As soon as everyone realized this was the Mistveil Martial God's projection, their faces turned deathly pale. Although the Martial God himself hadn't arrived in person, his projection was nearly as terrifying—after all, from everything seen so far, the Mistveil Martial God clearly did not want His Majesty to found the Grand Martial Empire. Could His Majesty survive this calamity?
Meanwhile, Nian Yi, Charlotte Chu, Zachary Zhang, and Colin Qing were all beside themselves with excitement at the sight of the Martial God's projection.
"Leon Huang, your time is up!" Charlotte Chu laughed wildly.
"Noisy!"
Ian Song raised his hand slightly, and instantly, Charlotte Chu's body seemed to be struck by an invisible force. She screamed as she was sent flying, crashing down more than ten meters away, silent and unmoving.
"Boy, you've got guts. She was my servant—aren't you afraid I'll hold you accountable?"
The Martial God's projection finally spoke, his tone perfectly calm, betraying no emotion.
"Accountable? Why would you blame me? She offended the emperor—didn't she deserve to die?" Ian Song faced the Martial God's questioning with zero fear, grinning as he looked at the projection.
"Excellent! In all these years, you're the first who isn't afraid of a Martial God! But my servant can't die for nothing, so I'll make three moves against you. If you survive, I'll let you go—how about it?" The Mistveil Martial God smiled.
"How could my life be yours to decide?" Ian Song shook his head. "Besides, you're just a projection. Yet you dare talk big in front of me? Truly reckless. Still, I'm not unreasonable—if you hand over Nian Yi and Zachary Zhang for me to punish, maybe I'll spare your projection."
Faced with Ian Song's provocative words, the Mistveil Martial God didn't get angry. "You're an interesting one. Even though this is just a projection, it still holds one-tenth of my true strength. Unless you reach Martial God level, you can't fathom a Martial God's power. Even at one-tenth, you're no match for me—don't bring disaster on yourself!"
"How would I know unless I try?" Ian Song replied coolly, his tone carrying a firm resolve.
"So you've set your mind on opposing me. Fine—let me show you a taste of my power!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Mistveil Martial God raised his hand and pointed.
"Pfft!"
A faint purple finger-force emerged from his fingertip, drifting lazily toward Ian Song.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
A Martial Saint flashed forward, slashing his blade at the finger-force.
"Buzz!"
"Pfft!"
The finger-force trembled slightly in the air, instantly sending the Martial Saint flying and coughing up blood.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two more Martial Saints shot forward, attacking the finger-force together.
Just like before, the two Martial Saints were sent flying, vomiting blood.
Then, five Martial Saints struck together, but still couldn't budge the slowly advancing finger-force. Instead, each was sent flying and coughing up blood.
Witnessing this scene, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. If even a single finger from a Martial God's projection is this strong, how terrifying must the true Martial God be?
Seeing more Martial Saints about to intercept the finger-force, Ian Song said, "All of you, fall back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian Song raised his fist and struck.
"Aaaah!"
With the punch, dragon roars thundered.
A golden fist-force collided with the finger-force in midair, and everyone stared wide-eyed as the punch and the finger devoured each other for half a stick of incense. Only after a long moment did both energies finally annihilate each other.
"The Martial God's methods are nothing special!" Ian Song sat high on the dragon throne, his face full of disdain.
"Long live His Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
Ian Song had actually blocked an attack from the Martial God, so all the officials, Imperial Guards, and even the Martial Saints present were especially excited. For a moment, everyone couldn't help but shout.
As for Qingya, Norman Nian, Zachary Zhang, and Colin Qing, their faces were filled with shock. They had never dreamed Ian Song could withstand a Martial God's attack.
Even the Mistveil Martial God's expression grew several shades more serious.
"It seems I underestimated you, boy. In that case, take another finger from me!"
Buzz!!!