Chapter 875: Chapter 875
The people who entered Emperor Pan Palace before him were all Quasi-Saint strongmen.
Chen Hai was naturally well aware of this.
The elderly couple fell to the ground, and he didn’t dare help them up. And now, a Quasi-Saint strongman in brocade clothes suddenly fell nearby. Naturally, he didn’t have the courage to lend him a helping hand.
Feeling as if he’d been stung by a wasp, Chen Hai swiftly sidestepped several paces.
Only then did he find a moment to focus on the situation inside the palace.
The central front of the palace was a high platform, but it stood empty.
Not only was Emperor Pan Ancestor absent from this lecture, but not a single taoist child was to be seen.
Under the high platform, there were nine meditation mats in close proximity.
In an instant, Chen Hai spotted Li Xuanfeng.
At that moment, he was leisurely sitting cross-legged on the foremost meditation mat.
As if sensing Chen Hai’s gaze, he turned his head and flashed a grin.
Of the nine mats, eight were already occupied, with only the last one still vacant.
When Li Xuanfeng entered Emperor Pan Palace, there were certainly mats remaining.
That guy always held himself in high esteem, and perhaps because he wanted to be first, didn’t consider the last mat worthy. This is likely why he clashed with the brocade warrior, chasing him off before claiming that position himself.
Otherwise, the brocade warrior wouldn’t have been thrown to the doorstep, nor would Li Xuanfeng have held the first position till Chen Hai arrived before leisurely sitting there.
"Since the brocade warrior was able to claim the foremost mat before Li Xuanfeng came in, he must have some skills!"
"Could it be that Li Xuanfeng merely excels in speed but has average combat abilities, thus making it inside the palace first?"
"Or perhaps, both being Quasi-Saints, Li Xuanfeng’s combat prowess is exceptional, vastly superior to those of the same rank?"
The moment Chen Hai grasped the palace’s situation, these thoughts arose within him.
Yet, this is hardly the time for him to ponder such questions.
As his gaze fixed on the empty meditation mat, his eyes noticeably brightened.
With his wings unfolding, his body transformed into a flash of thunder light; in just a flicker, he was seated cross-legged on the mat.
"Move aside, you lowly early Daluo Golden Immortal with an unstable realm, dare to take my spot, courting death!"
The brocade-clad warrior who’d been thrown to the palace entrance had already leapt to his feet, regaining his stance.
Having been deprived of his seat by Li Xuanfeng, he couldn’t physically overpower him, not unless he wished to humiliate himself further.
Accepting defeat, having conceded to Li Xuanfeng’s claim, he now aimed lower, targeting the remaining empty mat.
Seeing someone like Chen Hai, only an early-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, casually sit on the mat he regarded as his own, an endless fury surged within the brocade warrior’s heart.
With a roar, his towering frame unleashed a series of afterimages.
Charging close to Chen Hai, he raised his fist, aiming straight for Chen Hai’s head.
"The person who took your seat was Li Xuanfeng. Yet you’re hitting me instead because you find Chen easy to bully?"
"You only strike at the weak and fear the strong, what nonsense!"
Sitting cross-legged and unmoving, Chen Hai snorted.
The Heaven and Earth Exquisite Mysterious Yellow Tower reappeared above his head, with faces manifesting Human Desire Gluttony, swirling around him.
The brocade warrior’s punch, partly absorbed by those faces, landed on Chen Hai’s protective Mysterious Yellow Qi without even causing a ripple.
"An early Daluo could withstand my full-powered punch in rage? Impossible!" exclaimed the brocade warrior in disbelief.
He had never imagined a mere early Daluo Golden Immortal could endure his punch unscathed.
In his view, after landing the punch, this early Daluo should have been blown away, which would have been the best outcome.
He even prepared himself psychologically to seize the mat immediately afterward.
After all, he had clearly sensed two more individuals entering Emperor Pan Palace as he swung at Chen Hai.
"Xuanfeng, you, a Quasi-Saint, attempt a sneak attack on an early Daluo and fail?"
"Spread the word and not just you but the entire Golden Jade Mansion and Northern Continent’s reputation will be tainted."
"You want a seat? Let’s spar a bit, no need to defeat me. Just make me leave the mat, and it’ll be yours!" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
Li Xuanfeng, who had just seized the brocade warrior’s seat, laughed rudely, pointing at the bewildered man without reservation.
Whether it’s because he knows Li Xuanfeng or is intimidated by his displayed dominance, those present seemed inclined to ally with him.
As his words were spoken, two more sitting on mats opened their mouths in agreement.
"What if I attacked, what’s it to you?"
"Without enduring others’ hardship, don’t advise moral uprightness. If your spot was stolen, I guarantee your actions would be even worse."
"Merely an early Daluo Golden Immortal relying on artifacts to block my punch; what qualifies him to sit here?"
"I’m taking this spot, mark my words, I, Xuanfeng said it..."
With a conflicted expression facing the ridicule and disdain, Xuanfeng seemed resolved to lay it out bare.
His retreating fist was again raised.
Judging by his stance, he appeared ready to deliver more punches since the first didn’t send Chen Hai flying.
"Xuanfeng, your previous strike lacked power, didn’t satisfy me."
"I’m right here; show me how many punches it takes to break my defenses and hurt me!"
Remaining seated, Chen Hai tilted his head, coolly gazing at the brocade warrior Xuanfeng without any sign of flinching.
Having received that punch, Chen Hai had already gauged Xuanfeng’s strength well.
Though not confident in defeating Xuanfeng, he felt assured he could withstand his attacks for a stick of incense’s time.