Chapter 429: Chapter 118: The Might of a Land Immortal! Turning Clouds with a Flip of the Palm, Summoning Rain with a Wave of the Hand_2

Looking at Yan Jiang’s expression of disbelief, Yan Fuhai spoke calmly.

"..."

Yan Jiang finally understood: he had been tricked.

His father—the Emperor—had never been weak.

"Wait! This has nothing to do with me. I’m just here to repay a favor!"

At that moment, the one who could feel the terrifying presence most keenly was Pei Liang, who was closest to Yan Fuhai.

Grandmaster?

Wrong.

Pei Liang had seen Grandmasters before, but had never heard of one with such a terrifying aura.

Could it be, this is beyond a Grandmaster?

Damn it, if only I’d known the Great Qian Dynasty had such a monster, I wouldn’t have come no matter what.

Repay a favor?

What a stupid favor!

"Noisy!"

Hearing Pei Liang’s voice, Yan Fuhai glanced over lightly.

He casually waved his hand.

A horrifying power seemed to fill the air, and as Yan Fuhai moved, Pei Liang’s figure gradually turned to ashes, disappearing completely.

A martial artist at the late Grandmaster Realm was dealt with, just like that, with a wave of the hand.

Don’t waste it!

Amid the tense atmosphere, Ye Liuyun was quick-thinking.

Although Pei Liang was gone, his gold-quality Talent Entry remained. Without hesitation, Ye Liuyun seized it.

He didn’t need to get close to obtain it.

No one would notice the situation at all.

"Land Immortal!"

Standing not far away, Dezhi had been confident that Yan Fuhai would eventually seek his help.

But after witnessing this, Dezhi was dumbstruck.

He had seen such methods before on someone from their Brahma Sect—their host, who was honored as a holy monk.

According to the host, this was not a special cultivation technique but simply a way to harness the power of heaven and earth, which could be wielded by someone at the Land Immortal level.

However.

Their sect’s host was still struggling to reach this point, being only half a step to the true Land Immortal, blocked for nearly a hundred years.

Yet here was Yan Fuhai, able to do it with ease—a true Land Immortal.

But how could this be!

Dezhi saw no hints of destiny retribution or anything else.

He immediately realized why Yan Fuhai had been nonchalant when threatened with the entire Brahma Sect.

If Yan Fuhai truly was a Land Immortal, only fools would think of opposing him.

No way!

This was beyond what he could handle; he must return to Brahma Sect and await his master’s instructions.

"..."

Yan Fuhai saw Dezhi’s changing expressions.

It seemed.

His plan to scare them into submission had worked flawlessly.

"No! This can’t be! It’s not supposed to be this way!"

In such a situation.

Aside from Yan Jiang, who else could be most unwilling to accept the reality?

The throne was almost within his grasp, but now it seemed unattainable.

He hadn’t witnessed the terror of a Land Immortal before.

"No, the throne must be mine today. I have fifty thousand troops; I still have a chance. Attack them, all of you!"

Yan Jiang knew full well.

At this moment, it was do or die.

If he failed now, he would have no chance at all.

Realizing this, Yan Jiang immediately commanded his fifty thousand troops, intending to use sheer numbers to crush Yan Fuhai directly.

"The farce ends now!"

Although outwardly calm.

In truth, Yan Fuhai’s breathing was already unsteady—having suffered destiny retribution, the longer time dragged on, the stronger the backlash grew.

He could not afford to delay any longer.

Yet outwardly, there wasn’t the slightest change in Yan Fuhai’s expression.

As he watched the people about to charge, he waved his hand.

The invisible Power of Heaven and Earth was summoned by Yan Fuhai once more.

Suddenly!

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

It was as if the entire space trembled, with a constant buzzing resonating in the air.

Then they saw.

Figures turned to ash, disappearing into the atmosphere; nothing remained.

Mere moments ago, the charge of fifty thousand troops seemed imposing.

Yet, in the next moment, they vanished completely, as if they never existed.

All that remained were ashes drifting slowly in the air.

"..."

The air seemed frozen in time.

The previously bustling noises ceased instantly upon witnessing this scene.

Everyone stood in shock, lost in thought.

Ye Liuyun was the same.

However.

Unlike everyone else, Ye Liuyun’s mind focused solely on three words.

’Struck it rich!’

Although fifty thousand troops disappeared without a trace, the Talent Entries they carried remained.

At a glance, most were of the lowest white quality, with only a few more valuable ones—but there were so many of them!