The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 995 Overwhelming the Entire Audience, the Situation is Settled

Whoosh!

Chen Ping'an's escape light pierced the sky like a blazing sun, its spiritual light crisscrossing, heading straight for the distant palace.

Watching the streak of light disappear, the Prince of Bi Cang's face was weathered, his skin thin and withered, and his body covered with deep brown age spots.

He was deeply moved and looked up at the sky with a long sigh.

"Brother Zhiyan, I have not failed your trust. Qingyu, she..."

Before the Prince of Bicang could finish his murmured words, he was interrupted by a feeling of stagnation. All his words turned into thoughts and remained in his mind.

His current state is almost rotten, beyond any cure. The only reason he keeps going is that he wants to see the moment when the rightful title and the position of Prince are truly clear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Biling Mountain Palace complex, a continuous series of palaces, was filled with bursts of explosions, and numerous spiritual lights intertwined, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Inside and outside the palace, the sounds of fighting filled the air, and the chaotic battle raged on.

The battle was not only fought by those few powerful Celestial Realm experts, but also by their trusted confidants vying for power and tipping the scales.

"Old Dou, stop struggling."

Elder Zong's hair and robes fluttered wildly, like a mad lion dancing wildly, with spiritual light crisscrossing and the sound waves from the black horn booming and vibrating.

Before him, Old Dou, his face ashen and staggering, struggled to defend himself, wielding a feather fan the size of a palace.

At this moment, he was at his limit and could no longer continue.

"Prince."

Old Dou was filled with resentment and bitterness, and his eyes flashed with deep despair.

Compared to Old Master Dou's disheveled state, Old Master Yi appeared much more composed. However, his composure was relative. With Baosha Sanren gone and the constraints of the endless yellow sand lessened, Old Master Yi's situation should have been much better.

But the situation changed after Ji Shulan took out a precious treasure like a square jade drum.

After a brief respite, Yi Lao's pressure increased sharply. Not to mention getting Ji Qingyu out of trouble, he himself was finding it difficult to continue.

"This woman's combat power is actually at its peak!?"

Old Yi looked wary, his eyes filled with deep horror.

Ji Shulan's talent and combat prowess far exceeded his expectations. With his cultivation at the peak of the second realm, he was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

It was not a entanglement or a contest, but a direct confrontation and a stalemate.

Even though he had used all his strength, he still found it difficult to parry the opponent's attacks.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Ji Shulan, dressed in a cloud-blue dress, stood tall and imposing, her fierce and ruthless demeanor constantly encroaching on Yi Lao's space to maneuver.

Swish!

A magnificent azure sword light crashed down, combining with the spiritual light of the Azure Jade Drum, forcing Elder Yi into a pincer movement.

Then a seal, as large as a small mountain, crashed down and slammed down on Elder Yi.

Rumble~

Although Elder Yi reacted extremely quickly, using a secret technique to transform into a shadow of light, he still experienced a significant degree of shock under the terrifying attack.

His face was flushed and pale, his blood and qi were turbulent, his soul trembled slightly, and he felt as if he was about to vomit blood.

"Old Master Yi, the tide has turned! There's no need to struggle any further."

Elder Zong, standing to the side, employed psychological tactics to influence the course of the battle.

Ji Shulan had a cold expression, her skin was as white as snow, and her hair fluttered as she looked like a female warrior.

Pong!

With a deafening roar, a building collapsed instantly, turning into ruins.

Old Dou fell into the water, his clothes soaked in blood, and his breath became extremely weak.

"Old Dou, it's over."

Elder Zong appeared calm and composed, his face displaying an air of certainty.

With Dou Lao defeated, no one can restrain him anymore. Under his combined attack, it's only a matter of time before Yi Lao is also defeated.

With this overall situation, victory is assured!

Bang!

With a deafening roar, Elder Yi blocked Ji Shulan's powerful attack. Sensing the situation on the field, his expression turned extremely grim.

"Elder Yi, if you pledge your allegiance to me, I can guarantee your survival today." Ji Shulan said calmly, beckoning Elder Yi as the jade drum jingled.

She has lofty ambitions and intends to lead the Bicang Prince's Mansion to new heights, so all available resources should be mobilized.

Regardless of whether there are grudges or misunderstandings between them, as long as they can be used by her, everything else can be discussed and disregarded.

As a prince ruling over a region, she naturally possessed such magnanimity.

Old Yi looked grim and completely ignored Ji Shulan's attempts to recruit him.

At this moment, the pressure in the arena is increasing. Once Elder Zong can make a move, his defeat will be basically certain.

In this desperate situation, his mind was still racing, searching for any chance of survival.

However, Ji Shulan's moves were extremely skillful, and he gave him no chance in his attacks.

call out!

A long, emerald-green needle pierced through the sky and stabbed into Elder Yi's humerus. Instantly, his arm went numb, his blood and qi stagnated throughout his body, and even his spirit became somewhat clouded.

"A fourth-tier rare poison!"

Old Yi groaned, feeling as if ants were gnawing at his entire body, constantly draining his essence and energy.

"not good!"

Old Yi felt a chill run down his spine, and with a quick movement, he dodged the fierce attack that was closing in.

Before he could catch his breath, the imperial seal pressed down again.

In the face of the battle, before Elder Zong could even make a move, he went from being able to fight calmly and maintain a stalemate to being on the defensive at every turn, losing all the initiative.

Having completely suppressed Elder Yi, Ji Shulan's face remained completely calm, as if everything was within her expectations.

She sensed the entire arena with her divine senses, controlling every minute detail. Once Elder Yi was defeated, no one in the arena could stop her.

Once she obtains the bloodline token, even without the witness of her great-grandfather, she will be the rightful Princess of Bicang.

The long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, and even Ji Shulan, with her temperament, felt a sense of indescribable emotion at this moment.

It's not just the fulfillment of a long-cherished wish, but also a lot of feelings that are hard to explain.

She sacrificed so much for this day. Countless days and nights of painstaking thought and countless plans.

Only she herself knows the truth about all of this.

hum~ hum~ hum~

In mid-air, the blue jade drum, the size of a pond, resounded and vibrated continuously, transforming into bursts of cloud-like sounds.

Ji Shulan held a jade sword that blazed brightly, ready to completely suppress Elder Yi here.

However, just as the sword's spiritual light was beginning to develop, she suddenly sensed something, her brows furrowed, and she looked towards the distant sky.

Almost simultaneously, everyone in the palace raised their heads and suddenly looked into the distance.

"This is..." Elder Zong's expression changed, revealing deep apprehension.

In the distance, a streak of light burst through the sky, its immense power staining half the horizon.

That speed far surpassed that of Baosha Sanren when he first appeared. He covered a hundred miles in an instant, appearing before everyone's eyes in a flash, with a broken wing and a flashing light.

Boom!

Like a brilliant blue light, like stars and the sun and moon, it crashed down in its full glory, bursting forth with dazzling splendor and illuminating the entire space.

The azure light was so intense and dazzling that it was impossible to open one's eyes. Even the power of the divine soul was momentarily rendered ineffective under such overwhelming force.

The arena remained silent for a long while, and then the blue light gradually dissipated, revealing a majestic and imposing figure.

His figure had sharp features, high brow bones, and a majestic presence, like an ancient mountain reaching for the sky. His eyes, in particular, were captivating, exuding an air of quiet authority.

His mere presence exudes immense pressure; he is an absolute ruler, in control of the universe, capable of determining the sun and moon.

But at this moment, what truly shocked and horrified everyone present was not just the aura of this figure, but the figure in his hand, whose limbs were limp and who lay unconscious like a dead dog.

They had just seen this figure not long ago.

"This is."

Elder Zong looked horrified, his eyes wide open, his mind filled with shock.

Everyone in the room, including Elder Yi, Elder Dou, and Ji Qingyu, raised their heads in unison, their eyes flashing with disbelief, as well as barely suppressed shock and astonishment.

Baosha Sanren!

Not long ago, the powerful cultivator who had descended with unparalleled might was now falling into the hands of the other party like a dead dog.

How much time has passed between these two events?! The atmosphere in the arena was silent, filled with awe and speechlessness.

Even in Ji Shulan's bright and spirited eyes, a slight ripple appeared at this moment.

Chen Ping'an, with a face as vast as the universe, surveyed the arena, his imposing aura commanding respect from all directions.

"The chaos of today has come to an end."

The influence and prestige of a powerful celestial cultivator are known to almost everyone, both within and outside the realm.

When a powerful cultivator who, not long ago, was wielding boundless might amidst a sky full of yellow sand, suddenly becomes prey in someone else's hands, his fate unknown, such a scene is undoubtedly extremely shocking.

When this mysterious cultivator, who absolutely controls the lives of all cultivators, truly speaks, one realizes just how powerful he is.

Even the most confidants who were absolutely certain that Ji Shulan would assume the throne dared not make a move at this moment.

Elder Zong further restrained all his imposing manner and displayed an unprecedentedly humble attitude.

In this situation, Ji Shulan stared at him calmly.

"Where is Emperor Gaozu?"

Chen Ping'an did not answer Ji Shulan's question. He simply raised his hand slightly, and then his powerful divine soul pressed down with boundless force.

He displayed such divine power without holding back at all; even Baosha Sanren, who was present, felt his scalp tingle.

Although Ji Shulan's foundation was different from others in the same realm, at this moment, her body suddenly pressed down, and she fell to the ground in a nearly disheveled state.

Her long, cloud-blue dress bloomed like a flower, and her pale face made her skin appear even more radiant.

"Where is Emperor Gaozu?"

She stumbled and fell halfway to the ground, stubbornly resisting the terrifying pressure that was like a vast ocean with her very soul.

Chen Ping'an glanced at him briefly, his eyes sharp, and let out a cold snort.

snort!

Its power is as deep and unfathomable as an abyss; its punishment is as severe as thunder.

Ji Shulan's face suddenly turned pale, and her consciousness became momentarily dazed.

With her precious treasures, secret techniques, skills, and talents, she can display the combat power of a half-step Grand Cultivator, but with her divine soul power alone, she still belongs to the category of the second realm of perfection.

The gap in everything is far greater than it was before Chen Ping'an broke through to the next realm, let alone now.

In addition, although Ji Shulan appeared calm in the previous battle, she was actually facing a seasoned half-step cultivator, which greatly depleted her strength. At this moment, she was no longer at her peak.

With Chen Ping'an taking action, there is naturally no danger.

With a cold snort, Ji Shulan's face turned pale, and her slender figure trembled slightly. Under such pressure, Chen Ping'an's power was fully displayed.

"I have been entrusted by the Prince to quell the chaos in Bicang. Anyone who makes a move against me will be my enemy!"

Rumble~

Chen Ping'an's voice was like a vast sound, resounding throughout the universe and spreading in all directions.

Elder Yi, Elder Dou, and the others looked on with reverence, and upon hearing this, they breathed a sigh of relief. Elder Yi stepped forward respectfully, his expression apprehensive, and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"May I ask, senior, where is the Prince now?"

Chen Ping'an glanced at him, and Old Yi's heart trembled. He felt a chill that made his scalp tingle.

Fortunately, he finally heard the answer he wanted.

"Once the chaos subsides, the Prince will appear on his own."

Chen Ping'an's aura was as deep as the sea. He looked down at the ground below, where a stubborn woman still showed resentment despite his divine pressure.

His thoughts flashed by, and the scene of his previous transaction with Prince Bicang appeared in his mind.

"Today's events are all my fault. I beg you, fellow Daoist, to show mercy and spare Shulan's life." This frail old man, nearing the end of his life, with his deeply lined face, for the first time set aside his princely dignity before him, begging like an ordinary old man to spare his grandson's life.

With Ji Shulan suppressed and the elders bowing their heads, the turmoil on Bi Cang Ancestral Land and Bi Ling Mountain truly subsided.

This time, Chen Ping'an did not act in his true form as before, but instead intervened in the matter under a pseudonym, displaying the power of a powerful cultivator.

Although these disguises were not real, everyday poses, the Black Iron Mask's ability to conceal itself and the Formless Freedom's ability to hide meant that no one present could detect them.

With his current level of cultivation and various methods of concealment, as long as one is careful, even a top-level cultivator like He Xinchen would find it difficult to detect his abnormality.

And this is just a normal simulated posture. If it were a real simulation, appearing as a black-robed old monster or a strange young man, this disguise ability would be several levels stronger.

The situation on the field is safe. As for his previous move to suppress Baosha Sanren, there may have been some fluctuations that leaked outwards, but only Baosha Sanren and Prince Bicang know the details inside.

With his deliberate perception, even if there were no Yin Wind Pearl and Treasure Sand Hermit forming their respective domains to conceal it, it's likely that no one around would be able to sense it.

When the situation calmed down and Chen Ping'an brought back the Prince of Bi Cang, this weathered and tormented old man had already passed the stage of his final moments of lucidity.

The moment he saw the situation calm down, his consciousness fell into a state of chaos.

His eyes were closed, and his face was ashen; he looked like a corpse.

In fact, at this moment, Prince Bicang was no different from a corpse.

If it weren't for the slight remnants of his soul and consciousness, he would probably have been treated as a guest.

With the Prince of Bi Cang in such a decayed state, and Bao Sha Sanren in Chen Ping'an's own hands, Chen Ping'an was relatively at ease about the matter of the main body taking action.

However, to prevent any accidents, in the days leading up to the fall of the Prince of Bicang, he would remain by the Prince's side as a mysterious cultivator.

Under his divine sense, the life force of the Prince of Bicang had long since vanished; his previous attack had completely drained the last trace of his life force.

Logically speaking, it wouldn't be strange if someone died on the spot.

I'm still alive only because of this last breath, and I've managed to stay alive until now through great effort, cultivating my willpower and mental fortitude.

The reason why Prince Bicang has been able to persist until now is probably because he still has some obsession in his heart that he can't let go of.

Chen Ping'an guessed that what the Prince of Bicang was worried about was probably the issue of succession to the title of Prince of Bicang.

Once this matter is settled, it will be the time for the Prince of Bicang to return to heaven and earth.

After the death of the Prince of Bi Cang, only Bao Sha Sanren truly knew his advanced cultivation level.

Looking at the unconscious and lifeless Baosha Sanren in his hand, a ripple seemed to appear in Chen Ping'an's eyes.

"Baosha".

The Treasure Sand Technique, a living Celestial Grandmaster.

When Chen Ping'an finally brought Prince Bicang before everyone, the previously stubborn woman shed two lines of tears.

As for Princess Bi Cang, Ji Qingyu, when she was in the state of Prince Bi Cang, she buried herself in front of Prince Bi Cang's bed and cried for a long time, like a helpless little girl.

It took a long time before Ji Qingyu's crying gradually subsided.

"Thank you for your righteous help, senior. Qingyu thanks you."

Ji Qingyu's eyes reddened, and she bit her lower lip as she knelt before Chen Ping'an.

A long, apricot-yellow dress trailed on the ground, like a bright yellow begonia, brilliant yet fading.

Chen Pingan glanced at her calmly and said, "Get up."

Ji Qingyu knelt on both knees and did not get up. Instead, she bowed her head and kowtowed deeply, saying, "Senior saved my grandfather's life and the Bicang Prince's Mansion from disaster. Please accept my bow."

Chen Ping'an did not rise again, but accepted Ji Qingyu's bow.

The young woman, who was about to assume the throne and succeed to the title of Prince, knelt down and bowed her head willingly before Chen Ping'an.

The grand ceremony of bloodline inheritance at the Prince of Bicang's mansion has arrived as scheduled.

Although the ancestral land of Bicang, on Biling Mountain, was scarred and devastated, it did not affect the holding of the grand ceremony in the slightest.

Guests from all sides arrived as scheduled.

Last night's turmoil was noticed by all parties, and many present were even those who had been there the night before. However, the scale of the disturbance was so great, and there was even a sense of impending major repairs, that some people dared not approach rashly.

The truth of the matter was unknown to those present.

Everyone is curious about who will be the ultimate winner in this power struggle in Bi Cang.

Amidst the intense attention of everyone, Ji Qingyu appeared before them.

Ji Qingyu today is different from before. She is dressed in a bright yellow gown with phoenixes and pearls, her makeup is gorgeous, and her expression is somewhat cold. Her hair is adorned with a seven-tassel jade crown, with pearls and jade intertwined, like jade ice.

This former young girl seemed to have grown up considerably overnight. (End of Chapter)