Villain : After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse

Chapter 120: Their Style Does Not Change

The flying boat soared through the sky like a streaking comet, majestic and direct. The people only felt a moment of dizziness, and the flying boat had already arrived deep in the mountain range, halting beneath the grand palace!

This place was exclusive to immortal powers, beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators and forces. With the arrival of the Pure Yang Holy Land, the surrounding powers all turned their attention.

“The Pure Yang Holy Son has arrived!”

“This one is no ordinary individual; he once defeated the Golden-Winged Roc God Son, Jin Changhe!”

“Another supreme prodigy indeed and another strong contender for the top ten!”

“I wonder who will stand in the top ten this time in the prodigy competition and who will seize the leading position!”

“It’s definitely going to be the Primordial Holy Son, the leading position is undoubtedly his!”

“That’s not necessarily true. Last time, the Primordial Holy Son and Huang Qingtian were evenly matched.”

“If Huang Qingtian has improved, perhaps he could surpass the Primordial Holy Son. Moreover, the Supreme Palace rankings are not based solely on personal strength or individual combat!”

“Despite that, I still think the Primordial Holy Son will undoubtedly secure the leading position!”

Within the Supreme Palace, there were special trials, and passing these trials would earn points. The top ten scorers would receive special rewards. What those rewards were remained unknown, as they differed for each individual and varied with each event.

They could range from earth-shattering divine weapons to powerful secret techniques, or possibly even ordinary medicinal pills. Any reward was possible. But the more advanced the ranking, the more precious the reward was known to be.

“Pure Yang Holy Son!” Jin Changhe’s gaze was sharp as a sword, immediately falling upon the Pure Yang Holy Son. A vast aura surged forth, “This time, you will undoubtedly be defeated!”

Jin Changhe felt extremely frustrated about losing to the Pure Yang Holy Son in their last encounter, especially since his own realm was superior to his opponent’s.

This was something he could not accept. Furthermore, due to his loss, some people blamed him for the failure of many clans, which greatly irritated him.

“You are a bird, don’t act like a barking dog!” The Pure Yang Holy Son, as always, was full of fire, instantly causing Jin Changhe’s blood to boil, nearly provoking a confrontation.

This left the surrounding people in cold sweats. The Pure Yang Holy Land’s style was consistent as ever: every generation had a sharp tongue that made people want to strike them.

“Say that again!” Jin Changhe, struggling to control his anger, glared at the Pure Yang Holy Son.

At his words, not only the Pure Yang Holy Son but everyone else was shocked. Even the Saint of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan was stunned.  Was he really that provoked by the words?

The Pure Yang Holy Son looked at Jin Changhe strangely and murmured, “Is this guy’s brain okay? I’ve seen people insult others, but never someone asking to be insulted!”

“Or is it that my saintly mouth is enlightened, possessing the power of the great path, capable of easily damaging others’ mental states?”

“That’s a possibility!”

Since the Pure Yang Holy Son didn’t deliberately conceal his words, they spread throughout the vicinity. Everyone present had high cultivation and could easily hear his voice.

Hearing this, many glanced at Jin Changhe and the Pure Yang Holy Son. Seeing Jin Changhe about to speak again, the Saint of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan quickly used his divine power to seal Jin Changhe’s mouth.

“He really has gone foolish!”

“I wonder if the Primordial Holy Son could be affected the same way. If I could break his mental state, then I would specialize in the way of the mouth, annihilating countless strong beings with a word!”

“With a word, the great path collapses, and all beings submit!” The Pure Yang Holy Son mumbled to himself, causing everyone to facepalm.

It was uncertain if Jin Changhe had lost his mind, but the Pure Yang Holy Son seemed a bit foolish himself.

“Whether you can break the Primordial Holy Son’s mental state remains to be seen! But I know that with a single word from the Primordial Holy Son, you’ll be the one losing your mental state!”

Qin Ershi slowly walked out, glancing at the Pure Yang Holy Son and spoke indifferently.

“Hahaha, I think Qin Ershi has a point! Every time the Primordial Holy Son spoke last time, the Pure Yang Holy Son was put in his place!” Zifu also emerged, chuckling.

“Greetings, fellow Daoist brothers, it’s been a long time. Now we’re only waiting for the Primordial Holy Son among our five!”

Lu Yuan also arrived, greeting them with a smile.

The others returned the greeting. As peers who had experienced great battles, their relationship was naturally closer than ordinary people.

“The Primordial Holy Land always takes its time. We might have to wait a while longer!”

“And Huang Qingtian hasn’t arrived either. These two forces have always been like this, neither early nor late, but always just right!” The Pure Yang Holy Son said lightly.

This was common knowledge. Perhaps due to their status or other reasons, these dominating forces often arrived later.

“You’ve arrived quite early! This time, our ancient imperial clans will not lose again!”

“The shame of the past will be repaid a hundredfold this time!”

The White Tiger God Son, Bai Chen, stood in the void, overlooking everyone with a cold expression.

“You said the same thing last time! And still ended up utterly defeated!” The Pure Yang Holy Son retorted with a cold laugh.

“Times have changed. The past is the past, and now is now,” Bai Chen replied calmly, not angered.

“You ancient imperial clans have no chance anymore!”

“Last time, without me, it only seemed difficult for the human race to win. Today, with me here, victory is assured!” A detached voice rang out, and a stern-faced figure appeared beside Lu Yuan.

Tall and clad in a blue and white robe, his imposing presence was terrifying, making one’s heart palpitate with fear just from feeling his aura.

“The Lu Clan’s Holy Son?”

“Doesn’t seem that impressive!”

“He’s far inferior compared to the Primordial Holy Son!”

Bai Chen glanced at the Lu Clan’s Holy Son and said indifferently, “Even less than Qin Ershi, about the same as the Pure Yang Holy Son. But you need not be downhearted; at least you’re somewhat stronger than Jin Changhe, who is merely a waste!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell into a brief silence. Many were left with their mouths agape, stunned.

Bai Chen’s remark, once spoken, had offended almost all the prodigies present, except for Qin Ershi. Even Jin Changhe, from the same ancient imperial clan, couldn’t escape this fate and had it the worst.

“This Jin Changhe is really tragic, directly becoming the bottom rung!”

“I bet he’s regretting losing to the Pure Yang Holy Son. If he hadn’t lost, he wouldn’t be the lowest now!”

“I’d be furious too. What’s worse than me?”

“Didn’t expect this White Tiger God Son to match the Pure Yang Holy Son in sharpness!”

“But the Pure Yang Holy Son’s tongue is even sharper!”

Everyone was dumbfounded. Bai Chen’s indiscriminate approach had offended most of the prodigies present.

“Nonsense! What do you mean, ‘about the same as me’? How can this child be compared with me?” The Pure Yang Holy Son snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Bai Chen’s comparison.

Being compared to him, the Pure Yang Holy Son was annoyed. How could this Lu Clan’s Holy Son be his equal?

“The Pure Yang Holy Son, are you saying that comparing me to you is an insult?” The Lu Clan’s Holy Son’s expression grew colder, his tone chilling, causing discomfort.

Suppressing his anger, he tried not to let it show.

“Of course!” He glanced at him and said flatly, “You’re about the same as Jin Changhe, maybe even a bit worse!”

A thunderous explosion of two furious auras erupted. The Lu Family Holy Son and Jin Changhe glared at the Pure Yang Holy Son, “What do you mean by that!”

“Don’t look at me! It wasn’t me who started this; blame that White Tiger God Son! And although my words are harsh, they’re the truth!”

“Jin Changhe, don’t be too angry. At least someone is as strong as you!” The Pure Yang Holy Son waved his hands in an extremely impatient manner, signaling them not to bother him.

“The sharp tongue of the Pure Yang Holy Land truly runs in their lineage!” exclaimed a powerful figure. He saw in the Pure Yang Holy Son the image of the past prodigies of the Pure Yang Holy Land.

Almost identical, as if stamped from the same mold. The others present admired the Pure Yang Holy Son. Despite Bai Chen starting it, the Pure Yang Holy Son pushed everything to a peak, perfectly diverting attention away from Bai Chen.

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