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{Are you sure about your decision baby?} with clear concern in her sweet motherly voice, Su Meiyao asked once again as she tries to wrap her head around the things that her beloved son just said, her worries apparent as he doesn’t want anyone among them to interfere until the last second despite facing someone so much more powerful than his current self.
{Just stick to what I said mom, I promise, I can handle this} Wu Xiaotian tries his best to assure his mother, yet the silence within their communication clearly states how restless and worried she is, making him sigh in defeat as he stated a compromise.
{Okay, grandmother can help even before the situation escalates to the extreme, just, be careful, I don’t know what gives the guy so much confidence yet} he stated, causing his mother to ease up a bit, immediately agreeing to his plans before informing him that they are about to leave for the Heavenly Secret Tower.
After his contact with his mother, Wu Xiaotian takes another deep breath as he thread the path to the spatial tear, just a few moments later being greeted by a completely different scene, geniuses from all sorts of forces looking at him with either a scrutinizing or curious gaze, some of them looking with anticipation at what is about to happen, some of them jovial seeing that this number one genius of their generation is about to suffer something.
Near them, a stern-looking, tall and broad middle-aged man is currently face to face with the four elders of the Heavenly Secret Tower, behind him a young-looking man wearing a purple robe, both of them looking at the elders with such confidence in their eyes that will make everyone wonder who are the Ascension Realms and who are the Half-Step Celestials between them.
“Like I said, my children are meant to go back to the sect now elders, we can have concessions and allow my son her as long as he will still have the status of being the young sect master of my sect, he will definitely agree to it, but my daughter must return, no talk about her” the middle-aged man declared, causing the four people behind the elders, seemingly familiar with him, to look at him with disdain.
“Wu Xiaolong, what makes you think that you can throw around your weight in this place?” displeased with how the middle-aged man is treating his elders, one of the people behind the elders walks forward, his cultivation exploding upon doing so, the pressure from an Advance state Ascension Realm suppressing nearly everyone around, even the young-looking man feeling like he couldn’t breathe.
“Hmph” the stern-looking middle-aged man sounded as he lets out his strength as well, his cultivation also reaching the same realm as the other middle-aged man cancelling out the pressure in the air, his proud look being directed to another place as he senses a familiar aura coming out of the spatial tear.
Looking at the young man that just emerges, Wu Xiaolong couldn’t help but smile as if he saw the tool he’s searching for, his smile remaining as he looks at the people sitting at the highest places within the Heavenly Secret Tower before talking to them again.
“How about I prove you what I am talking about” Wu Xiaolong proudly declares as he descends from the sky, landing in front of the young man bearing some sort of resemblance to him, his jovial expressions polar opposite to the young man’s serious and disdainful one, as if while he’s looking at some sort of golden-egg laying goose, the young man is looking at some sort of shit blocking his path.
“You’re in the way, move…” Wu Xiaotian bravely taunted despite the middle-aged man’s pressure still bearing down on him, the feeling he currently has completely different from all those years ago, as if the pressure from the middle-aged man is nothing but wind brushing through his skin.
Hearing the words, Wu Xiaolong couldn’t help but pop a vein on his temple, his hand already trembling in anger as he was caught off guard by the disrespect.
‘Fucking brat, wait until you turn into a puppet, I will beat you into a pulp’ he thought to himself while still maintaining a semblance of a smile on his face, his next words aiming to taunt the young man.
“Looks like your mother fails to teach you manners, brat, but that’s fine, I’m quite the magnanimous father after all, how about this, you go home with me and I’ll let all of this transgression go or else─” before Wu Xiaolong can continue his talk, he senses a terrifying power exploding from the young man in front of him, his entire being screaming to get out of the area or else he’s about to be caught in something dangerous.
Wu Xiaotian intended to ignore everything the middle-aged man is about to say, trying his best to just go home while deterring him through the might of Mo Lingxue who he sensed is just around nearby, but the moment he heard the man talking about something so important to him in such manner, his body couldn’t help but move by itself.
‘Screw it’ was the last thought in his mind as for the first time in his entire life, his strength exploded with all its might, his current cultivation along with the [Chaotic Order Weapon Art] allowing him to reach the Perfection state Core Formation Realm, and the [Explosive Burst] allows his strength to increase even further, yet even despite all this, his strength is at most, enough to battle against a Body Integration Realm Cultivator, clearly paling in comparison to Wu Xiaolong’s cultivation.
Yet, there’s one thing that makes all this thing near irrelevant, and that is the fact that he’s proficient in spatial rules, and one of his techniques, [Rend], is something that is completely reliant on his comprehension of space rather than his cultivation or anything else, spatial comprehension that far transcends even normal celestial given how he manages to create an internal realm within his body despite him being only in the early realms of cultivation.
Is this enough to bridge a gap between their realms? Of course not, however, it is more than enough for the immortal-like young man to create something that is capable of inflicting damage upon an Ascension Realm expert’s flesh, something that really happened as the stern-looking middle-aged man failed to move away in time, getting hit by a transparent blade measuring a few meters long, the only trace of its existence the space around it being distorted into twists and turns.
“Don’t you fucking utter anything related to my mother with that filthy sound hole of yours” the immortal-like young man warned as terrifying intent flow out of him, changing the surroundings into one that the people who managed to witness his match with Dao Xuanyuan, a desolate field filled with blood-strewn decaying bodies on the ground, an image completely opposite to the soldiers floating up in the sky, the glowing light from their golden bodies bringing a sense of oppressive divine might, invoking all sorts of reaction from everyone witnessing the scene.
