Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 588 - 587: What did you just say? Say it again! (Seventh update)

The aura of a peak Semi-Saint!

Qin Heng looked toward the Beijing Expo Center and instantly identified the level of the force that had burst forth. However, behind this Semi-Saint level power was another force that made even his heart pound with unease!

Above the Great Saint!

Possibly, at the Saint King level!?

How is that possible!? Qin Heng's eyes showed a hint of surprise and confusion. What level is a Saint King? That's a realm comparable to Nascent Soul Stage True Lords, who could shatter ordinary planets the size of Earth with a flip of their palm!

In his previous life, after Qin Heng had broken through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, he left Earth to travel the Starry Sky, encountering many civilizations on Stars of Life and worlds!

On many Stars of Life!

Nascent Soul Stage True Lords were revered as ancestors, as Ancestor Gods, the foundation of entire civilizations—indeed, a single Nascent Soul Stage True Lord could be equivalent to an entire civilization!

Even in many star systems, there was an unwritten rule: only civilizations with a Nascent Soul Stage True Lord were considered to have truly stepped into the starry realm and possessed the right to dialogue with other civilizations.

Otherwise, they were merely indigenous Cultivators dwelling on a single planet. It wouldn't be surprising if a passing Nascent Soul Stage True Lord happened to extinguish them with a flick of their hand, nor would anyone speak up for such a low-level civilization.

Now, Earth is in the End of Dharma Age, yet a Saint King level person or treasure has appeared??

This is madness!

Earlier, Qin Heng had been surprised to find a damaged Great Saint Treasure Weapon among the ancient relics from the Shang and Zhou periods. After all, it was very difficult to encounter something of that level in this era.

How much time has passed, and now a Saint King level entity has popped up!?

Could it be that artifact from the Xia Dynasty? The one Wu He wants to refine his Ghost Servants with and retrieve? Who touched that artifact?

Qin Heng's form flickered, and he turned into a streak of light, rushing towards the Beijing Expo Center, which was cracking and trembling as if it could collapse at any moment. At the same time, he exerted his Mana to stabilize the building!

"Hey! Don't leave yet!" The policewoman wanted to keep Qin Heng from leaving to express her gratitude. Being an ordinary person, she couldn't feel the burst of terrifying aura and had no idea what was happening.

Seeing Qin Heng suddenly leave, she felt somewhat disheartened but quickly perked up again, clenched her fists, and said with a smile, "I will definitely find you!"

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「Inside the central hall of the Beijing Expo Center!」

An ancient artifact from the Xia Dynasty was displayed here, guarded with utmost security!

Not only were there secular police forces armed with real guns and live ammunition, but there were also powerful Martial Artists. Two members from the Myth Organization, codenamed Wang Lingguan and He Xiangu—two peak Innate powerhouses—were also present!

Normally, with Beijing being the stronghold of the Myth Organization, very few Transcendents dared to cause trouble here. With the protection of two peak Innate cultivators practicing ancient Divine Skills, security should have been foolproof.

But now, facing this blond man who had suddenly appeared, He Xiangu and Wang Lingguan felt unbearably oppressed. His mere gaze made them feel as if they were suffocating!

"So weak, truly too weak. Are these the experts of the Myth Organization? How can they be so feeble?" The blond man stroked his shiny hair, revealing his handsome face, wantonly unleashing his oppressive aura.

He was completely indifferent that this terrifying aura could potentially cause the Beijing Expo Center to collapse and kill everyone inside. With an air of arrogant gentility, he chuckled lightly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am a Knight of the Round Table from London, the Son of Sun, favored by Excalibur, codenamed 'Gao Wen.' You may call me—Invincible Gao Wenqing."

A Knight of the Round Table!?

Gao Wen, favored by Excalibur!?

Upon hearing this, Wang Lingguan's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked at Gao Wen in a mixture of shock and disbelief. Channeling his Innate True Qi, he barely managed to speak, his voice heavy, "Gao Wen, it is said that among the Twelve Round Table Knights, you are second only to King Arthur in strength! Indeed, your fame is well-deserved. Your oppressive aura is probably on par with a Heavenly Ranking Semi-Saint. But why have you come here? Why are you seizing our country's cultural relics? What do you want?!"

Wang Lingguan was a man in his thirties with an ordinary face. He wasn't particularly tall, just over 1.7 meters, and was dressed in loose training clothes, standing ramrod straight.

But, after all, he was only at the peak of the Innate Realm. Even though he practiced the Divine Skill passed down by "Wang Lingguan," one of the War Gods of the Heavenly Court, his strength was at most close to that of an average Semi-Saint!

Facing a powerhouse like Gao Wen, comparable to a Heavenly Ranking Semi-Saint, it was already incredibly difficult for him to remain standing. An ordinary peak Innate cultivator would likely not even have the courage to lift their head when facing a Heavenly Ranking Semi-Saint.

"Gao Wen! Put down our country's cultural relic!" He Xiangu gritted her teeth and said sternly, "Such brazenness is suicidal! Do you know where you are?!"

The woman codenamed He Xiangu appeared to be a beautiful young woman in her early twenties. She wore a light green, traditional-style dress that fastened above her chest, with hairpins in her hair and light makeup, the very picture of a maiden from ancient times.

Yet, there was no sense of incongruity. Her facial features were exquisite, possessing the charm of a classical beauty. Her appearance was like that of a fairy who had stepped out of a painting—pleasing to the eye, yet inspiring awe and banishing any disrespectful thoughts.

However, she could barely remain standing now, her body enveloped in an emerald glow. This was her True Qi, brimming with vitality, which she had fully activated to barely resist Gao Wen's oppressive aura!

The gap between the peak of the Innate Realm and a Heavenly Ranking Semi-Saint was indeed enormous. Even by cultivating ancient Divine Skills, it was impossible to bridge such a vast, chasm-like difference!

"HAHAHA!" Gao Wen burst into laughter, looking at Wang Lingguan and He Xiangu with contempt, and sneered, "Beneath the Saints, I am invincible! Now that the West Emperor and Prince East are away, who in all of China can kill me?"

Then, he turned to Xia Shuang beside him, handed her a dagger, and said, "Beautiful lady, go ahead. Use this dagger to draw a turtle on the faces of these two loathsome creatures and carve the words 'Sick Man of East Asia' onto them. Go on! HAHAHA!"

Xia Shuang's eyes were vacant; her divine soul had clearly been bewitched. But upon hearing Gao Wen's command, a flicker of struggle appeared in her eyes. Unfortunately, as an ordinary person facing a Heavenly Ranking Semi-Saint, she could not resist.

"Gao Wen, what exactly are you trying to do?!" Wang Lingguan and He Xiangu felt their blood boil. This Gao Wen actually wants to humiliate them so terribly! To have a turtle drawn on their faces and be branded with 'Sick Man of East Asia'—that would be worse than death itself!

"Originally, I just came to see what kind of trashy cultural relics you 'yellow-skinned monkeys' possessed. But then I saw two of my compatriots forced to kneel, hitting and cursing themselves, even cursing my motherland!"

Gao Wen scoffed, "You Chinese have a saying, don't you? 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.' Or perhaps, 'Treat others as they have treated you.' Now, I will make China lose all face!"

As he spoke, he twirled the Bone Flute in his hand and sneered, "This is a cultural relic from four thousand years ago? From that Xia Dynasty that supposedly never even existed? That's hilarious! You probably just had some shoddy craftsman make this, right? You 'yellow-skinned monkeys' are just riddled with insecurity! Trash! It's all trash! HAHAHA... UGH!!"

Gao Wen's laughter was cut short, replaced by a scream. A hand seemed to emerge from the void, clamping around his throat and hoisting him straight into the air!

Qin Heng materialized, his expression indifferent. He stared at Gao Wen, his voice as cold as ice, "What did you say just now? Say it again?"