Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 243: Do You Have the Right to Speak Here?

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Do You Have the Right to Speak Here?

"If I don’t kill him, I’ll never be able to quell this burning hatred!"

Ye Tianling seethed internally.

"Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to let him be crushed by you time and again without dying? To trample his pride underfoot repeatedly? Each time he survives, he’ll only become more convinced that he’s the Child of Celestial Mandate, favored by the heavens. In the end, it will be as if he’s paving the way for you. Isn’t that far more amusing?"

Little Dragon Girl responded in a serious tone.

Ye Tianling fell silent for a moment. ’Why are you suddenly so supportive of me?’ he asked.

"It’s been a long time since my blood has stirred like this," the Little Dragon Girl said. "I told you I wouldn’t interfere, which means I will cooperate with and support you completely! As the Inheritor, you have passed the tests. Now that I understand your Dao Heart, your fixation on becoming a peerless expert, and your Supreme Will, I will naturally support you with everything I have! I will give you the best strategies, provide the most powerful aid, and assist you in peak condition!"

Ye Tianling was touched. ’Alright,’ he said. ’Then we’ll treat him like a pig for slaughter. We’ll butcher him endlessly and strip away his Celestial Mandate!’

...

"Ye Tianling, I heard you killed Long Tianxiao? Did you rely on your Holy Sword? Come, use your Holy Sword and fight me!"

Just then, Long Yunyue tread upon Dao-rhythms, manifesting a Celestial Ladder as he charged straight toward Ye Tianling, intent on killing him.

But at that very moment, the distant Void trembled. A five-colored stream of Flowing Light shot forth like a streaking rainbow.

A swathe of clouds in the Void billowed backward. The aura was world-shattering, and a frenzied storm of Energy swept out.

So much so that all the attention Long Yunyue had drawn was instantly diverted.

Long Yunyue faltered, his expression shifting. He stood suspended in the Void, his sharp brows furrowed as he stared coldly into the distance.

Long Cangqian, however, was unconcerned. He had clearly already discerned the situation.

His gaze, shimmering with divine light, shifted instead to Ouyang Ruoyun. She stood not far from Ye Tianling, bound but not yet brought onto the cloud platform.

Ouyang Ruoyun’s quiet nature and gentle, charming disposition were very appealing to him, stirring a violent desire for conquest within him.

"Brother Fengyang, apologies. Some matters at the Holy Land delayed me, so I’m late. Fellow Daoists, please forgive me."

From afar, the Flowing Light shimmered, condensing from the Void into solid form. An Ancient Warship materialized.

Several figures descended from the warship. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The warship then transformed into a stream of Flowing Light and vanished into the spot between the eyebrows of the leading man, who was clad in Battle Armor and suffused with cyan Holy Qi.

"Brother Linmo, your presence is an honor to our Cyan Dragon Race. Things are only just beginning; you’re not late at all."

Long Fengyang stepped forward to greet him, cupping his fists. A hint of delight appeared on his face.

"That’s the Ten Thousand Swords Saint Master! Rumor has it his power rivals creation itself and he has already reached a state of perfection. His comprehension of the Holy Dao is so deep he’s on the verge of becoming a Saint!"

"The Ten Thousand Swords Saint Master has always been exceptionally talented, and the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land has always been on excellent terms with the Cyan Dragon Race."

"Beside Saint Master Wan Linmo is Saint Son Ma Liang—the most transcendent of all the Saint Sons!"

"And those Saint Sons—Wang Congjie, King Huangshen, and Carefree Dustless—are no slouches either."

"Heh, but why bring along ants like Wan Jianyun and Die Xiyue? A mere Sword Tribulation Third Refining Realm, a Sect Master from a minor Sect—what right does he have to be here?"

"Brought them along to watch the show, I suppose. After all, that Wan Jianyun was the Sect Master of Ye Tianling’s old Sect. He even claims to be Ye Tianling’s Master!"

"Oh, right. I’d almost forgotten about that!"

...

As the crowd murmured, Wan Linmo waved his hand, conjuring an auspicious cloud that transformed into a ladder and extended forward.

Soon, Wan Linmo led his retinue of Saint Sons and Saintesses to a reserved area on the cloud platform.

"Saint Master Linmo, the Holy Dao is within your grasp. Congratulations."

Qitian Dao stood and offered a polite remark.

"The feeling is mutual. Brother Celestial Dao, you are also just one step away."

Wan Linmo replied with a faint smile.

"Saint Master Linmo, such talent. But arriving so fashionably late, you’ll have to make it up to us somehow."

The Jade Pool Saint Master gave a bewitching smile, her words like blossoms scattering fragrance in every direction.

"Since the Jade Pool Fairy has made a request, how could I, Linmo, refuse? As it happens, I heard that the trash I personally expelled, would be here today... Oh, and he actually showed up. How interesting."

As he spoke, his eyes had already found the conspicuously-placed Ye Tianling in the crowd, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

It was only then that Wan Jianyun and Die Xiyue followed Wan Linmo’s gaze and saw Ye Tianling.

At first, a flash of joy crossed their faces, but it was immediately replaced by worry.

"Tianling, what are you doing here? This is a death trap! To take your—"

Wan Jianyun couldn’t hold back and cried out, even cutting off Wan Linmo, who had been about to say more.

Die Xiyue said nothing, but her beautiful eyes were filled with anxiety. She tried to tell Ye Tianling with her gaze to take this chance and flee!

Ye Tianling was inexplicably touched by this scene.

’With my powerful Soul Mirror Talent, how could I be unaware? How could I not know this is a death trap?’

"Know your place! Do you have the right to speak here?!"

Suddenly, Carefree Dustless, who stood beside Wan Linmo, spoke out with flagrant arrogance.

In the same motion, he moved, his hand flashing out in a vicious slap across Wan Jianyun’s face.

PTHOO—

Wan Jianyun’s power was completely overwhelmed by Carefree Dustless’s. A single slap sent him flying, and he tumbled several times in mid-air.

The crowd erupted in an uproar, their faces showing surprise.

This sudden dispute seemed intent on disrupting the proceedings, and the atmosphere grew strange.

"Heh, everyone take a look. This piece of trash is supposedly Ye Tianling’s Master, and he’s this pathetic. Why are you all so wary of Ye Tianling? He’s just a guy who got lucky and stumbled upon some fortuitous encounter!"

Wang Congjie added with equal arrogance.

"Jianyun, are you alright?"

Die Xiyue shuddered and flew over without a second thought, intending to help Wan Jianyun.

King Huangshen reached out and grabbed for Die Xiyue. "I told you," he said coldly, "you are to follow me and be my Tripod Cauldron! What’s this? Getting cozy with Wan Jianyun instead? Are you trying to humiliate me in front of everyone?"

King Huangshen seized Die Xiyue, slammed her to the ground, and planted his foot on her face.

"Saint Son Huangshen, Saint Son Congjie, Saint Son Dustless, this... this has nothing to do with Xiyue! Please, please let her go. I... This lowly one was wrong."

Though beaten to the point of spitting blood repeatedly, Wan Jianyun struggled to his knees. Crawling on the ground, he begged bitterly for Die Xiyue’s sake.

"So this is your ’token’? Humiliating them to humiliate me, is that it?"

Ye Tianling stomped his foot. The terrifying physical power of his Sword Venerate Dominating Body surged forth, making the entire cloud platform tremble violently.

The force of that stomp, an explosion of pure physical power, shocked everyone present.

All eyes turned to him.

"Yeah, so what? I don’t know what the others are thinking, but I, Wang Congjie, just can’t stand the sight of you! They’re probably not making a move because they think you’re beneath them. But a grand event like this, and an ant—a fly—like you dares to show up?

Is this any place for you?"

Carefree Dustless sneered and viciously stomped his foot down on Wan Jianyun’s head.