Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 521: 19. Who Has Changed His Initial Heart? One Person Suppresses One Sect

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The white-haired old man was even more puzzled. He really wanted to ask, ” Is this the time to enjoy the scenery? ” But he did not ask.

Instead, he flew into the air on his sword.

After that, he suddenly disappeared from where he was. With a flip of his palm, the sword boat immediately followed him into the distance, turning into 14 sword wheels that carried him in the air.

The Myriad Sword Sect disciples who were riding their swords surrounded them.

The white-haired old man handed Fairy Nongxiao over to a female disciple, who then brought her back.

Then, the old man looked at Xia Ji and saw that even though the flying sword under the prince’s feet had been taken away, he could still stand tall and unmoving.

He stood in the snowy sky as if he was standing on a quiet and peaceful land. His white clothes fluttered in the wind.

He did not run, nor did he panic. It was as if he was looking at the scenery, watching the three layers of sword kinsmen coming from the inside and outside.

Many of these swordsmen were only here to observe. The ones who really attacked were only the innermost circle.

Hmph! ” The white-haired old man snorted coldly. ” You’re indeed not simple. But why didn’t you listen to the sect master? ” The sect master had already given the order that if the royal family of Qi State did not listen, then they would all be replaced. Do you think you can overturn the heavens with your strength alone?”

Xia Ji thought about it seriously and said, “”1 can’t turn the world upside down yet.”

The disciples were originally waiting for him when they saw his elegant bearing. When they heard this, they could not help but laugh.

Xia Ji said, ” I’m only here to submit on behalf of Great Qi. Now that the sect is above and the dynasty is below, there’s nothing wrong with this. ” But … Everyone, why are you here?”

He sighed softly.

With a sigh, he produced a million Dharma Idols. A million dharmas stuck to a million snowflakes.

A snowflake was a dharma.

The power of his Dharma Power was naturally far from what ordinary people could compare to.

In an instant, both the white-haired elder and the many disciples on their swords sensed this attack.

They hurriedly defended themselves.

At this moment, in the sky,

The vast snow pressed down on all the immortals.

Xia Ji took a step forward and walked past the encirclement with the imperial jade seal in his hand.

When had such a siege ever entered his eyes?

As soon as he stepped onto the sect’s grounds, he did not even turn around.

Meanwhile, the cultivators were still waving their flying swords and using their magic tools in the air.

The white-haired old man and the cultivators only noticed Xia Ji after he had taken more than ten steps forward.

With horrified expressions on their faces, they charged into the sect with their swords in hand and surrounded the sect from behind like a thick half-moon.

There was also a group of disciples in front of them who surrounded them in a half-moon formation.

Seeing that there was nothing else he could do, Xia Ji placed the jade seal on the ground and sat down cross-legged. ‘”‘The Seventeenth Prince of the Qi Kingdom, Qi Yu, is here to pay his respects to the Myriad Sword Sect Master on behalf of the royal family of the Qi Kingdom.”

His voice rolled over the area.

More and more cultivators surrounded him, but no one dared to go forward. It wasn’t that they couldn’t fight, but that they were suppressed by the calm and gentle aura.

However, those who were blind and wanted to rush up on their swords were bounced away by a gust of wind after taking a few steps.

The scariest thing was not that it bounced off…

Instead, no matter who stepped forward, they would be bounced away. This included the elite disciples of the Wan Jian House, the inner disciples, and even the elders of the sect.

However, everyone saw that the Great Qi Prince did not act ruthlessly, so they temporarily maintained their boundaries.

The white-haired old man suddenly understood that Fairy Nongxiao had indeed suffered a ‘backlash’ and not a Qi deviation.

“What’s your relationship with Commander Jin Batian?” he asked suddenly.

“There’s some fate to pass on our skills,” Xia Ji said lightly.

The old man was shocked.

This kid was only the disciple of Commander Jin Batian?

How terrifying was Jin Batian himself?

At this moment, all the Myriad Sword Sect disciples felt strange.

This was clearly the person who should be kneeling, but he sat in the middle of the open space in front of the sect’s hall with a domineering attitude. He was still indifferent when surrounded by thousands of cultivators.

Was he still here to submit?

Most importantly, the power that the prince had used seemed to be…Maybe . Probably … It was just a Dharma Idol.

How was this possible?

A mere power of ten realms, and he had crossed three major realms in a snap of his fingers to suppress them?

How was this possible?

Those who knew what was going on felt that it was extremely strange.

The power of a Dharma Idol was inferior to the power of a Dharmakaya. Divine powers could suppress a Dharmakaya, and karma could destroy a Dharmakaya. These were all common sense…

And Dharma was just the strongest power that mortals could use before they became extraordinary.

It was just a stepping stone to ascend to the heavens.

However, at this moment, someone was using the power of mortals to suppress them so that no one dared to step forward.

The prince, who was as gentle as jade, was wearing a long white robe and holding the jade seal in his hand. He sat cross-legged in the snow of the sect in the sky.

There were many cultivators, and there were many with high realms.

If someone moved forward, regardless of their cultivation level, they would bounce back with a wave of their sleeves.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

If the sword wheel shot out continuously, the youth would only extend a finger and casually hit the flying sword wheel.

At this moment, there were already countless broken swords around him.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

Only the sound of falling snow remains.

The sound of light yet heavy footsteps came from afar. It was fleeting and undetectable.

When a figure appeared in front of the central hall of the palace in the thousands of heavens, the endless snow in the world instantly turned from static to boiling, flying everywhere as if it had lost its mind. An aura that far surpassed the people here rose violently..