Chapter 4508

Daoist Wufei glanced at the Tenth Highness and chuckled softly, his tone laced with disdain.
“Just a little brat. Simple, so simple…”

The people of the Xiao Imperial Dynasty fell to their knees, overwhelmed with excitement. Even the legendary Godly Monarch, who had once saved their dynasty, had returned. To them, his presence meant hope, salvation, and an end to despair.

For many, this was their first time seeing this mythical figure in person, a moment etched forever in their memories.

“Old mongrel! How dare you insult our Divine Race? Are you courting death?”
The Tenth Highness sneered, his sharp gaze fixed on Daoist Wufei. He had recognized the venerable figure immediately.

“I only speak the truth. Killing me won’t erase the fact that your Divine Race has fallen.”
Daoist Wufei’s voice was calm but resolute.

The Tenth Highness’s expression darkened, his fury palpable.
“You dare! Old fool, prepare to die!”

Without hesitation, the Tenth Highness launched a punch, simple yet devastating in its raw power.

Daoist Wufei’s expression grew serious. A golden light erupted from his hand as he raised a seemingly ordinary wooden staff to counter the attack. Yet this was no mere stick—it was a divine weapon.

Boom!

The clash shook the heavens. The Great Dao roared, the void quivered, and the entire Imperial City seemed on the brink of collapse under the chaotic, oppressive aura.

The people watched with bated breath, hoping their revered Divine Monarch could defeat the Tenth Highness. But when the fist and staff collided, the scene froze in eerie stillness.

All sound vanished.

As the tension peaked, the crowd saw something unthinkable—Daoist Wufei’s staff began to crack and shatter. Worse still, his body, like fragile stone, crumbled bit by bit.

Hovering helplessly, his divine soul hung suspended in the air. His expression was serene, yet devoid of hope.

The cheers of the Xiao Imperial Dynasty’s people died in their throats. Just moments ago, they had believed in victory. Now, their hearts sank.

One punch. Just one punch had defeated their revered Divine Monarch.

And the Tenth Highness hadn’t even drawn a weapon.

Despair spread like wildfire through the crowd.

Master Immeasurable sighed heavily. “Ah, poor Wufei… After being trapped for so many years, it seems his strength has diminished greatly.”

Daoist Wufei, despite his crumbling state, managed a faint smile.
“Immeasurable… It seems I won’t be joining you in returning to the Heavenly Realm after all.”

With those final words, his divine soul dissipated into the void.

Far away, in Sun and Moon City, Daoist Wuji felt a sudden, sharp pang. His brow furrowed deeply.

“Daoist, what’s the matter?” Lin Chong asked, puzzled by the sudden shift.

“Emperor Lin, I must leave immediately…” Without further explanation, Daoist Wuji vanished into thin air.

Back in the Imperial City, despair gripped the people of the Xiao Dynasty.

Even their Divine Monarch, the one they had placed all their hopes upon, had been so easily defeated. Was this truly the end of the Xiao Imperial Dynasty?

As the people drowned in hopelessness, Xiao Feng stood motionless, his heart heavy.
“Is this it? Is the Xiao Dynasty truly finished?” he muttered, unable to comprehend how things had unraveled so quickly.

He clenched his fists. “I just became the Crown Prince… Could my destiny be to witness the fall of my dynasty?”

But then, Xiao Feng straightened. His voice trembled with determination.
“Even if we fall, even if we face death, when have the people of the Xiao Dynasty ever bowed their heads in humiliation?”

Suddenly, a powerful voice thundered through the heavens.

“Indeed! The Xiao Dynasty stands tall, no matter the odds!”

It was Xiao Yuanshan.

“Father!” Xiao Feng and Xiao Jian cried out in unison.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from the heart of the Xiao Imperial Dynasty, shaking the earth and sky. A lone figure emerged, standing tall as the world seemed to quake beneath his presence.

Xiao Yuanshan.

Clad in a flowing robe, his expression was calm, unshaken, as if oblivious to the imminent danger surrounding his dynasty.

At the sight of him, the people fell to their knees once more.

Xiao Yuanshan—the mightiest force in the Xiao Dynasty—had arrived.

The Tenth Highness eyed him with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
“So, you’re Emperor Xiao?”