A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

"Chen Yue, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to strike you down?"

As Old Weng spoke, he observed the expressions of everyone around Chen Yue, and their subconscious tension betrayed them.

Everyone was afraid, but Chen Yue was the only one who was stubborn.

By this time, Old Man Weng had come to believe that the mysterious powerful figure was a product of his own imagination.

He rubbed his temples and murmured softly, "I'm getting old after all. I can't help but think about these trivial things."

Chen Yue pried Gu Jun's hand away and looked at the golden hand that had been hanging in mid-air for a long time, guessing what Old Man Weng was worried about.

So he confidently said to Gu Jun, "Don't worry, no matter what I say, that old man won't dare to make a move."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jun couldn't help but wonder if he had misheard.

Among the tens of thousands of people in Jiangcheng, can we find one who can rival Old Man Weng?

Not to mention finding one, not even half of them.

Chen Yue's words were nothing short of wishful thinking.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yue, look! That golden hand is about to land on my head!"

"You're going to smash this Holy Son into mincemeat in the next second!"

Gu Junxuan's status as the Holy Son of the Clouds was rendered indistinguishable from that of the people of Jiangcheng in the face of Elder Weng's overwhelming strength.

One slap could kill a whole bunch of them; who could recognize which lump of flesh was Gu Jun, the Holy Son of Xuan Yun?

Seeing Gu Jun's anxious look, Chen Yue comforted him, "Gu Jun, stop hovering around me, you're making my eyes blurry."

"Don't worry, I assure you everyone will be safe and sound."

"Old man, I would never dare to lay a hand on you."

The presence of Emperor Qingxuan undoubtedly gave Chen Yue a strong boost of confidence. With his cultivation level, he was more than capable of handling any situation Chen Yue might encounter on the Tianyuan Continent.

With a slight thought, the old man's golden palm descended a few more inches.

The magnitude was small, but it increased the fear in everyone's hearts once again.

"Still nothing." Old Weng was startled. Could it be that he had been worrying too much?

Two attempts were made, but nothing happened.

"fall."

Old Man Weng once again sent down the golden palm, making a third attempt.

But the result was exactly as he had imagined, and no unexpected situation occurred.

"As expected! There is no mysterious expert at the King Realm. It's just the imagination of this old man who is full of suspicion."

"Chen Yue, kid, if I slap you, will you still have the strength to open your mouth?"

The thought that he had scared himself made Mr. Weng chuckle.

Three consecutive tests made him finally make a huge decision.

Each time the golden palm fell, in Elder Weng's eyes it was a test of the mysterious powerhouse, and in the eyes of others it was a repeated leap between life and death.

Being mocked like this at the brink of death, even the most terrified people felt anger towards Mr. Weng's behavior.

Suddenly, an angry curse rang out from the crowd.

"You old codger, do whatever you want with me, but what are you doing standing there like a piece of trash? Are you afraid I'll come over and slap you in the face?"

"They've bullied us all the way to Jiangcheng, and they still have the nerve to publicly annul the engagement? I support Young Master Chen Yue!"

"You old geezer, all you do is rub your stinky white hairs. I'd pluck them off one by one to tickle you."

"Listen to me, everyone! So what if he's at the seventh level of the Sun Wheel? Let's all work together and take down this old bastard!"

“I agree. I am at the Condensation Realm, and I will do my part.”

"I am at the Body Tempering Realm, so I will also do my part."

The crowd was outraged; Mr. Weng's three probing attempts had provoked public anger.

A crowd surged forward, heading in the direction of Old Man Weng. In an instant, everyone's hearts were united, and the fear of death had passed.

Feng Lingxi had never seen such a scene before. Tens of thousands of people surged in, and although they were all people with low cultivation levels, the sheer number of them was overwhelming.

Turning to look at her master, Feng Lingxi's heart sank, and her steady heartbeat instantly became rapid.

Because she saw obvious anger on her master's face.

She could already guess what her master was about to do next; the tens of thousands of Jiangcheng people in the Chen family's martial arts arena would die a horrible death on the spot.

The thought of such a bloody scene deeply shocked Feng Lingxi.

Her marriage to Chen Yue has unexpectedly caused such a big commotion.

"Master, these people are all..."

Before Feng Lingxi could finish speaking, Elder Weng raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Shut up, it's not your place to tell your master what to do."

"Today, being here is their destiny."

A surge of primal energy pierced through the sky, rushing towards the golden palm descending from the clouds.

Looking from afar, one could see that the palm of the golden hand had been pierced, and the source power instantly dissipated and merged with the golden hand.

The large hole pierced his palm healed instantly, and the gold gleaming from his giant hand became even more dazzling.

At first glance, the golden palm seemed to have become a physical object, with the lines on it resembling deep, bottomless ravines, clearly visible.

Seeing this, Old Sun and Old Wu tacitly mobilized their source power, and the sun wheel that had not yet fully formed reappeared behind them.

"This holy son will also risk everything..."

Gu Jun drew his longsword, and a moment of solemnity flashed across the Qinghong sword.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yue, stop standing there! Bring out that big black tower to support us!"

"Otherwise, I'd really get slapped to death!"

Chen Yue patted Gu Jun's shoulder with his left hand, while playing with the ancient tower about the size of a finger with his right hand.

It's possible to take action, but there's no need.

After all, his cultivation level is still shallow, only at the fifth level of the Qi Condensation Realm. If he were to accidentally damage the Ancient Tower of Heaven, he would suffer a huge loss.

Therefore, Chen Yue took back the Ancient Tower of Heaven and chose to stand by and watch, entrusting his life entirely to Emperor Qingxuan.

But seeing Gu Jun's anxious and flustered appearance, Chen Yue immediately had a wicked idea.

"Gu Jun, give up resisting, we have no chance of surviving..."

"All those encouraging words I said to you before were lies..."

"Embracing death is our best destiny."

These heavy words stirred up a storm in Gu Jun's heart.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Yue remained calm and showed no fear of Weng Lai.

Although he knew it was wishful thinking, Gu Jun kept hoping that Chen Yue would pull out some trump card to resolve this crisis.

Chen Yue's words made him understand completely.

The claim that everything is fine is a lie; this kid just wants to die.

Old Man Weng's right hand was enveloped in a golden light.

At this moment, the golden hand in the sky seemed to echo Old Man Weng's right hand, and the golden hand moved in sync with the movement.

Suddenly raising his right hand, the golden palm swiftly returned to the sky, hovering below the white clouds.

However, what Old Man Weng did next made everyone's eyes widen in surprise.

The right hand, which had been suspended high in the air, suddenly fell down.

At the same time, the golden palm descended with incredible speed, causing anyone who witnessed it to gasp in shock.

If it keeps falling at this speed, it won't just be smashed into mincemeat; it might even be smashed into the soil and become fertilizer.

"It's coming, it's coming! Everyone, give it your all, we have to hold on!"

"Anyone who dares to slack off will be the first to get a beating!"

"I can't take it anymore, unleash all my source power!"