Chapter 4507
The Tenth Highness scanned the silent crowd, a cold smile curling on his lips.
“The Xiao Imperial Dynasty—thousands of years of legacy, and yet not one worthy fighter to face me? Come out, someone capable!”
“Sending mere strays to confront me—is this how you insult me? Where is your so-called Xiao Emperor? Send me a proper steward!”
His words, sharp as poisoned needles, pierced the hearts of the Xiao Imperial Dynasty’s subjects.
This proud dynasty, with millions of people and centuries of glory, was now humiliated by a child. No one dared to respond.
Then, from amidst the rubble, a slow, mocking voice rang out:
“The God Race, so lofty and proud, treating everything below them as mere ants. Yet here you are, coming to a minor Celestial Realm to make a scene. Is this what the once-mighty God Race has been reduced to? Picking fights in lowly worlds?”
All heads turned toward the voice as rubble shifted, and a figure emerged—a man dressed in tattered, patched clothing, resembling a beggar.
His hair was messy and dry, covered in dust, obscuring most of his face. He leaned on a slightly bent wooden stick for support as he hobbled forward.
The crowd stared at the beggar, their eyes wide with confusion.
Kai, however, locked his gaze on the man. From his words, it was clear he knew of the Divine Race, and his demeanor suggested he was no ordinary Celestial Realm cultivator. Perhaps this man had been a Heavenly Realm cultivator, left stranded in the Celestial Realm since the God-Devil War, trapped by the Heaven and Earth Grand Formation.
“Old Divine Sovereign?”
The old prime minister’s eyes widened in shock as he suddenly knelt, his voice trembling.
The words “Old Divine Sovereign” stunned the crowd. In an instant, the entire Xiao Imperial Dynasty kneeled in unison before the beggar.
Kai was bewildered and turned to Xiao Feng.
“Xiao Emperor, what’s going on here?”
Xiao Feng quickly explained:
“Mr. Chen, you may not know this, but the Old Divine Sovereign is the savior of our Xiao Imperial Dynasty. In our dynasty, there is a Godly Monarch Temple dedicated to him, where we offer daily prayers.”
“During the God-Devil War, the Xiao Imperial Dynasty faced annihilation. It was this Dao Monarch who stepped in, shielding part of our foundation. His intervention allowed our dynasty to survive and thrive to this day. That’s why we honor him in the temple, though we never imagined he would appear in person.”
Kai listened intently, now certain that the beggar before them was indeed a Heavenly Realm cultivator.
But instead of addressing those kneeling, the beggar fixed his gaze on Kai, staring intently.
The intensity of the gaze made Kai uneasy, his heart racing as he wondered why this man was fixated on him.
Suddenly, the Red Cloud Demon Lord muttered in irritation:
“That old bastard, dressing like a beggar—I barely recognized him.”
Kai turned to him, startled. “Senior, you know this person?”
“Of course! That’s Wufei, also known as Daoist Wufei. I’ve met him twice before,” the Red Cloud Demon Lord replied.
Kai’s heart leaped with hope. “Then… are you friends with Daoist Wufei?”
“Friends?” The Red Cloud Demon Lord snorted dismissively. “He’s not worthy to be my friend! That little trash…”
Kai froze, utterly speechless.
At that moment, Master Limitless stepped forward, recognizing the beggar.
“Old man Wufei! I didn’t expect to find you mingling with the Xiao Dynasty.”
Hearing the voice, Daoist Wufei shifted his gaze to Master Limitless.
“Immeasurable Vulture? You’re still alive, too? Stuck here, unable to return to the Heavenly Realm like the rest of us.”
Daoist Wufei smiled faintly, his tone casual.
Master Limitless waved off the pleasantries, his face serious.
“Spare me the small talk. You’d better deal with this whelp in front of us,” he said, pointing directly at the Tenth Highness. “Otherwise, none of us are walking out of here alive.”