Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 872: Who Claims to Be Invincible?

BOOM!!

With a loud crash, the walls of the Ye manor collapsed with a bang, sending fragments of bricks and tiles flying everywhere, piercing through the walls of many nearby houses. The antique rockeries, lakes, and pavilions were also damaged.

Furthermore, many unprepared Ye family members were caught in the sudden attack, suffering head injuries, broken limbs, or even dying on the spot!

In just a few seconds, the Ye family, one of the eight great families in Xijing City, was almost reduced to rubble. Those inside were either dead or wounded, with hardly anyone left unscathed.

"Block me! Come on, stop me! Old man! I want to see if you can stop me from taking that woman away!"

An unbelievably arrogant voice echoed from outside like thunder, causing the Ye family members to have splitting headaches. Wang Jiuyin on the ground turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Family Head, run! Those otherworldly intruders are here! They've come!"

Wang Jiuyin shouted with all his might, supporting himself with both hands on the ground, gritting his teeth to stand up. He wanted to get up, to continue stopping those "otherworldly intruders."

"Master Wang!" Ye Jiajia came out from the main hall and went to Wang Jiuyin's side, saying, "No, I am the family head of the Ye family. I cannot abandon the entire Ye family to escape!!"

"No! You must go! Go to Beijing! Go find Immortal Venerable Qin! That's the only hope for the Ye family, and also your only hope! Hurry!" Wang Jiuyin, in a fit of desperation, said to Ye Jiajia:

"You're just stepping into the Transcendence Realm; you can't possibly be their match. I'll hold them back with my life, you must quickly go and find Immortal Venerable Qin! Ahhh!"

As he said this, Wang Jiuyin suddenly let out a painful scream, spitting out another mouthful of blood, the light in his eyes dimmed again. The body he had barely managed to support collapsed to the ground once more, weakly saying, "Go! Quickly go!!"

"Hahahaha!! What a loyal show of protecting your master! But unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, loyalty and emotional scenes are completely useless!"

Then a youth in a fiery red robe walked slowly over the rubble.

He looked to be in his twenties, with handsome features and a sunny, attractive demeanor. However, his expression was overwhelmingly arrogant, as if no one was worth his attention, looking down at the Ye family members with intense disdain.

Behind this young man were two rows of youthful and beautiful maidens, each row consisting of twelve. They all appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with graceful looks, radiant beauty, and exquisite curves.

They wore white gauze, revealing large areas of fair skin, with only key areas covered by red silk, each holding a treasure in their hands.

Some had a treasured sword, some a treasured tower, others a treasured mirror, long spear, whip, etc., all emanating a glowing treasure light, giving a tremendous oppressive feeling.

"Innate Peak!!"

Wang Jiuyin, seeing the two rows of a total of twenty-four beautiful maidens behind the young man and sensing their True Qi levels, was immediately shocked to the extreme, filled with utter despair.

These twenty-four beautiful maidens were all at the Innate Peak level, with True Power that surpassed his own before he became a Saint, yet they were just attendants!!

It was terrifying!

Truly terrifying!!

Just how strong were these people who suddenly descended here from another world, and how formidable was the force behind them!??

Wang Jiuyin could no longer imagine.

"Trash!" The young man in the red robe glanced at Wang Jiuyin with contempt, filled with disdain, and sneered, "Earlier, the elders of the sect said we arrived in the Central Heavenly Domain, and I was a bit worried that the people here would be strong, but now it seems they're just a bunch of garbage, a bunch of trash!"

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Ye Jiajia, lightly chuckling, "However, among the good jade, some are not bad. Your talent is quite reasonable. Come with me, become my bed warmer, and if you serve me well, I might teach you some Divine Arts, and take you on the path to becoming a god!"

"Spit!" Ye Jiajia looked at the young man in red robe with disgust and said, "Do you really think you're something? When my master arrives, you'll be left with nowhere to be buried!!"

In her heart, Qin Heng's power was immense. No one could match Qin Heng. Though the young man in red robe had the strength to overpower Wang Jiuyin, he certainly could not compare with Qin Heng!

"Hahaha! Your master?" The young man in red robe laughed, as if hearing something amusing, and said, "In this post-apocalyptic wasteland, where spiritual energy has only just recovered, how strong could anyone possibly be?

Your master might seem strong to you, but to me, he too is just trash! You have no idea how powerful the Realm of Firmament Myriad Gods is, nor do you understand that your so-called Martial Dao is mere trash in the face of our Divine Arts!"

The twenty-four beautiful maidens behind him nodded in agreement, fully endorsing the young man's words, looking at Ye Jiajia with eyes like she was a fool, mocking her wishful thinking.

"When my master was at the Innate Peak, he could slay Saints! Who do you think you are?" Ye Jiajia raised her delicate chin and said, "His strength is beyond what you can comprehend!"

"A joke, what is a Saint? I am already at the second level of Great Saint!"

The young man in the red robe shook his head, lightly chuckling, "If your master dares to come, I'll let you watch as I slap him to death, then take you back to warm my bed! Hahaha!!"

"You! You're a Great Saint!?!" Ye Jiajia's face turned pale, looking at the young man in red robe in disbelief. She initially thought he was merely a Saint, but never expected he was a Great Saint!

Wang Jiuyin was even more terrified, almost fainting. He finally understood why he was defeated so miserably, without even a chance to fight back. The opponent's cultivation realm had utterly surpassed that of a Saint!

Great Saint!!

Even the weakest of the great could crush the strongest of the Saint-level masters with a single finger!

"Despair, you trash!" The young man in the red robe laughed arrogantly, walking towards Ye Jiajia, intending to grab her with his right hand, saying, "Submit to me. In this post-apocalyptic wasteland, I am invincible! No one can defeat me! To follow me is your honor!!"

"Who calls themselves invincible?"

At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang out. The surrounding scenery faded in color, as if turning into a purely sketched gray scene.

At the same time, a figure was rapidly sketched out, gradually gaining form from transparency and then color, as the surrounding scenes returned to normal.

Qin Heng traversed from the Spirit Realm, glancing at the young man in red robe, and said flatly, "Are you claiming invincibility?"