None of the Martial Saints present dared defy Ian Song’s order. They soared forward in unison, joining forces to attack Elder Norman Nian, Charlotte Chu, and Zachary Zhang.
Earlier, after the Military Council’s army was crushed, the three elders knew they could not turn the tide. They abandoned their troops and fled, then went to Mistveil Cliff in hopes of gaining the Mistveil Martial God’s protection.
At first, the Mistveil Martial God ignored them completely. But on the second day after Ian Song founded the Grand Martial Empire, he personally received the three and accepted them as his Martial God slaves.
The three were overjoyed, and what surprised them even more was that the Mistveil Martial God actually volunteered to help them deal with Ian Song. Worried about their lack of strength, he even sent his two disciples along.
The three elders didn’t know why the Martial God suddenly wanted to intervene in human affairs, but they didn’t dwell on it. Soon, they sneaked into the Holy Capital together with the two disciples of the Mistveil Martial God.
They planned to strike at Ian Song right after his Heaven-sacrifice and enthronement.
That moment would be the peak of Ian Song’s power, reputation, and life. Only by dragging him down from the summit could they inflict the greatest pain and make it hardest for him to accept.
But they never imagined that Ian Song would become so outrageously bold—he actually disdained even the Martial God’s decree.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosive bursts rang out. Surrounded by dozens of Martial Saints, the three elders were forced to retreat step by step, their bodies showing fresh wounds.
"Clive Qing! Cedric Qing! Save us, quick!" Elder Norman Nian cried out in panic.
The two middle-aged men saw this scene and were furious. That Leon Huang actually dared defy their master’s decree—just for that, he could not be forgiven.
"Cedric, do you want to move first, or should I?" Clive Qing asked.
"I’ll do it. Let this arrogant brat see what a true disciple of the Martial God can do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cedric Qing shot into the sky. Instantly, a surging, unstoppable sword-light dozens of zhang long slashed down from above.
Crash!
The void was torn open like a sheet of paper, ripped into a giant chasm in an instant.
All the Martial Saints attacking the three elders instantly felt a mortal sense of danger and instinctively withdrew, pulling back their attacks.
Boom!
The cyan sword-light crashed onto the altar. Immediately, the entire altar began to crack, huge fissures spreading everywhere, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Nothing is impossible! Ian Song’s voice rang out again. “I told you, I am the Son of Heaven, recognized by heaven and earth. I represent countless humans—how could a mere Martial God’s disciple possibly harm me?”
"Impossible! I don’t believe it! Take another sword!" Cedric Qing roared, refusing to accept defeat.
Boom!
Cedric Qing swung his sword again, sending out a sword-light even more terrifying, more immense, and more unstoppable than before.
Even as the altar trembled, Ian Song remained perfectly calm, seated on the dragon throne.
At that moment, the golden palm floating above Ian Song’s head moved again, gently grasping the sword-qi and instantly shattering it into pieces.
When Cedric Qing heard Ian Song call the Martial God ‘mere,’ his eyes blazed with killing intent. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Fine! Very well! Still mouthing off at this point? In that case, don’t blame me for acting on heaven’s behalf! Take my sword! Die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cedric Qing went berserk, slashing out nine more sword-lights, their overwhelming aura as if to shatter the heavens themselves!
Hmph!
Ian Song snorted coldly, and the golden palm moved again. With a series of cracking sounds, all nine sword-lights shattered, and the golden palm suddenly slapped Cedric Qing, sending him flying hundreds of meters and crashing into the ground, leaving a human-shaped crater.
"Aaaah! Bastard, I’ll kill you!" Cedric Qing screamed hysterically as he pulled himself from the crater, his body radiating dazzling light, charging at Ian Song once more.
A hysterical scream rang out as Cedric Qing pulled himself from the crater, his body radiating dazzling light, charging at Ian Song once more.
"I am the Son of Heaven. My words are heaven’s will. And you, a mere Martial God’s disciple, dare talk about acting on heaven’s behalf in front of me? What a joke! Courting death!"
Ian Song narrowed his eyes, a flash of killing intent passing through them, and threw a punch.
Roar! Roar! Roar! As the punch landed, a dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens and earth.
Son of Heaven Dragon Fist!
The golden fist struck Cedric Qing, shattering the radiance around him, then swallowed him whole. At that moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from Cedric’s body.
Pop!
With a soft pop, Ian Song’s golden fist-force shattered, and a scholarly, handsome middle-aged man in blue robes appeared above Cedric’s unconscious form.
This man was not a real person, but a projection. Even though it was only a projection, as soon as he appeared, everyone except Ian Song felt an urge to kneel and worship. The identity of this projection was clear—the Mistveil Martial God!
"Nothing is impossible!" Ian Song’s voice rang out again. "I said, I am the Son of Heaven, recognized by heaven and earth. I represent countless humans—how could a mere Martial God’s disciple possibly harm me?"
"Impossible! I don’t believe it! Take another sword!"
Boom!
Cedric Qing roared and swung his sword again.
This sword-light was even more terrifying, even more immense, even more unstoppable.
At that moment, the golden palm floating above Ian Song’s head moved again, gently grasping the sword-qi, instantly shattering it into pieces.
"Die!"
Seeing his sword-qi broken again, Cedric Qing went berserk, slashing out nine more sword-lights, their overwhelming aura as if to shatter the heavens themselves!
"Hmph!"
Ian Song snorted coldly, and the golden palm moved again. With a series of cracking sounds, all nine sword-lights shattered, and the golden palm suddenly slapped Cedric Qing, sending him flying hundreds of meters and crashing into the ground, leaving a human-shaped crater.
"Aaaah! Bastard, I’ll kill you!"
A hysterical scream rang out as Cedric Qing pulled himself from the crater, his body radiating dazzling light, charging at Ian Song once more.
"Courting death!"
Ian Song narrowed his eyes, a flash of killing intent passing through them, and threw a punch.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Son of Heaven Dragon Fist.
As the punch landed, a dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens and earth. The golden fist struck Cedric Qing, shattering the radiance around him, then swallowed him whole. At that moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from Cedric’s body.
Pop!
With a soft pop, Ian Song’s golden fist-force shattered, and a scholarly, handsome middle-aged man in blue robes appeared above Cedric’s unconscious form.
This man was not a real person, but a projection.
Even though it was only a projection, as soon as he appeared, everyone except Ian Song felt an urge to kneel and worship. The identity of this projection was clear—the Mistveil Martial God!