Ch. 319 - Is It Your Place To Discipline Him?

Hearing the words of the woman in the green robe, the Imperial Meridian cultivator next to her quickly nodded and stepped aside into the air.

The two remaining Imperial Meridian cultivators looked at Xu Zimo, spiritforce surging around them as they stared at him intently.

They didn't dare to attack first either. After all, from the earlier clash, they could sense the difference in strength.

As long as they could stall Xu Zimo, that would be enough.

"Don't worry, I won't run," Xu Zimo said with a smile. "But before your master arrives, shouldn't I knock you both down?"

Xu Zimo slightly bent his right leg and stomped forward with his left foot.

His entire figure shot forward like a streak of light.

The Power of Creation surged around him, and the surrounding space crackled and exploded.

An overwhelming aura surged forth, and the two Imperial Meridian cultivators' expressions changed slightly.

But they could only grit their teeth and charge forward.

With a loud boom, the explosion rang out.

The two were sent flying, crashing heavily into the mountainside nearby.

Rocks and dirt fell.

The two slowly stood up, their arms bloody and mangled, sleeves long torn apart.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were all dumbfounded.

Two ancestors of the Cloud Emperor Sect, both Imperial Meridian cultivators, had been crushed by a young man.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

Someone muttered.

"Don't you know that the Cloud Emperor Sect is a subsidiary sect of the Blood Nether Sacred Ground? And he's someone close to the Sacred Lord of the Blood Nether Sacred Ground."

"Seems like his background isn't simple either!"

Ignoring the discussions around him, Xu Zimo walked step by step toward the two from the Cloud Emperor Sect.

The green-robed woman took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding crowd.

"These days, our various sects have gathered in Blue Stone Valley. We agreed to drive out all rogue cultivators. Now there's a rogue cultivator causing trouble, are we all just going to ignore this?"

Hearing her words, the people around looked at each other.

They weren't fools.

Rogue cultivator? There was clearly more to this.

"I think Sect Master Yun has a point. Now that the facts are out, why not stop fighting and investigate?"

Someone on good terms with the Cloud Emperor Sect tried to plead.

"Young man, how about you stop for now?" someone else said to Xu Zimo.

"If you're a rogue cultivator, then we’ll have to take you in."

"You can try," Xu Zimo replied, giving the speaker a cold glance.

His Imperial Meridian aura surged powerfully.

The Power of Creation wrapped around him, roaring as if to shatter the skies.

Feeling the chill in Xu Zimo’s voice, the man shrank his neck.

He looked around and found no one backing him up.

He quickly realized, though everyone spoke up, they were just trying to use public pressure.

No one actually wanted to act.

Besides, this young man could crush Imperial Meridian cultivators, no one here was a match for him.

Unless an Imperial Lineage stepped in, nothing could be done.

...

Xu Zimo arrived in front of the two Imperial Meridian cultivators from the Cloud Emperor Sect.

He twisted his neck and looked at one of them before throwing a punch.

He held nothing back in that punch.

The cultivator didn’t even have time to scream, his head exploded on the spot, blood spraying everywhere.

The green-robed woman beside him stepped back several times.

Her back hit the mountain, and only then did she stop.

The crowd furrowed their brows, no one expected Xu Zimo to be so ruthless.

"Do you even know the Blood Nether Sacred Ground?" the woman asked, swallowing hard.

"He offended me, so what if he’s from the Blood Nether Sacred Ground?" Xu Zimo replied calmly.

"You’re quite arrogant."

Just as Xu Zimo finished speaking, a voice rang out from nearby.

The crowd parted, and a group of people walked through.

Leading them was none other than the current Sacred Lord of the Blood Nether Sacred Ground, Blood-Soaked Dragon.

Xu Zimo turned around, and the two stared at each other from afar.

Blood-Soaked Dragon frowned and thought to himself, "Why is it him?"

During the previous Six Holy Lands Gathering, when Xu Zimo earned the title of Holy Son, it was Blood-Soaked Dragon who had led his lineage’s team.

Of course he recognized Xu Zimo.

Now that this matter involved the True Martial Sacred Ground’s Holy Son, he felt a bit uneasy.

Though both sects were Imperial Lineages, as the leader of the Blood Nether Sacred Ground, he knew the true difference between them.

But with everyone watching, he couldn’t afford to lose face for his sect.

"Xu Zimo, what do you think you’re doing?" Blood-Soaked Dragon asked coldly.

Hearing his words, the crowd gasped.

Those who had been waiting for drama were stunned.

The Blood Nether Sacred Ground’s Sacred Lord actually knew this young man.

It seemed the youth’s background was far from ordinary.

"Doesn't the name Xu Zimo sound familiar?" someone whispered.

"Sounds like I’ve heard it somewhere," another person said, scratching his head.

"Isn’t the Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground also named Xu Zimo?" someone exclaimed.

"Probably just someone with the same name."

As those words came out, the crowd instantly buzzed with shock.

As the most powerful sect on the Eastern Continent in everyone’s mind, the True Martial Sacred Ground’s Holy Son attracted endless attention.

But he was known for being low-key.

Aside from winning the Six Holy Lands Gathering, there hadn’t been much news about him.

...

"Killing a few blind fools, so what? Do you have a problem with that, Sacred Lord?" Xu Zimo replied.

"Do you know that the Cloud Emperor Sect is a subsidiary sect of our Blood Nether Sacred Ground?" Blood-Soaked Dragon asked with a frown.

"So what? Even if they were your own people, if they offend me, I’ll kill them. Let alone a mere subsidiary sect," Xu Zimo said calmly.

Seeing Blood-Soaked Dragon arrive, the green-robed woman shouted, "Sacred Lord, Yihang was killed by him!"

"If you won’t repent, then I’ll take you down myself and demand an explanation from the True Martial Sacred Ground," Blood-Soaked Dragon said coldly.

Power at the peak of the Empyrean Meridian Realm surged around him.

A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes.

Zhuo Yihang, the insignificant man no one cared about, was actually his illegitimate son.

Even though he never liked this son, blood was thicker than water.

He had placed him in the Cloud Emperor Sect, hoping he could live out his days peacefully there.

With his instructions, Yihang should have received special treatment in the sect.

But Zhuo Yihang was arrogant and domineering, and he even practiced a demonic art that absorbed women’s yin energy.

Normally it wasn’t a big deal, Blood-Soaked Dragon could suppress any trouble.

It was just unlucky that he ran into Xu Zimo today.

...

Just as Blood-Soaked Dragon was about to make his move, a group of people suddenly descended from the sky.

"The Holy Son of my True Martial Sacred Ground, is it your place to discipline him, Sacred Lord?"

Elder Tianzhen arrived with a group of disciples, slowly descending.

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