Martial Saint Island.

On the massive white square, people from various sects came and went. The air was thick with tension, anticipation, and excitement, reflected in faces longing to achieve fame and recognition in the coming battle.

Atop the high platform, the waiting Grandmasters leisurely sipped their tea and chatted, basking in a comfortable ambiance.

The Penglai Wu Chao sat high above, seemingly asleep, their aura as deep as an abyss.

Bathed in rosy light and mist, on this island secluded from the world—a place akin to a fairyland—the grandest event of the Ancient Martial Arts World, a tradition spanning centuries, was about to commence.

Everything appeared solemn, harmonious, and orderly.

But then suddenly.

BOOM!

A loud blast abruptly sounded from the edge of the island.

RUSTLE—

A large flock of seabirds was startled from the grove near the beach, and the quietly flowing clouds in the sky began to surge rapidly.

The commotion on the white square suddenly quieted, and the chatting Grandmasters on the high platform all stopped talking.

Everyone subconsciously lifted their heads toward the direction of the explosion.

They saw the protective shield encapsulating the entire island clearly materialize, fluctuating intensely and creating dense ripples.

What's happening?

Everyone looked at the fluctuating protective shield with strange expressions.

Even a fool could tell this was the island's protective shield reacting violently to an external attack.

But....

Who would attack this place? Especially at this time?

It should be known, this was... Penglai Martial Saint Island!

The most supreme holy land in the Ancient Martial Arts World!

At this moment, there were dozens of Grandmasters on the island, countless True Intention realm masters, not to mention top figures such as the Penglai Wu Chao and the Heaven Lord.

For an external attack to occur at this place, at this time...

It was as absurd and ridiculous as terrorists attacking a joint world summit between Sum Country, the Distant Star Federation, and Havel.

Fortunately, after that massive blast, no further disturbances came from outside the island.

The fluctuations of the protective shield also gradually subsided.

The turbulent clouds calmed, and the startled seabirds gradually returned, one by one.

On the white square, people gradually retracted their gazes from the shield. Those who were walking continued to do so, the tense remained tense, and the expectant continued to anticipate.

The chatter among the Grandmasters on the high platform resumed.

Everything seemed to return to its original course.

The huge blast just now seemed to have been nothing but a fleeting episode.

However, this calm did not last long...

RUMBLE!

A more enormous blast sounded again.

BOOM!

This time, the beach at the island's edge exploded directly. After a violent tremor, the protective shield, which had just calmed, shattered with a deafening crash, tearing open a massive gap.

An extremely intense white light burst forth from the gap, followed by countless crimson-purple electrical currents cascading down like a waterfall, streaking across the silvery-white sand.

On the white square, people were once again frozen. Countless eyes stared towards the source of the commotion, expressions of shock and horror painted on their faces.

Atop the high platform, all the Grandmasters halted their actions, staring fixedly at the scene.

The Penglai Wu Chao, who had seemed to be asleep, quietly opened their eyes, staring expressionlessly.

The next second.

RUMBLE—

Under the gazes of countless people, a five-story white yacht swiftly burst out from the gap in the protective shield.

It rampaged recklessly across the beach.

Eight figures leaped from the white yacht, hovering in the air momentarily, their bodies radiating an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

These auras intertwined, surging skyward like a hurricane, parting the clouds directly above them.

It was as if a vast shadow, devouring and obscuring the light, was slowly spreading.

Before anyone could react.

A colossal black and gold carpet soared out from the white yacht.

The eight hovering figures each grabbed a corner of the carpet as they descended.

The heavy black and gold carpet landed on the silvery-white sand, continuously rolling forward and unfurling...

The carpet was incredibly long, extending all the way to the center of the white square.

Now, the eight figures stood on either side of the carpet. One of them spread his arms, which transformed into blood-red eagle wings, and soared skyward.

Beneath the black banner flapping fiercely on the white yacht's mast, the eagle-winged man suspended in mid-air let out a cold, eerie voice like that of a night owl—

"The current God Emperor of the War God Alliance graces you with His presence! All dogs of Penglai, quickly kneel and welcome Him!"

Instantly, the white square erupted into an uproar.

Atop the high platform, a series of powerful auras erupted fiercely.

In that instant, numerous Grandmasters on the high platform shot to their feet. All had grim faces, their eyes burning as they stared at the two figures under the War God Alliance banner, who were strolling leisurely from the white yacht onto the black and gold carpet.

***

"Ugh..."

Outside the island, the flat-topped man on the speedboat looked dumbfounded at the scene. His throat felt constricted as if by a hand, his Adam's apple bobbing, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

After a moment, he managed to recover from his immense shock.

A touch of panic surfaced on his face. He gritted his teeth, kicked away the skinny man driving the speedboat, and took the controls himself, speeding towards the island.

***

Meanwhile, the Rock Breaking Sect members, still preparing to disembark, stood stunned on their boat. They watched the white yacht—its entire hull now beached on the island—and listened to the cold voice echoing across the sea. All of them were in a daze.

Among them, the silver-haired old Sect Leader of the Rock Breaking Sect was both stunned and incredulous, his eyes blazing.

"The Evil Martial Association! The current Evil Emperor!..."

"How dare they... How dare they brazenly rush over here?!"

The old man's expression changed dramatically.

Suddenly, he shot out from his boat like an arrow, kicking up sprays of water as he raced across the sea surface towards the island.

His speed was extreme, leaving a long white wake on the sea's surface.

The Rock Breaking Sect disciples were still dazed when a muffled THUD startled them.

They quickly turned their heads toward the sound. They saw a large splash near the fluctuating protective shield; their silver-haired master was sinking into the sea, gurgling.

Only then did they react, shouting in panic.

"Oh no! Master hit the shield and got knocked out!"

"Damn it, why was Master in such a hurry? Did he forget the protective shield isn't open yet?"

"Quick, save him! Master can't swim!"

***

On the magnificent black and gold patterned carpet, Lu Yuan and Master Liudao Yuan walked side by side, slowly descending from the white yacht.

The middle section of the carpet was held aloft by the Evil Energy Power Fields of several Protectors from the Evil Martial Association. Walking on it felt as solid as treading on firm ground, with no sense of unsteadiness.

"Liu, what do you think of our entrance? I made them rehearse it for quite some time."

As Lu Yuan walked, he chatted casually with Master Liudao Yuan beside him.

At this point, Liu seemed robotic; each movement was filled with stiffness.

Lu Yuan could even hear the rapid THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of Liu's heart in his chest.

It seemed this 'showdown' of his had indeed dealt a significant shock to Liu.

However, Liu's mental fortitude was strong, and he quickly calmed his turbulent emotions.

"How much more are you hiding from me?" Liu took a shallow breath and asked in a low voice.

"Not much more," Lu Yuan replied quietly. "After all, how old am I this year..."

"....."

A blue light flashed in Liu's eyes as his gaze locked onto a specific spot.

Following his line of sight, Lu Yuan saw an emotionless middle-aged man standing on a high platform in the distance.

Lu Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. "You'll take care of the one surnamed Cai?"

"He was always mine."

Liu narrowed his eyes, then shifted his gaze, quickly scanning the entire vista before him.

"Excluding the Penglai Wu Chao and the Heaven Lord, there are thirty-eight Grandmasters in total, and at least two hundred at the True Intention realm.... You've thoroughly shamed Penglai this time. They'll never let you off easily; even Yellow Bear's status won't help. I'd like to see how you plan to clean up this mess..."

Lu Yuan laughed at this. He looked at him and asked, "Never mind how I'll clean it up. Let me ask you... isn't this thrilling? Isn't it satisfying?"

Liu shot him a glare but said nothing.

The two continued down the carpet.

Lu Yuan spoke quietly to Liu. They were walking past the eight Evil Martial Association Protectors who were holding up the black and gold carpet.

"...Among these eight, you can only fully trust that one." Lu Yuan gestured towards the silent Guardian Xiang.

"He'll help you no matter what. Those two, you can trust them by half. They definitely wouldn't die for you, but if you need them to cover your escape, that's not a problem." Lu Yuan gestured towards Guard Ying and the horse-faced Guardian Lin.

"The remaining few are either turncoats or harbor ulterior motives. If a real fight breaks out, they might flee faster than you..."

Hearing Lu Yuan's assessment, Liu couldn't help but frown. "Just these few people, and hardly any of them reliable... With this kind of setup, you dare bring me to storm Penglai's gates?"

"Ah, these are the conditions. We'll have to make do," Lu Yuan said, shaking his head helplessly.

PLOP—

Finally, after walking the several-kilometer-long black and gold carpet, their feet landed solidly on the ground in the center of the white square.

Countless gazes were fixed on them. An invisible pressure in the air steadily accumulated, like an ever-growing, ever-heightening mountain suspended above their heads, slowly descending.

The ubiquitous, immense, and complex pressure in the air gave both of them the feeling of standing in a deadly battlefield formation, surrounded by thousands of soldiers, with countless spears pointed precariously at them.

"Teacher," Lu Yuan said softly to Liu, glancing around.

"When the fighting starts, I won't be able to look out for you. You absolutely... must not get yourself killed."

"Don't worry," Liu snorted coldly. "I have more ways to stay alive than you do."

"That's good." Lu Yuan nodded, his last wisp of concern vanishing.

He raised his gaze, looking straight ahead into the distance.

He saw the three-tiered high platform.

He saw the dozens of Grandmasters on the first tier.

He saw the Penglai Wu Chao on the second tier.

And on the third tier, he saw a figure half-hidden in the cascading rosy light.

Behind the figure was a long stairway, seemingly leading to the heavens.

Lu Yuan was surveying the path he would take to charge through.

Soon, he had seen it all.

Withdrawing his gaze, he lowered his head slightly.

Such a grand entrance, he murmured, in a voice only he could hear. If I can't withstand what comes next, it'll be incredibly embarrassing....

Having said this, Lu Yuan looked up again, his face now a mask of calm and composure.

Slowly, he took another step forward.

The immense pressure in the void, like the condemnation of a thousand accusers, suddenly intensified.

It was like an invisible mountain, poised to crush him at any moment.

Lu Yuan felt this pressure. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he slowly exhaled.

When his eyes opened again, they were filled with a dazzling light.

He felt the blood in his veins begin to warm. His spirit grew active and excited; every cell in his body seemed to cheer, to shout, to anticipate...

Lu Yuan's eyes grew increasingly brighter.

The airflow around him gradually began to stir...

The next second.

BOOM!

An aura, like an erupting volcano, burst violently from him, directly smashing, crushing, and obliterating the great mountain of pressure above his head...

It then transformed into a colossal wave tens of meters high, spreading out surgeingly in all directions.

Lu Yuan's eyes shone like stars, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

His sleeves and strands of hair fluttered without any wind.

He took several more steps forward. Surveying his surroundings with a disdainful gaze, he smiled and declared, "The God Emperor has arrived. Why do you not kneel?!"

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