But with the members of War Wolf participating, the area for this game of hide-and-seek was gradually shrinking...

More and more people were ending up on the ground.

Many who weren’t yet injured saw an opportunity and lay down to play dead. At a time like this, no one cared about past glory or some bullshit concept of dignity.

Suffering a serious injury right before the grand competition and entry into the Yumu Cave Blessed Land would have too great an impact.

It could even prevent them from participating in the competition, which meant they wouldn’t be able to enter the Yumu Cave Blessed Land.

With this at stake, many felt perfectly justified in lying on the ground and playing dead.

And just as they’d hoped, the Profound Dao Sect disciples were mostly chasing those still scurrying about, paying little mind to the ones on the ground.

Of course, "little mind" didn’t mean "no mind at all."

Take Chu Qingcheng, for instance.

While Yan Qi, Shen Jianfeng, and the others were using their Spirit Martial Realm Early Stage cultivation to "hunt down" experts at the Spirit Martial Realm Sixth and Seventh Heavens,

Chu Qingcheng was strolling elegantly across the battlefield, like a tourist admiring flowers.

"Don’t be nervous. I’m not a good person."

Chu Qingcheng waved at the group of people strewn across the ground.

The people on the ground breathed a sigh of relief. ’Chu Qingcheng is Chu Qingcheng, after all. So gentle, so elegant, so poised. Looks like we misjudged him... See? All those other bastards are still chasing people down, but he’s the only one not taking part in such things.’

Just then, Chu Qingcheng squatted down next to one of them. In a tone of one disappointed in a student with unfulfilled potential, he said, "You have a remarkable bone structure, a truly great talent for Martial Arts. But you are young and impetuous, and your heart is still restless. You must exercise more self-control. Only then, with diligent cultivation, can you achieve greatness... Remember not to get involved in things like this next time, alright?"

The man on the ground was baffled but didn’t dare to object, so he just mumbled and nodded dumbly.

Chu Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction, his hand casually closing around the man’s Spiritual Artifact, the Lightning Halberd.

But he tugged twice and couldn’t pull it free.

The man on the ground was clutching the other end of the Lightning Halberd with both hands, refusing to let go.

Chu Qingcheng paused. "What are you doing?"

The man started to cry. ’You bastard, you’re robbing me and you ask what I’m doing?’

’How can anyone be so shameless?’

Chu Qingcheng shook his head helplessly. "In this chaotic world, the secret to survival is to remain foolish, but without realizing just how foolish you are... Do you understand what I’m saying?"

The man shook his head again and again. "I don’t understand..."

Chu Qingcheng sighed at the heavens, then lifted his right foot and kicked the man square in the chest.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The sound of breaking bones echoed from the man’s chest. He let out a blood-curdling scream, plowing a deep trench in the ground as he flew back, then crashed into a large tree and passed out.

The disciples from the various sects who witnessed this all sucked in a cold breath...

At that moment, Chu Qingcheng turned his gaze to another man two meters away.

The man shivered, and with a CLANG, he dropped the longsword in his hand.

"Mm, I like intelligent people."

Chu Qingcheng smiled brightly. In the past, that smile had charmed countless women.

But now, in the eyes of the onlookers, it was like the smile of a Fierce Beast from the Primordial Chaos...

It sent a chill rising from the depths of their souls.

While even the Profound Dao Sect’s own disciples watched, dumbfounded, Chu Qingcheng bent down to accept a Spiritual Artifact that another man had offered up.

Then, smiling like a poet, he declared, "I always feel the air should be fresh, filled with the bittersweet scent of flowers. But your arrival has filled this place with the stench of sweat and something like rotten eggs. This, I cannot tolerate..."

"If you hadn’t come here, how happy we would be... how happy *you* would be. Now that things have come to this, do you not feel immense regret? Do you not wish for time to turn back so you could stay far away from this place of strife?"

The man who had voluntarily handed over his Spiritual Artifact burst into tears upon hearing this.

He had paid a huge price, fought bitterly against Demon Beasts to gather the materials, then begged and pleaded with everyone he knew to finally find someone to forge such a powerful Spiritual Artifact... and just like that, it was gone.

Not only that, he also had two broken ribs...

This sorrow was a river flowing in reverse...

’If I’d known this would be the outcome, who the hell would have wanted to come here!?’

Chu Qingcheng couldn’t stand seeing people cry, so when he saw this fellow sobbing his heart out, he frowned and turned to find another target.

As soon as he took a Spiritual Artifact from another person, a disciple from the Golden Embryo Sect, that disciple also started to cry.

"A man sheds tears for only two reasons: for the common people, or for a beautiful woman. To cry like this over a single Spiritual Artifact... can’t you have a little more backbone?" Chu Qingcheng said, rolling his eyes.

"That’s not it... you’re stepping on my foot..."

Chu Qingcheng looked down, a hint of apology on his face.

But he refused to move his foot. Not only did he not move it, he even twisted his heel a little, strangely...

Moreover, he looked at the Golden Embryo Sect disciple with utmost sincerity.

The man stared back, dumbfounded, then wailed, his voice cracking, "I already gave you the Spiritual Artifact! What more do you want?!"

Chu Qingcheng’s gaze was fixed on the Sumeru Ring on the man’s finger.

The man’s vision went dark, and he nearly fainted on the spot.

Before he could pass out, he felt a coolness on his finger as Chu Qingcheng slid the Sumeru Ring right off...

"Chu Qingcheng! You... you can’t do this!"

Qian Luo and the others had been beating people with all their might, thrashing them relentlessly, but they hadn’t managed to make more than a few people cry.

But the moment Chu Qingcheng took the stage, the field was filled with cries of anguish...

The Profound Dao Sect disciples who witnessed this immediately discovered a new kind of fun besides just beating people up. One by one, they subconsciously glanced back at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang chuckled. "A person has two duties in this world. The first is to be a decent human being. The second is to not tolerate the bad habits of others... Anyone who provokes our Profound Dao Sect will always pay a price!"

He flicked his right hand into the air!

"ROAR!"

Having received Shen Lang’s signal, the Profound Dao Sect disciples roared as if they’d been injected with stimulants!

They began to frantically snatch the Spiritual Artifacts and Sumeru Rings from the other sects’ disciples!

A group of disciples from Renowned and Righteous Sects, outnumbered yet robbing the majority, were committing this outrageous act so openly and justifiably.

The Xuanwu Realm powerhouses in the air were completely dumbstruck...

Before they could even react, a single sentence from Chu Qingcheng below almost made them choke with anger and fall from the sky: "When you’re really poor, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of using something you’ve stolen yourself!"

The disciples from the various sects watched the scene, utterly crestfallen and filled with despair.

Those who had already been beaten to the ground ignored their pain and desperately stored their Spiritual Artifacts in their Sumeru Rings, then tried to hide the rings, terrified of being found by the Profound Dao Sect’s pack of wolves...

’How can people like this exist? Has the world changed this much, this fast?’

The group of Xuanwu Realm powerhouses in the air simply couldn’t believe what was happening. They were all dumbfounded, frozen like statues.

’Where in the world did these brats come from? Are they trying to bring annihilation down upon the Profound Dao Sect? And where are those bastards from the Profound Dao Sect? Why aren’t they doing anything to control this...?’

Someone, face flushed with anger, looked toward the courtyard.

Subconsciously, everyone couldn’t help but look inside.

One look was all it took for them to nearly cough up blood in fury!

Through the high courtyard walls, they could see the Profound Dao Sect’s Sect Leader, Su Wenxuan, and a few other old-timers, leisurely enjoying wine in a pavilion...

Just as the chaos on the field reached its peak, a furious roar echoed across the small lake.

"Shen Lang! What kind of hero hides behind Xuanwu Realm powerhouses? If you’ve got any guts, fight us one-on-one!"

"Do you dare to fight me, Ximen Aoxuan!"

The voice was brimming with rage, resentment, hatred, and a hint of madness...

The entire field fell silent. Even the Profound Dao Sect disciples paused, wanting to see who would dare to make such a challenge at a time like this.