Chapter 395: Leading by Example
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"Impostor! You condoned your disciple's premeditated murder and cruelly slaughtered several sect families—crimes that defy heaven's justice!"
"Fortunes rise and fall. You have committed heinous crimes. Today marks your final hour!"
A pair of jade-like hands swept through the air, grasping the blazing flames like a magician before flicking them away.
The authority of retribution answered the call. The crimson blade named Wind Chant was seized in her grasp, while her white robes transformed into a blood-red ceremonial gown, as crimson as a wedding dress.
Though appearing delicate, it was unquestionably divine armor! Its defensive capabilities could withstand the vast majority of attacks.
Chu Youwei summoned the scythe that had accompanied her for a millennium. After arriving in this world and pinpointing Su Cheng's location, she had immediately sought out her signature weapon.
This scene was unmistakable to any observer: clearly, a heretic cultivator had slaughtered a group of cultivators, and now four supreme powerhouses had rushed to the rescue!
No matter how one looked at it, Cheng Liang and the original host's side represented justice, while Su Cheng was the heretic cultivator everyone sought to eliminate.
Using their limited weapons and equipment, Cheng Liang and the original host armed the more powerful combatants on their side. Only by deploying their best forces where they were most needed could they confront the formidable enemy before them.
"Now that we have immortals by our side, imposter, your time is up. Prepare to meet your end!"
The positioning anchor deployed instantly, and Ye Qinghan and Li Shiyao immediately sensed something was amiss!
The Fallen Immortal Ruler had failed!
But the suppression didn't stop there—their movements were also severely restricted!
"Shiyao, Qinghan, come back."
Ye Qinghan and Li Shiyu exchanged glances. Truthfully, this suppression didn't render them completely immobile. The so-called "significant restriction" merely slowed their movements to the utmost extent. In a battle already overwhelmingly tilted against them, it could only serve to delay the inevitable. Turning the tide would be no easy feat!
Su Cheng remained silent, merely gazing from afar at Chu Youwei standing beside the original host. He gave a helpless smile before dragging Ling Er forward slowly.
Spatial suppression holds no sway over those who wield authority.
Zero Two ignored spatial suppression entirely—unhindered, unrestricted by conceptual-level strike limitations.
The authority of a deity was that unreasonable.
But Su Cheng wasn't the only one wielding authority here.
The authority to sanction all things in the world—the Blade of Sanction—was now in Shangguan Rou's hands. She too posed a threat to Su Cheng.
"Heh, so you have allies? Did she not tell you that this Sword of Sanction was borrowed? That this authority was torn from the hands of the gods by my own blade?"
"That deity perished by my blade. Do you truly believe wielding borrowed authority will grant you victory over me?"
"Shangguan Rou, you must understand—your grasp of this authority doesn't even reach one ten-thousandth of its true power."
"But since that fellow gave it to you, I'll grant her the courtesy of leaving the anchor point intact. I can let you go."
Su Cheng still owed the Great Fox some respect—she was no ordinary Godslayer King.
Among the statues of the Godslaying Kings near the throne in the chamber, the first one on the left was the Great Fox!
With Xiao Ai, Su Cheng was the true king.
Likewise, without the Great Fox and her sister, Xun Ye, Su Cheng's throne would be unstable.
It was precisely with the support of the assembled Godslaying Kings that Su Cheng could maintain his position. The Great Fox wielded immense power, commanding half the armies—this respect could not be withheld.
Truthfully, Su Cheng had his suspicions the first time he saw the Sanction Blade, though he couldn't be certain then.
Now that Xiao Ai has arrived, the Great Fox's affairs are no longer a secret.
"Dream on! I advise you to surrender peacefully. We might spare your disciple. Otherwise, I shall raze your Lingxian Hall to the ground!"
The so-called "showing face" seemed to have led the original owner astray.
It seemed as if the Great Fox was truly tougher than Su Cheng, as if he already considered himself one of the Great Fox's people, as if he believed his backer was incredibly powerful.
In the end, it all seemed pointless. Su Cheng understood this well, yet speaking these words still held significance.
Su Cheng had already given them a chance!
The next instant, as Su Cheng's World-Destroying Demon Sword slammed into the ground, the so-called spatial suppression vanished instantly.
Cheng Liang, poised to strike, had his wrist seized by Shangguan Rou. She gave him only a resolute glance before shaking her head.
One by one, figures burst forth from the sides, charging toward Su Cheng, only to dissolve into mist of blood…
Those slain by the authority could not be revived—this held true in any world. It was a power beyond the realm itself, an antivirus software deployed by the "Rules" to purge the virus.
"Master, we've already lost."
Cheng Liang felt incredulous, yet these words came from his most trusted personal disciple.
And yet, this very disciple was the one the great fox had declared as the chosen one of Heaven's Mandate.
"How do you know that?"
Shangguan Rou watched as cultivators charging toward Su Cheng like moths to a flame vanished one by one.
"The plan hinged on my Wind-Chanting Blade and his rifle suppressing Su Cheng."
"Master, I believe the question of who is the imposter still requires verification."
As Su Cheng had said, only the one who dies is the imposter.
And today, in Shangguan Rou's eyes, this imposter was already half-buried in yellow earth!
She could clearly sense Su Cheng's immense power, especially that force of the same origin—that world-ending authority as unshakable as the Great Fox's, a power no mortal could look upon directly.
It was certainly not a force this "impostor" could ever hope to challenge.
Regardless, Cheng Liang still trusted Shangguan Rou's words. She had no reason to harm him.
And so, the two watched as Chu Youwei and the original host charged toward Su Cheng.
They were among the few combatants who could survive a single strike from him. Shangguan Rou was instantly knocked flying by that undeniable force, while the original host was sent hurtling far away!
Compared to the two direct disciples who seemed like killing gods, Immortal Su's single sword strike instantly claimed the lives of countless cultivators.
Though two fists could hardly withstand four hands, exceptions existed. Before Immortal Su, numbers held no meaning.
No matter how many ants swarmed, their essence remained unchanged. They were mere mortals, utterly powerless to resist before this apocalyptic authority.
Under that golden gaze, even a coordinated assault revealed inevitable weaknesses. No one could draw near Su Cheng.
Soon, the crowd realized this truth. Su Cheng possessed the power of an Immortal Sovereign—even if he claimed to be an Immortal Emperor, they would believe him.
After all, none of them had ever seen an Immortal Emperor, nor did they know the difference in power between an Immortal Sovereign and an Immortal Emperor.
"Why aren't you coming? Didn't you intend to level this sovereign's Lingxian Hall? Come on!"
The apocalyptic demon sword slammed heavily onto the ground. It possessed no visible blade; instead, its edge seemed encased in dragon scales. Black mist seeped from the crevices, pulsing as if breathing with its own life.
"Scared? Didn't you say today was the day I die? Come on!"
As if mesmerized by the demonic sword, Su Cheng's expression twisted. In an instant, he stepped before his original host!
"I gave you a chance! Remember?"
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