aircannonsinc Chapter 576 Demanding a wager from an enraged saint in public?
Chapter 576 Demanding a wager from an enraged saint in public?
In stark contrast to the jubilation on the Jiejiao side, there was a deathly silence and despair on the Chanjiao side.
Guang Chengzi slumped to the ground, his face ashen and his eyes vacant.
The Antarctic Immortal lowered his head, his enormous forehead almost buried in his chest; he didn't even have the courage to glance at the scene.
Chi Jingzi, Ju Liusun, Huanglong Zhenren... all the disciples of the Chan Sect felt their faces burning, as if they had been slapped countless times in public.
They, the Chan sect, claim to be the orthodox lineage of the Xuanmen sect and descendants of Pangu, and have always looked down on the Jie sect.
But today, their pride and dignity have been torn off, thrown on the ground, and trampled into the mud.
This humiliation is worse than death for them.
Yuanshi Tianzun sat on his holy throne, and the space around him was slightly distorted, showing that the anger in this saint's heart had reached a critical point.
His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
His hand gripped the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi tightly, his knuckles making a "crunching" sound from the force.
Lost.
His sect, Chan, suffered such a complete defeat.
From disciples to vice-leaders, the entire army was wiped out.
He, the Primordial Celestial Venerable, has utterly lost face today, losing face throughout the entire prehistoric world.
He could feel the subtle gazes around him, gazes that held pity, mockery, and schadenfreude.
He couldn't stand it.
He was a dignified descendant of Pangu, a sage of the Heavenly Dao, and had never suffered such a humiliation!
An uncontrollable rage surged from the depths of his heart to the top of his head.
He suddenly stood up.
boom!
A terrifying aura of a saint instantly enveloped the entire Lingxiao Palace.
The cheers inside the hall came to an abrupt halt.
All the gods and immortals trembled under this oppressive force, finding it difficult even to breathe.
Yuanshi Tianzun stared intently at Chen Changsheng, his gaze seeming as if he wanted to devour him alive.
He'd had enough.
He didn't want to stay at the Peach Banquet for even a second longer.
The wrath of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, like a materialized storm, swept across the entire Lingxiao Palace.
When a sage is angry, the heavens and earth change color.
The entire Heavenly Court shook violently under this terrifying pressure, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
The immortals and gods inside the hall, except for a few with great supernatural powers, were all pressed to the ground, unable to move, their faces filled with fear.
They had no doubt that if this saint so desired, a single thought could annihilate them all, body and soul.
Haotian sat on the imperial throne, his expression extremely solemn.
He hurriedly activated the Heavenly Emperor's authority and mobilized the Heavenly Court's fortune, transforming it into a golden barrier that desperately resisted the Sage's oppressive aura and protected the immortals within the palace.
"Second brother, what do you mean by this?"
"It's normal for juniors to have wins and losses in friendly competition. You, a sage, can't you handle losing?"
The Tongtian Sect Leader also stood up. He took a step forward and came to Chen Changsheng. The diagram of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was faintly visible behind him. An equally domineering and unparalleled saintly pressure rose into the sky, rivaling that of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
He would never allow Yuanshi Tianzun to harm Chen Changsheng in the slightest.
"snort!"
Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, knowing full well that he couldn't make a move here.
The Dao Ancestor Hongjun has just left. If he dares to attack the Xuanmen Protector personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor in the Heavenly Court, it would be a blatant slap in the face to the Dao Ancestor.
He cannot bear the consequences.
However, he simply couldn't swallow the anger in his heart.
He stared intently at Chen Changsheng, the murderous intent in his eyes almost tangible.
Chen Changsheng.
He remembered the name.
The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!
Yuanshi Tianzun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the almost explosive pressure of a saint.
He didn't want to stay there for another second.
Every second we stay is an additional humiliation.
He turned around, not even bothering to look at the Chan Sect disciples who were sprawled on the ground, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Let's go!"
After saying that, he turned to leave.
"Second Master Uncle, please wait."
Just then, Chen Changsheng's voice rang out calmly.
Yuanshi Tianzun paused, turned around abruptly, and glared at Chen Changsheng with eyes as sharp as knives.
"What else do you want?"
Facing the Sage's murderous gaze, Chen Changsheng showed no fear. He raised his finger and pointed to the prizes floating in the center of the hall.
"The prize was agreed upon before the contest."
"Second Uncle, you've been expounding the teachings, haven't you forgotten something?"
These words caused the entire room to fall into dead silence once again.
Everyone looked at Chen Changsheng as if he were a monster.
crazy!
This kid must be crazy!
How dare he ask an enraged saint for a wager in public?
Is this a death wish?
Even the leader of the Tongtian Cult was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
His grand-disciple is truly audacious beyond measure.
However, he likes it!
The chest of the Primordial Celestial Venerable heaved violently; he felt that he was about to be so angry that his sacred heart would become unstable.
humiliation!
This is a blatant insult!
As the mighty Primordial Celestial Venerable, would he possibly renege on a mere prize?
This kid brought it up in public, clearly wanting to embarrass him again!
Yuanshi Tianzun stared intently at Chen Changsheng. If looks could kill, Chen Changsheng would probably have been reduced to ashes hundreds of times over by now.
In the end, he managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.
"good!"
He waved his sleeve.
The drop of chaotic water suspended in the air transformed into a stream of light and flew towards Chen Changsheng.
However, the trajectory of the flight was not aimed at Chen Changsheng's hand, but straight at his face.
This drop of chaotic water is as heavy as a thousand pounds; the force it contains is enough to smash an ancient divine mountain into dust.
Although Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't openly kill Chen Changsheng, he could still sabotage him and annoy him in secret.
He wanted to see Chen Changsheng in a flustered and disheveled state.
However, Chen Changsheng simply chuckled.
He didn't even move, and the broken Eastern Emperor Bell above his head trembled slightly.
"Thump!"
A bell tolls.
The drop of chaotic water was instantly frozen in mid-air, then obediently floated down into his palm.
The face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable darkened even further.
He said no more, gave a cold snort, and strode out of the hall.
The Old Ancestor Burning Lamp, the Immortal of the South Pole, Guang Chengzi, and the others, disregarding their injuries, followed Yuanshi Tianzun like stray dogs, heads bowed, as they slunk away from the Lingxiao Palace.
Watching the disarrayed figures of the Chan Sect members as they departed, the hall fell silent for a moment before erupting into even more enthusiastic cheers.
The Chan Sect has vanished.
They withdrew from the Peach Banquet in the most humiliating and disgraceful way.
They not only lost the contest of magic, but also all the face and prestige that the Chan Sect had accumulated over several eras.