Chapter 474: Chapter 474

474: Chapter 469: Reason Well 474: Chapter 469: Reason Well A Divine Servant suddenly attacked, tilting his head and looking at the black Sealing Demon Sword in Ying Xiu’s hand, he exclaimed, “So it’s also an Immortal Artifact Spirit Sword, no wonder you are so wildly disrespectful.

Didn’t your mother tell you that there is a world of difference between a low-grade Immortal Artifact and a top-grade one?”

The huge black umbrella above not only injured everyone but could even absorb cultivation Spiritual Power, including that of Spiritual Artifact Soldiers.

It had a terrifying ability to suppress weapons.

Holding the Sealing Demon Sword, Ying Xiu faintly felt his own sword’s rank seemed to be falling.

The Divine Servant looked at him disdainfully, the foreign, nearly rude gaze toyed with Ying Xiu and for the first time, gave him a surreal illusion about the world.

Crown Prince’s face turned red with embarrassment; he was from the Central Netherworld Dynasty, of noble blood, and the foremost person in the Deceitful Dao for generations.

Although the Hundred Immortal Sects in the Mortal World spoke against the Central Netherworld Dynasty, they dared only discuss it in private.

His noble identity commanded respect—countless peers bowed their heads to him, even Grandmasters dared not disrespect him.

Throughout the journey, he had treated people with a gentle approach, not universally adored but surely no one dared to throttle him and look at him as if he were an ant.

The Divine Servant saw the rage and humiliation in his eyes, laughed twice, slowly loosened his grip on Ying Xiu’s neck, set him on the ground, and straightened his collar, saying, “It’s clear that you have a distinguished birth, the highest status among these humans.”

Ying Xiu angrily shook off the hand from his collar, said coldly, “A mere commoner, what do they count for!”

The Divine Servant sneered, clenched his fist, energy bursting between his fingers, and punched Ying Xiu in the face.

Teeth shattered, bones broke.

Ying Xiu couldn’t even scream before the punch deeply dented his face, blood and teeth flying mixed together.

He staggered backward two steps, his bloody face quickly covered by rage.

The Crown Prince roared, his red official robe inflated and flapped, the hem sending up numerous cold, black crow feathers.

But under the great Immortal Artifact umbrella, Ying Xiu’s power was completely suppressed, and the speed of summoning Yin Crows was significantly slower.

The Divine Servant forcefully grabbed into the void.

A side of Ying Xiu’s cheek, cold blood violently splashed out as a dead Yin Crow was casually discarded on the ground by him.

The Divine Servant, with an expression of shock mixed with confusion, grabbed Ying Xiu’s hair and yanked it downwards fiercely, raised his knee and hit him hard in his bloody face.

Ying Xiu finally couldn’t endure any longer, a painful moan escaped his lips, his scalp and cheek in excruciating pain.

But what was even more unbearable was the deeply humiliating act; it undeniably trampled his self-esteem into the ground.

The Cultivators following Ying Xiu cried out in shock.

The Divine Servant holding Ying Xiu’s hair revealed a mocking glance and chuckled, “Kneel down.”

Ying Xiu’s whole body shook, he violently raised his head, ignoring the intense pain in his scalp, his eyes glaring red, “What did you say!

The Divine Servant slightly lifted his finger, aura sweeping out, creating a small bloody hole in front and behind his abdomen, just half an inch away from his Spirit Root.

He coldly repeated, “Kneel down.”

Fear replaced the physical pain.

The Spirit Root was extremely important for a Cultivator, as it was foundational.

If the Spirit Root was destroyed, the cultivation would be completely wasted and even the body would quickly age, becoming decrepit and feeble.

Cold sweat ran down with the blood on his cheek, the Divine Servant’s indifferent tone left no room for reversal, any resistance from Ying Xiu would lead to his Spirit Root being penetrated by the next finger without hesitation.

As one of the sons of Heavenly Dao, as the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, he could not allow himself to be a useless person without cultivation!

Biting his teeth fiercely, the muscles under his clothes tensed up because of the suppressed humiliation.

Ying Xiu said nothing, his breath heavy like a dying beast.

Slowly he lowered his body, his knees hitting the hard ground, his body shaking violently.

All the Cultivators behind him were stunned.

They knew in their hearts that, compared to destroying their foundation and Spirit Root, they too would choose to endure the humiliation and kneel for the moment.

But when they saw Ying Xiu actually bend his back to kneel, they still found it hard to believe.

They thought to themselves, once the identity of the Young Master of Tianxi, Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, was stripped away, he was just an ordinary mortal indeed.

After Ying Xiu knelt, he fell into a deathly silence.

The Divine Servant contentedly let go of his hair and glanced around coldly.

The people all looked at each other, their hearts filled with anger and unwillingness, but since the Crown Prince had knelt, they as lesser figures persisting stubbornly would only be like ants shaking a tree, bound to lead to their own demise.

Amidst a slight rustling, the people gradually knelt down.

The leading Divine Servant wore a mocking smile, said, “It proves that we don’t need to draw swords, some people’s bones just soften on their own.”

The childish-looking boy ignored his mocking words, calmly glanced at the people who bent without fighting, then shifted his gaze to a boy in the crowd.

The boy wasn’t particularly tall, but he didn’t kneel with everyone else.

In this moment, he appeared exceedingly tall.

He stood blocking a Divine Servant, who was originally supposed to search the stony corridor leading to the lodgings of the tribe.

Under the aura of the great umbrella, the location of Fang Geyu and the others was clear.

The Divine Servant, face cold, said, “There are always fools in this world.”

Baili An sighed lightly, said, “There are always so many unreasonable people in this world, so…”

Divine Servant, “So?”

Baili An raised his fist, decisively smashed it towards his face.

“So just use fists to reason with them.”

The Divine Servant looked up in shock, watching the frail, pale youth coming at him with a punch that seemed common and without any strong breeze or hurricane Spiritual Energy.

The Divine Servant sneered back with a punch, his fist wrapped in violent Lightning Spiritual Ability, dazzling and exhilarating as if to ignite the darkness under the umbrella.

The power of the Chengling Realm was terrifying.

The Cultivators kneeling on the ground quietly watched the young boy brave enough to fight the Divine Servant, feeling no admiration, only thinking him foolish.

They both were prey easily butchered.

Why expend the effort to catch someone’s eye?

Even if he wins a moment of pride, standing in front of them, it wouldn’t be long before he faced a severe consequence.

When their fists collided, they suddenly heard a sharp, agonizing scream.

Then a figure, as if hit by a giant mountain, whizzed backwards, crashing into a massive rock with a loud bang.

In the cracked stone, the Divine Servant embedded deeply, his head tilted, face full of pain, his entire right arm fractured and twisted grotesquely, with bright red broken bones protruding through the flesh, blood sizzling as it poured out.

Ying Xiu suddenly raised his broken-nose face, shockingly looked at the Divine Servant on the rock, unable to utter a word.