Chapter 1528 - 1429: I'm Not Happy, and the Consequences Are Dire!

"You're that dog's master from just now?"

Yang Tian asked with amused interest.

"That's right, I am Ling Hong Martial Immortal, guardian of the South Celestial Gate!" The middle-aged man hovered in midair, pointing at Yang Tian's feet. "You refined my disciple. I'll give you one chance now: kneel to me immediately. If you don't, you will die without a doubt!"

Yang Tian laughed. "Ling Hong Martial Immortal? What's your rank in the Immortal Realm?"

"Yang Tian, in the Immortal Realm the hierarchy is strict. At the bottom are Immortals, above that are all kinds of Spirit Immortals, like Martial Immortal, Magic Immortal, Talisman Immortal…"

Wu Jie hurriedly explained.

"So what you're saying is, this so-called Ling Hong Martial Immortal of yours is only a bit higher than a basic Immortal?"

Yang Tian smiled.

And this kind of trash actually wants him to kneel?

Utterly laughable!

Even the dignified Head of the Judgement Institute wouldn't dare order him to kneel.

Why is the Immortal Realm this arrogant across the board? Is it because they shut themselves away, cut off from the world and ignore the affairs of the Seven Realms, or because they simply look down on everyone and are born this way?

"I am Ling Hong Martial Immortal of the Immortal Realm, and my status is nobler than all of you!"

Ling Hong Martial Immortal said coldly.

"Good. Your tone is nice and wild, but I'm even more arrogant than you are."

Yang Tian raised the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and flew toward Ling Hong Martial Immortal.

"You lowly Martial Artists think you can act wild here?"

Ling Hong Martial Immortal flicked his hand, and with a whoosh the Spirit Fan in his hand whipped up a surge of murderous intent.

"You really don't know life from death."

Yang Tian lifted the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and hacked down hard.

Bang!

The Spirit Fan in Ling Hong Martial Immortal's hand was directly shattered by Yang Tian's Bloodthirsty Mad Blade.

"Ah!"

A trace of shock flashed through Ling Hong Martial Immortal's eyes.

"Are all you people in the Immortal Realm this ignorant? You don't even know there's a new king in the Seven Realms?"

Yang Tian raised the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and unleashed Eighteen Slashes in midair.

"King of Seven Realms? Wait, you're that legendary Yang Tian?"

Ling Hong Martial Immortal's expression changed.

"You guessed right."

Yang Tian's Eighteen Slashes came down, and he cleanly hacked off Ling Hong Martial Immortal's arm. "I am the King of Seven Realms, Yang Tian. I've come to the Immortal Realm to take a stroll through my Back Courtyard."

"You…"

Ling Hong Martial Immortal's face twisted in pain, blood pouring out of his wound. He glared at Yang Tian in fury. "Even if you are that Yang Tian who's been making waves lately, you are not qualified to call yourself king. At the very least it has to be approved by our Immortal Emperor!"

"Oh really?"

Yang Tian lifted the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade.

"Wait…" Ling Hong Martial Immortal's face turned pale with fright. He waved quickly. "I can take you to meet the Immortal Emperor right now, let him acknowledge you as king."

"You're trying to curry favor with me?"

Yang Tian smiled.

"This isn't currying favor, it's my duty. I'll take you to see the Immortal Emperor; the rest is up to you."

Seeing Yang Tian smile, Ling Hong Martial Immortal secretly let out a breath.

Just a moment ago he'd been insanely arrogant.

But with just one blade strike from Yang Tian, he already knew he was no match.

The Magical Treasure in Yang Tian's hand was definitely one of the most sacred existences in the Seven Realms. Looking across the entire Immortal Realm, there might not be a single Magical Treasure that could compare.

What frightened Ling Hong Martial Immortal most was the Spiritual Breath inside Yang Tian's body.

Yang Tian's Spiritual Breath surged out, making it hard for him to breathe.

It wasn't Divine Breath, nor Demon Breath, and definitely not Asura's Technique Breath, but some kind of powerful Spiritual Breath never before seen.

"Lord Yang Tian, I'll take you to see the Immortal Emperor right now. This way…"

Ling Hong Martial Immortal saluted respectfully.

"You are trying to curry favor with me, but I'm in a bad mood. You said I have to get the Immortal Emperor's approval to become king. But I'm invincible under heaven—how could a bunch of garbage Immortal Emperors have any say over my throne?"

Yang Tian raised the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and flew down toward Ling Hong Martial Immortal.

"What are you going to do…"

Ling Hong Martial Immortal turned deathly pale with terror.

"When I'm unhappy, the consequences are serious."

Yang Tian brought his blade down.

Bang!

A thunderous boom rang out.

With that single slash, Yang Tian directly blasted Ling Hong Martial Immortal to death. He stretched out the Celestial Demon's Right Hand, sucked hard, and directly refined Ling Hong Martial Immortal's soul into an Immortal Pill.

"Ah!"

The other two disciples of Ling Hong Martial Immortal turned pale, and bolted toward the inside of the lighthouse, running for their lives.

Bang!

The two disciples slammed the lighthouse door shut and locked it tight.

They stood at the window, staring fixedly at Yang Tian.

"You think just because you shut the door, I can't get in there and kill you?"

Yang Tian asked with interest.

The two disciples said nothing, just watched Yang Tian nervously.

"Eighteen Slashes!"

Yang Tian wielded the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and unleashed Eighteen Slashes toward the lighthouse.

Crackle, crash.

The Sword Qi erupted from the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and slammed into the lighthouse again and again, but to everyone's alarm, the lighthouse was solid like a prison—he couldn't even chip it.

The two disciples exchanged a glance, eyes full of excitement. "I don't know what you are, but you want to kill us? Try it in your next life!"

"This lighthouse was condensed from the Immortal Emperor's powerful Immortal Breath. How could you possibly break it?"

"You want to enter the Immortal Realm? No way in hell. The Immortal Realm fortress is even sturdier than this lighthouse!"

"The lighthouse was condensed from the Immortal Emperor's Immortal Breath, but the fortress was condensed from the Intentions of Immortal Emperors across the ages. It's even stronger than the lighthouse!"

"You can't even blast apart the lighthouse, so forget about the fortress gate!"

Hearing the two disciples' jeering, Yang Tian laughed.

In the eyes of those two pieces of trash, Yang Tian couldn't even blast apart a lighthouse, let alone a fortress gate?

What a joke.

"Two lunatics!"

Wu Jie activated the Ancient Ark and rammed it hard into the lighthouse.

Bang!

A thunderous boom rang out.

But the lighthouse remained solid as a prison; even the mighty Ancient Ark couldn't break through.

"Ha! See that? You lot can't possibly destroy an Immortal Realm lighthouse!"

The two disciples grew even more smug.

"Oh really?"

Yang Tian smiled and waved his hand. "Wu Jie, the Ancient Ark hasn't grown strong enough yet, so of course it can't blast the lighthouse. Leave this to me."

"Alright. Yang Tian, give them a good lesson."

Wu Jie's eyes were full of confidence in Yang Tian.

"Still want to 'teach us a lesson'? We'll notify the Immortal Realm right now. It won't be long before the army arrives—then it'll be the moment of your deaths!"

The two disciples said wildly.

Yang Tian let out a cold laugh.

He moved.

Whoosh!

Yang Tian appeared before the fortress gate, raised the Celestial Demon's Right Hand, and smashed down a heavy punch, then lifted the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade and hacked once.

Bang!

A thunderous boom rang out.

The fortress gate that had seemed so solid was shattered by Yang Tian just like that.

"My god!"

The two disciples' expressions changed drastically:

"He can even smash apart the fortress gate? Doesn't that mean if he got serious, he could break the lighthouse too?"

"I already told you, you two are garbage. If I want to kill you, it's a matter of minutes."

Yang Tian said coldly.

The two disciples finally broke down, collapsing and crumpling to the floor…