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Chapter 50 - Pride of God Sons and Holy Sons Gathering, Jiang Chen's Arrival!
Chapter 50 : Pride of God Sons and Holy Sons Gathering, Jiang Chen’s Arrival!
“Hahaha, the Pure Yang Holy Son is right!”
“People are foolish to blame others, especially since the Primordial Holy Son didn’t deceive them!”
“Indeed, provoking the Primordial Holy Son for no reason and thinking they could defeat him, only to be counter-killed. They even thought the Primordial Holy Land’s seniors interfered, resulting in their complete loss. How can they blame him for this?”
“To be honest, why didn’t I encounter such good fortune back in the day? Four intact saint weapons!”
“You might as well learn from the Primordial Holy Son, but you need the other party to have a sufficient background, and you need one too. Otherwise, the other party won’t be a wealth-bringer but an executioner!”
“You remind me that the two ancient imperial clans dared to swallow their anger because of the Primordial Holy Land. Otherwise, given their way of doing things, they surely couldn’t suffer a loss so silently!”
“With strength and background, that’s the Primordial Holy Son. Without either, you become history!”
As the Pure Yang Holy Son spoke mockingly, many cultivators in Ancestral Dragon City also opened up. Mocking, ridiculing, their voices resonating throughout Ancestral Dragon City.
Hearing the surrounding discussions, the Gold-Winged Roc Clan’s Holy Son’s face was frosty, boiling with murderous intent, an endless killing aura spreading.
Especially towards the Pure Yang Holy Son, wishing to tear him into pieces. If it wasn’t for this guy’s annoying mouth, they wouldn’t have lost face like this.
“Stop staring at me. If you want to make a move, do it quickly. At worst, I’ll slay a dragon and then a bird!” The Pure Yang Holy Son didn’t give them any face.
In fact, he didn’t need to. Though the Pure Yang Holy Land couldn’t match the Primordial Holy Land, it wasn’t far behind. As one of the immortal powers, he was not afraid of these ancient imperial clans. If they had the ability, they should make a move. If not, they should shut up!
“Cang Weng, step aside, I’ll handle this!”
The Gold-Winged Roc Clan’s God Son couldn’t sit still anymore, knowing he couldn’t refuse this challenge. Otherwise, he would become the laughingstock of everyone.
“Get lost!” Cang Weng spat out a word without even lifting his eyelid. He wasn’t about to let go of the chance to vent on the Pure Yang Holy Son so easily. Besides, how was the embarrassment of the Gold-Winged Roc Clan his concern?
The Azure Dragon Clan and the Gold-Winged Roc Clan had a deep-seated enmity and were far from getting along. Cang Weng didn’t give him any face, partly because of the support from the True Dragon Clan, one of the most powerful ancient imperial clans among the myriad races. Simply put, with such a powerful backing, the Azure Dragon Clan hardly regarded others.
This situation led to a rivalry where the Gold-Winged Roc Clan, despite their hatred, hesitated to confront the Azure Dragon Clan directly. And due to this enmity, Cang Weng didn’t bother to show any courtesy, even secretly enjoying the Pure Yang Holy Son’s taunts.
“You!” Jin Changhe was furious, his face ashen with rage, shocked by Cang Weng’s blatant disrespect. A tremendous pressure spread from him, enveloping Cang Weng.
“You want to fight?” Cang Weng, unfazed, released his own pressure in response. Their terrifying auras collided, shaking the heavens and earth as if to split them apart.
The instigator, the Pure Yang Holy Son, added fuel to the fire: “Cang Weng, if I were you, I’d have slaughtered that bird the moment he spoke to me like that! You have the True Dragon Clan backing you, why fear him? Even if you really kill Jin Changhe, the Gold-Winged Roc Clan wouldn’t dare touch you. If you’re a man, act on it, don’t dilly-dally like a woman.”
The crowd sweat bullets as they watched the spectacle unfold. “This Pure Yang Holy Son really knows how to stir the pot,” someone muttered. And indeed, he did. By provoking the Azure Dragon Holy Son and the Gold-Winged Roc Holy Son, he cleverly extricated himself from the confrontation, content to watch from the sidelines.
Meanwhile, in a high tower, a petite and adorable girl stuck out her tongue playfully. “That Pure Yang Holy Son is quite the character,” she remarked. “With just a few words, he managed to turn the tables and become a mere spectator, while the others are at each other’s throats.”
Standing next to her was a dashing and imposing young man, draped in a black Xuan Bird robe. He stood by the window, hands behind his back, exuding the aura of a supreme emperor. “While the Pure Yang Holy Son’s temperament is somewhat peculiar, his other qualities are outstanding,” he said. “His presence adds a twist to the Heavenly Pride Gathering, making it far more interesting than usual.”
This man was none other than Qin Ershi, the organizer of the Heavenly Pride Gathering and one of the three great Holy Sons of the human race. The girl beside him was Princess Qin Yao of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Princess Qin Yao chuckled, “It’s your influence, Brother Emperor, that drew the Pure Yang Holy Son here. Even Feng Qingtian of the Immortal Phoenix Clan invited him, but he declined. It’s clear that he came for the sake of Primordial Holy Son Jiang Chen, not just for you.”
Qin Ershi responded with a calm demeanor, “It’s not just about giving me face. The Pure Yang Holy Son and many of the ancient imperial clans are here because of Jiang Chen.”
“His recent breakthrough to the Great Master Realm and him legendaryly defeating the Soaring Snake God Son have made him the talk of the Nine Heavens. He has become the stepping stone that every young prodigy wants to surpass. I am no exception.”
In the midst of their conversation, the sky thundered, heralding the arrival of nine chariots pulling a magnificent carriage. A staggering pressure swept across the heavens, causing the sky to rumble and quake. Each chariot bore a flag with a character inscribed like Dao patterns: “Primordial.”
Onlookers gasped as they saw the approaching entourage, their eyes widening in awe. A hushed excitement spread through the crowd. “Primordial Holy Son Jiang Chen is here!” they exclaimed.
The true protagonist of the Heavenly Pride Gathering had finally arrived. It wasn’t the Pure Yang Holy Son or even Qin Ershi. It was Primordial Holy Son Jiang Chen, the reason most of the young prodigies had gathered.