He Yitian was somewhat surprised. Previously, during battles with the Wilderness tribe, Sacred Soldiers had emerged, and entire tribes had been revived. Unfortunately for those tribes, He Yitian’s forces also possessed Sacred Soldiers. The strength of the eight Lords far surpassed that of the Wilderness tribe; the revived Sacred Soldiers were not even in the same league. But now, the person before them had also produced a Sacred Soldier... He’s got some skills! He Yitian narrowed his eyes. "You lot, go have some fun with him." The eight Lords: "..." The towering Sword Mountain, hundreds of feet wide, loomed across the sky like an ancient behemoth, its pervasive Saint Tao pressure saturating the air. Even more terrifying, they could sense the aura of the Great Tao within the Sword Mountain—faint and elusive, yet undeniably real. This isn’t a Sacred Soldier. This damn thing is a Quasi-Emperor Weapon! "Are you sure you won’t come down?" Chen Pingping smirked, his disheveled hair dancing in the wind, the Sword Mountain in his hand growing ever more majestic and terrifying. "What are you waiting for?" He Yitian looked back to see the eight Lords hesitating, their expressions unnatural. He frowned and said with displeasure, "What? Is there a problem?" "Young Master, perhaps... we should go down and talk to him?" a middle-aged man said, steeling himself. He Yitian was visibly confused. His expression then turned cold. "Are you implying that I, your Young Master, should compromise?" "No..." the man’s voice trembled. "Then why aren’t you attacking swiftly?" He Yitian’s tone was icy. The eight exchanged glances and said no more. They knew their Young Master wouldn’t believe it was a Quasi-Emperor Weapon, and even if he did, they would still have to fight. Official source ıs 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 As they watched the Sword Mountain descend, the eight Lords felt their scalps tingle. Nevertheless, they chose to act, immediately reviving their powerful Divine Weapons. The destructive power of the Quasi-Emperor Weapon was far more terrifying than they had imagined. After all, it was imbued with the "Emperor" aspect, and with Chen Pingping’s increased strength, he could control the Divine Weapon with even greater precision. In an instant, the towering Sword Mountain descended upon the flying ship. Wielding the combined might of the Great Tao and the Emperor, it effortlessly crushed the vessel, suppressing the Divine Weapons of the eight Lords in a single blow. He Yitian stared, utterly bewildered. Down below, Li Qi was also completely stunned. He had always heard that his "Senior Martial Uncle" was invincible—hmm, he should call him Master now—but he had never actually seen him in action. Is this the first time? He was dumbfounded. CRACK! With a sharp sound, the sturdy flying ship began to fracture. The cracks grew wider, spreading outwards. At that moment, the eight Lords also suffered grievous injuries. Unable to withstand the pressure, their Divine Weapons rapidly dimmed. They staggered backward, faces pale, vomiting copious amounts of blood. What the hell? Isn’t this guy in the Celestial God realm? How can his combat power fluctuate so much? Earth Chicken was taken aback. Ultimately, the towering Sword Mountain struck down relentlessly, cleaving the massive flying ship in two. The members of the Wilderness tribe who had rushed over arrived just in time to witness this scene, and they were struck dumb, as if by lightning. Fortunately, at the critical moment, He Yitian escaped the flying ship. Otherwise, he too would likely have suffered severe injuries. "AAAH! My flying ship! Damn it... you worthless cultivator!" He Yitian reacted, screaming first, then cursing. "What did you say?" Chen Pingping casually shook the Sword Mountain in his hand. He Yitian quickly shut his mouth, his face ashen. He finally understood what his subordinate had meant. "Going down to chat" implied that the weapon in this fellow’s hand wasn’t a Sacred Soldier, but a Quasi-Emperor Weapon! What’s more, he had unleashed it while only at the Celestial God realm. This is utterly preposterous! It was well-known that reviving a Divine Weapon above the rank of Sacred Soldiers required an immense amount of power—far beyond what someone at the Celestial God realm could sustain. Yet, the person before him showed no signs of exhaustion. His fighting spirit was high, his morale excellent, and he was reviving a Quasi-Emperor Weapon while casually chatting with them. How is he not showing any signs of exhaustion? As He Yitian watched the flying ship split in two, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he bit his lip and said, "Who... who the hell are you?" "Who is Chen Pingping?" "Why are you spouting so much nonsense?" Chen Pingping said, displeased. "Come over here. I have a few questions for you." "I... I won’t come over," He Yitian stammered, his voice quivering. He was starting to panic. The Quasi-Emperor Weapon in Chen Pingping’s hand was still being actively channeled. Damn it, is that something a human can do? Won’t he run out of energy? Chen Pingping scowled. He Yitian instantly felt suffocated. Sensing trouble, he transmitted a sound message to his subordinates behind him: "Attack together! Is there any chance of killing him?" "Young Master, perhaps it would be best to go down and talk," a middle-aged man replied, his voice trembling. Just a moment ago, Mao Qiu, who had been lying there asleep, had suddenly opened its eyes... He had seen it—that fleeting glimpse, like an endless starry sky, had directly begun to devour his Divine Soul, nearly making him kneel on the spot. Although he didn’t know what ’it’ was, he was certain that this fluffy little creature before them was of extraordinary origin. Hearing this, He Yitian felt a lump in his throat, his expression growing even uglier. "Come down..." Chen Pingping said again. "Let me make one thing clear! I’m not coming down because I’m afraid of you. I’m just a bit tired from hovering in the air for so long, so I’m going down to rest," He Yitian said through gritted teeth. "Yes, yes, yes, the Young Master is indeed a bit tired." "Please, Young Master, go down and rest." He Yitian did not want to compromise. However, Chen Pingping was too powerful. Wielding a Quasi-Emperor Weapon, he had destroyed his flying ship with a single slash and had even suppressed eight Lords. Just look at that! Is that something a cultivator in the Celestial God realm can do? Though his heart was filled with unwillingness. Seeing He Yitian descend, Chen Pingping revealed a satisfied smile. He then retracted the Sword Mountain and chuckled, "Where are you from?" Hearing this question, He Yitian chuckled internally. Heh heh! He was prepared to properly enlighten this fellow about his identity and background. This would ensure he wouldn’t be too arrogant and inadvertently offend a renowned young talent of the He Family. "The Southern Diaspora, the He Family. Ever heard of it?" He Yitian sneered. "Next question," Chen Pingping nodded. The latter’s smile froze, and he coughed up blood. That’s it? Next question? You haven’t even understood my first point properly! He Yitian’s face stiffened. "I just said, the Southern Diaspora, the He Family..." Chen Pingping looked at him. "I heard you. Hence, next question." "No... What I mean is, the He Family! Do you even know who the He Family is?" He Yitian said indignantly. "They’re the powerful family as renowned as Fairy Valley, famous throughout the Southern Diaspora... Wait, I won’t say anymore. Next question." Before he could finish, Chen Pingping once again brandished the Sword Mountain. He Yitian coughed up blood once more. Chen Pingping smiled. "You came down from the Nine Heavens. So, what is your purpose?" "I was bored, so I came down to have some fun..." He Yitian fabricated a reason. However, seeing Chen Pingping once again make a move to draw his sword, his body instantly tensed up. Damn it all! If we’re talking, let’s just talk! Why do you have to draw your sword at every turn? So what if you’re tough and have a Quasi-Emperor Weapon? My He Family has one too! He Yitian felt himself cracking under the pressure. "I came down to find the blood essence of the Ancient Phoenix," He Yitian bit out, the words forced through clenched teeth. Oh? Hearing these words, Earth Chicken perked up.