Chapter 529: Shocking Underestimation of Jiang Lan's Ambition; The Saint's Arrival Decides the Outcome

He said his last words with a hint of amused interest, his gaze fixed on Huangfu Hao.

Uganda’s heart sank.

Huangfu Hao, however, thought of his former master. ‘In the world today, perhaps only a Saint is capable of such feats.’

“Master Huangfu, you were once one of my grandfather’s personal disciples,” Jiang Lan reminded him with a smile. “Although you’ve since betrayed the Taiyi Sect, if you see the error of your ways now… for the sake of your old relationship, Grandfather might still spare your life.”

Huangfu Hao laughed coldly. “Have you forgotten? Your father and I are mortal enemies. Are you trying to sow discord at a time like this? If Li Ran hadn’t favored your father back then, he would have died by my hand long ago. If I ever become a Saint, the first person I’ll kill is your father, and the second will be Li Ran…”

With things having come to this, his conflict with the Taiyi Sect was long past reconciliation; it was a feud to the death.

Uganda added coldly, “So what if you have a Saint backing you? It won’t be long before the Barbarian Gods of my race return. A single Saint is nothing to fear.”

Jiang Lan merely kept his smile and did not respond.

‘Since there was already movement from the Demon Abyss, what happens next has little to do with me anyway.’

Just then, an indifferent voice echoed from the Void. “Is that so?”

The voice was calm, holding no emotion, utterly indifferent. Yet the moment it rang out, the entire world fell silent, and even the sound of the wind stopped.

The expressions of both Uganda and Huangfu Hao changed in an instant.

This was especially true for Huangfu Hao, who found it hard to believe his own ears. That voice… he was all too familiar with it. It seemed to have been carved into his very soul.

The next moment, tendrils of white mist bloomed in the Void. A radiant light billowed out as a haze began to form.

A white-robed elder with an indistinct face and an ancient aura appeared. He was not a tall figure, but his very presence carried a terrifying will that seemed to oppress heaven and earth.

Specks of crystalline, glowing rain scattered around him. This was not his true body, nor was it a clone, but a manifestation of his spiritual will.

“I am rather curious… When will the Barbarian Gods you serve return? I happen to be in need of a few coachmen.”

The white-robed elder’s gaze was as profound as the deep sea, vast and boundless. A single glance was enough to render Huangfu Hao and Uganda immobile, their hearts seized by utter terror.

“Ma… Master…”

Huangfu Hao’s face paled, and a chill ran down his spine.

‘He never would have imagined that Li Ran, a Saint, wouldn’t be at the Taiyi Sect, but would have come to Immortal Ascension Island instead. No wonder Jiang Lan had been so fearless from the start.’

‘This is a manifestation of his spiritual will, which means Li Ran’s true body isn’t far from here.’

‘Only a Saint possessed such heaven-shaking power. Even a mere sliver of spiritual will contained the terrifying might to suppress all things, subdue all things, and command the reverence of all laws.’

‘But when did he arrive at Immortal Ascension Island?’

‘For a Saint to arrive in person, and so silently, meant one of two things: either a major event was unfolding, or there was a grander plot at play.’

‘Based on what Huangfu Hao knew of Li Ran, his appearance here could only mean the latter.’

Uganda’s expression was grim. He never would have imagined that the current Saint of the Human Race would be here.

A Saint of the Human Race was one of the most supreme beings in the world. Even the Old Barbarian King of their Barbarian Race, the most ancient of them all who had been slumbering for ages, could not contend with a Saint.

What was a Saint? One who had ascended from the Extraordinary to Saint, a person of supreme cultivation and wisdom. A single drop of their blood, a single strand of their hair, could shatter stars. A single thought could blanket mountains and seas, toppling entire dynasties.

Even as just a manifestation of spiritual will, by simply standing there, he was Immune to All Laws. No Divine Power Technique could land on him.

He had anticipated everything and considered numerous possibilities, but he had never once expected a Saint to arrive in person.

“May the Barbarian Gods protect me…”

Uganda let out a furious roar, his hair whipping about wildly. All the bones in his body cracked and groaned as if they were catching fire.

He already knew the outcome. In the face of a Saint, no matter what methods he possessed, they were all useless. Even an expert at the Tribulation Bridge Realm who had passed seven or eight Celestial Tribulations was nothing more than an ant before a Saint.

But he refused to submit so easily.

VMMMM!!!

Endless, overwhelming resentment gathered in his hand, coalescing into a bow as black as ink, with no markings and no string. The instant it appeared, visions of agonizing wails and terrible disasters began to manifest.

The entire world grew dark, as if the stars beyond the heavens had been extinguished. A blurry phantom of a bow and arrow materialized behind him, its killing intent and resentment soaring to the skies.

Around the phantom bow, white bones tumbled and corpses surged, as countless living beings wailed and screamed in torment.

This was the Holy Resentment Bow, a weapon forged from the worldly resentment created by the fall of a Saint.

Uganda had originally intended to use this bow to corrode the seal on the Demon Abyss, but with the appearance of the Human Race’s Saint, he was forced to use it early.

Watching Uganda’s move, Huangfu Hao sighed to himself. He already knew the outcome.

‘The Holy Resentment Bow was indeed terrifyingly lethal against other cultivators, but in front of a true Saint, it wasn’t even worthy of being called a toy.’

Li Ran’s expression was gaunt and impassive. He merely glanced at Uganda, making no other move. Instantly, the space around the Barbarian grew heavy, as if a force of immeasurable weight was converging there.

His body began to distort. The arm holding the Holy Resentment Bow exploded, followed by his legs. The world-spanning visions of resentment dissipated in an instant, vanishing without a trace, as if the entire spectacle had been nothing but an illusion.