Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 1139 - 1136: Holy City!

"Hey, why are you following me?"

Li Chen noticed the little girl named Livia following him constantly, and he couldn’t help but frown.

Livia intertwined her fingers nervously, her face slightly flushed, and said shyly, "Well, I wanted to say that you’re going the wrong way. To get to the Holy City, it’s not that direction, it’s this way!"

Li Chen looked in the direction Livia was pointing, nodded, and said, "Oh, got it, thank you!"

Hearing Li Chen thank her, Livia was very pleased and kept saying, "You’re welcome."

Then, she fluttered her big, bright eyes and boldly asked:

"By the way, are you going to the Holy City to do the same thing as me, to receive the Saint’s baptism?"

Li Chen paused for a moment and replied, "Something like that!"

He indeed was going to see the Saint, but not for baptism; instead, he was going to demand something.

If the Saint refused, he might have to spill some of his blood—or even eliminate him.

Hearing Li Chen’s words, Livia seemed to find a common topic and said with a smile, "Can we go together, then?"

At this point, Livia’s eyes, clear as water, were full of shining stars of expectation.

"We’d better not. We’re not the same kind of people, so it’s better to go our separate ways!"

After saying this, Li Chen walked away, leaving Livia alone, bewildered in the wind.

She was the adored Little Princess, always rejecting others, and no one ever rejected her.

It was her first time tasting the bitterness of rejection, feeling both bitter and desolate!

After this small episode, the group, including Livia, no longer felt the previous excitement of heading to the Holy City.

Aslan quietly vowed that after receiving the Saint’s baptism, he would definitely enter the Light Hall to learn magic, become a top-level mage, and defeat that arrogant young man to wash away today’s humiliation.

Livia was still savoring the bitter taste of rejection, her mind was now quite empty, filled only with the image of that stranger whom she had only met once, whose name she didn’t even know.

"Livia, Aslan, we’re at the Holy City!"

While Livia and Aslan were dwelling in their thoughts, Ironsmith Uncle’s shout brought them back to reality.

Seeing the magnificent, splendid Holy City, both Livia and Aslan, along with the others, had their previous gloomy emotions completely swept away.

Instead, they felt excited about entering the Holy City and receiving the Saint’s baptism!

Aslan looked up at the Holy City, clenching his fists, feeling a longing for power.

He had never craved power as intensely as he did today.

He wanted to defeat that arrogant commoner; he wanted to be the high and mighty king, to trample all peers beneath his feet.

As for Livia, her beautiful eyes glanced around, seemingly searching for someone’s figure?

However, in the end, she was greatly disappointed.

She wondered whether she could see him again in this Holy City?

Ironsmith Uncle stepped forward to remind them of some dos and don’ts in the Holy City. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

After all, this was the Holy City, not their Milan Tribe.

If they accidentally offended some big figure, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Livia’s great beauty was unmatched in the Milan Tribe, and in the Holy City, she was also a captivating presence.

Soon, she caught someone’s attention.

The Red Robed Great Mage Larbru’s profligate son, Nick!

The Red Robed Great Mage had a highly respected status in the Holy City, second only to the Saint and Saint Heir.

As the son of the Red Robed Great Mage, Nick naturally behaved unscrupulously. Bullying men and dominating women were commonplace for him.

He was an extreme philanderer, and it could be said that no woman who caught his eye ever escaped his clutches.

And now, he had set his sights on the fresh arrival, Livia.

Indeed, she was a rare beauty, and her taste in bed must be exquisite!

Thinking of this, Nick couldn’t contain his excitement and hurriedly went over to flirt.

"Beautiful angel, welcome to the Holy City. May I have the honor of inviting you to my home for a visit?"

After saying this, Nick performed a medieval gentleman’s salute to Livia.

Livia, being proud and discerning, naturally looked down on such a playboy and promptly declined.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but we have other things to attend to, so we won’t trouble you!"

After speaking, Livia stood up to leave.

However, she was stopped by Nick, blocking her way.

"What kind of person are you, didn’t you hear Livia already refused your invitation, why are you still pestering her?"

Seeing this spoiled young master still harassing the goddess in his heart, Aslan, who was already fuming, became furious and shoved him hard.

Moreover, due to his excessive force, Nick, whose body was already weakened by debauchery, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Nick stood up, full of anger, and shouted hysterically at Aslan.

"How dare you push me? Do you know who I am? I am the son of the Red Robed Great Mage Larbru. Even the son of the Red Robed Great Mage, you dare to lay hands on me; you must be tired of living!"

Hearing that the other claimed to be the son of the Red Robed Great Mage Larbru, Aslan, Ironsmith Uncle, and even Livia couldn’t help but change their expressions.

The Red Robed Great Mage was an existence that their entire Milan Tribe could not afford to provoke!

Ironsmith Uncle, being older and more experienced, was the first to regain composure and quickly apologized to Nick.

However, Nick, not appreciating it at all, pushed Ironsmith Uncle down to the ground.

"Get lost, you old thing!"

Then, he maliciously glared at Aslan and his group, shouting loudly, "You offended the Red Robed Great Mage, I suspect you are heretics. I will deliver you to the Holy Temple for trial and execution by fire punishment!"

Hearing Nick’s words, Aslan and the others were scared speechless, filled with terror.

Seeing the terrified expressions on Aslan and his company, Nick’s face revealed a sinister delight.

This was a trump card he used repeatedly without fail; as long as he raised his father’s Red Robed Great Mage banner, no one dared defy him.

Then, he focused his gaze on Livia, his eyes filled with lewd intent and a sordid smile.

"Such a tender little beauty like you, I can’t bear to execute by fire punishment!"

While speaking, he reached out to lift Livia’s delicate chin.

"Be good and come with me!"

However, just as Nick was about to take Livia away, a cold angry shout suddenly came over.

"Let her go!"

Everyone turned to look and couldn’t help being greatly astonished.

Livia’s clear eyes were brimming with tears.

Because the person who came was Li Chen!

Seeing a lowly person dare to rebuke him, Nick became furious with shame.

"You despicable person, you dare meddle in my affairs? You must be wanting to taste the fire punishment too?"

In the face of Nick’s threat, Li Chen seemed to turn a deaf ear, his expression still unperturbed, so cold it was chilling.

"I’ll say it one last time, let her go!"

Confronted with Li Chen’s imposing pressure, Nick trembled slightly in his heart.

However, he immediately remembered that he was the son of the Red Robed Great Mage; surely, this lowly person wouldn’t dare to do anything to him, restoring his confidence.

"I refuse to let go, what can you do about it? I am the son of the Red Robed Great Mage Larbru; if you dare touch me, according to the Holy City’s law, you’ll be executed by fire punishment!"