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Chapter 1523 - 1516: The Miracle Reappears

Chapter 1523: Chapter 1516: The Miracle Reappears

Arrogance is the root of destruction.

Now, these disciples must pay a heavy price for their arrogance. They should be thankful to Cheng Ziang, because if it weren’t for his command, they would have lost more than just their weapons.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Feng moved through the crowd like a flash of lightning, and these strong and imposing disciples simply couldn’t capture her form in time—their weapons were already broken in two.

Feng’s speed was so fast that these people couldn’t manage to focus their strength on her, let alone catch a glimpse of her figure.

What they didn’t know was that although Feng cultivated the Royal Dao of masters, she herself was the direct disciple of a swordsmanship master. Even without the art of the Royal Dao, she could rely on her exquisite swordsmanship to defeat these disciples thoroughly, leaving them without a hint of defiance.

Feng, like lightning, easily cleaved the weapons of all these disciples. And with the speed of lightning, she rushed in front of Pojun before he could snap back to reality and positioned her blade at his neck.

"Elder Pojun!" The disciples, finally recovering from their shock, saw that Feng had accomplished the feat of taking the enemy leader’s head amidst the chaos. The sharp blade that had cut through all their weapons was now resting on Pojun’s neck.

The disciples were painfully aware of the sharpness of this blade; with just a slight exertion of her wrist, Feng could decapitate Pojun in a single moment, with no exaggeration.

Perhaps due to their shock, everyone froze on the spot, dumbfoundedly watching Feng holding Pojun, seeming utterly inept at negotiation.

"Manor Lord, let’s talk this out!" Faced with the blade at his neck, even Pojun couldn’t help but start begging for mercy.

"Now, are you willing to talk things out with us?" Cheng Ziang asked with a smile, his tone relaxed.

At that moment, some quick-witted disciples realized that if Feng was holding their elder hostage, they could also take that man called Azure Dragon hostage in return, threatening the other side to release Elder Pojun.

Because as things stood, Azure Dragon seemed to be just a talker with no visible combat capability. Moreover, he had strayed from White Tiger’s protective radius and was now closer to them instead.

With that thought, a few disciples exchanged glances, reached a silent understanding, picked up their broken swords, and together pounced towards Cheng Ziang, who appeared completely unguarded.

"Are your brains not working?" Seeing this, Cheng Ziang chuckled painfully, retreating a step while casually placing his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

At this critical juncture, suddenly, Cheng Ziang felt the Magical Fluctuations behind him intensifying drastically. Along with the fluctuations of magic, the air began to flow and transformed into a cutting wind.

While the people of the East Continent could not sense the Magical Fluctuations, they could feel the direction of the wind. Just as Cheng Ziang considered whether to turn around, the crowd on the scene let out fearful cries, and all eyes simultaneously turned towards the horizon.

Those disciples who had charged at Cheng Ziang, now intimidated, also came to a halt, looking towards the sky with faces filled with terror. Cheng Ziang, now reassured, finally had the opportunity to look back.

The sky had begun to darken, and above the residence behind them, a massive whirlpool had formed—not a simple one, but a whirlpool composed of pure magic.

The highly compressed Magic Cluster, just like a liquid, swirled and flowed, looking as if it could pour down at any moment. The violent movement of the magic stirred the air, gathering clouds to this location, creating a dark mass in the sky, and amid the churning air, they rubbed against each other, producing dazzling lightning and thunderous roars.

"Really knows how to seize the moment," Cheng Ziang said with a grin, staring at the whirlpool-shaped Magic Cluster.

The only ones capable of manipulating such a vast amount of magic were Fulajie’er, the Demigod, and Liseya, who was still in slumber. So, obviously, this was the divine prowess displayed by Fulajie’er, aimed at intimidating everyone, not just the members of the Wuyun Sect but also the townspeople who were there to watch the excitement.

Seeing this, Cheng Ziang’s heart stirred, and he swiftly turned around, harshly reprimanding, "You have incurred the wrath of the Saint, poised to bring about your own demise, yet you do not kneel and beg for forgiveness, praying for the Saint’s mercy!"

Hearing his angry reprimand and witnessing the heavenly phenomenon, no one dared to disbelieve his words. Thus, the onlooking townspeople followed by the disciples of the Wuyun Sect, everyone knelt down facing the spectacle in the sky, bowing their bodies and trembling violently.

Pojun, too, struggled to kneel on the ground in spite of his discomfort. Feng did not trouble him further but stood by his side, keeping the blade of his knife aimed at him.

Seeing the crowd prostrate before him, a sense of accomplishment filled Cheng Ziang’s heart, and he couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile.

Following that, he too turned and knelt down, then yelled loudly, "This subordinate is incompetent, causing the Saint to be alarmed; I implore the Saint’s forgiveness, to spare ordinary folk from calamity!"

His call seemed to have little effect, with the vortex Magic Cluster still swirling in the sky, and due to the cloud friction, the thunder grew more frequent and deafening, causing unease.

Contemplating the situation, Cheng Ziang pondered for a moment before calling out loudly again, begging for forgiveness. The effect was still minimal, but the vortex’s rotation began to slow noticeably.

After understanding the other party’s intentions, Cheng Ziang also became much more taciturn, thus continuing with the third plea. This time, he babbled on with a string of impressive-sounding but essentially meaningless gibberish.

To outsiders, he appeared to be a savior incessantly pleading for everyone’s safety. With his efforts, the Magic Cluster in the sky slowly dissipated, and the clouds began to scatter, the sky finally clearing up slowly.

Upon seeing the sky clear and the Magical Fluctuations in the air gradually vanish, Cheng Ziang stood up, dramatically heaving a sigh of relief, then turned to look at those still lying prostrate on the ground.

"Now are you satisfied? To offend the Saint means not just your death, but mine as well. You truly are fearless of death. If you wish to die, slash your own throats and don’t drag us down with you!" Cheng Ziang loudly reprimanded them.

Arriving at Bianzhen Town, the Saint who had been concealing himself revealed his divine might for the second time, pushing the inviolable sense of mystery to the extreme. At the scene, not just the onlooking townspeople but also the Wuyun Sect’s people began to believe that this Saint, spoken of by Cheng Ziang, possessed vast powers and could snuff them out as easily as an ant.

"Manor Lord, Manor Lord!" At this time, the mayor, who had been hiding in the crowd all along, finally could not restrain himself, scrambling to rush out in full view, falling to his knees excitedly before Cheng Ziang, "Please inform the Saint for us, we didn’t mean to disturb the Saint, we pray for the Saint’s forgiveness, pardon us, the insignificant masses."

"You are not wrong; it is those guys who are at fault." Cheng Ziang said, his icy gaze not only sweeping over the disciples of the Wuyun Sect but finally resting on Pojun.

Noticing Cheng Ziang’s gaze, Pojun, enduring his discomfort, proactively stepped forward and knelt down, pleading, "It is our impertinence that has offended the Saint, please, Azure Dragon Envoy, assist us to be spared from a lethal fate."

"That depends on your fate now. I’ve told you before to talk it out and not to resort to violence; you didn’t believe it, and now you see why I had to do as I did," Cheng Ziang said with crossed arms.

"Yes, yes, it is our fault," Pojun knelt on the ground and said.

"And you?" Cheng Ziang’s eyes swept over the other disciples.

"It is our fault, we implore the Manor Lord’s forgiveness," said the disciples of the Wuyun Sect looking at each other and then repeatedly kowtowed.

"Hmph hmph..." Seeing these people all bowing and scraping, Cheng Ziang hummed with satisfaction, then spoke leisurely, "Since you truly repent, remain kneeling here. I will inquire on your behalf. Should the Saint forgive you, you may leave. Should the Saint not forgive you, no matter where you flee to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape from the Saint’s palm. You must know that the Saint is the eyes and ears of the gods on earth; it is impossible for you to escape."

With that said, he turned around and, without looking back, commanded Feng, "White Tiger, watch over them. I will be right back."

"Understood!" Feng nodded, carrying the knife and taking up the position Cheng Ziang had just been standing in, holding his head high and accepting the reverent worship of the crowd.