The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 56: Divine Spirit? Nothing But Trash

Even the White-faced Buddha burst into laughter, and with a cold sneer, he said, "Kid, you’re the second person to dare to threaten me!"

"Spirit Master, and who was the first?"

Zheng Chengxin asked, and the others pricked up their ears with curiosity.

"The first was Ling Tianlong, son of Ling Zhantian of the Northern Army of Five Dragons of Huaxia and captain of the Thunder God Special Forces! But a year ago, he was already at the Martial King Realm!"

The White-faced Buddha spoke with a grave expression.

"Hiss!"

The crowd gasped in shock.

Ling Tianlong, not yet in his mid-thirties, had already ascended to the Martial King Realm.

Truly a prodigious talent!

Given time, his achievements would definitely surpass the Northern Army’s Military Killing God.

The White-faced Buddha let out a chuckle, "For Ling Tianlong to threaten me like this, I am absolutely convinced! But as for you, kid..."

"Hahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter once more.

"Does this kid think he’s Ling Tianlong? How dare he threaten the Celestial Master?"

The entire place erupted in uproar.

"Do you know the consequences of provoking me, kid? I’ll grind your bones into dust, leaving you a lost ghost unable to enter hell, just a wandering spirit!"

The White-faced Buddha said coldly, his eyes shooting lightning.

"Who did you choose to offend but the White-faced Buddha? Do you want to shorten your own life?"

The crowd looked at Ye Qingtian as if they were looking at a corpse.

Kang Juntao and his son, hiding in the shadows, kept their heads bowed, fearing that Ye Qingtian would recognize them and call them out.

Unmoved, Ye Qingtian pulled out a chair to sit down, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening, "Don’t worry about whether I will die or not, since most of you are going to die anyway."

"What do you mean? Are you cursing us?"

Someone shouted angrily.

Ye Qingtian smiled, "And Kang Juntao, stop hiding, come out!"

"It’s over, it’s truly over!"

Whatever you dread will happen...

Kang Juntao and his son felt like dying; at this critical moment, Ye Qingtian really called them out.

Isn’t this accompanying him to death?

"So they were in cahoots with Kang Juntao, no wonder they’re so arrogant?"

As Kang Juntao and his son walked forward, they felt the peculiar gazes surrounding them, their bodies subconsciously trembling.

"Kang Juntao, look at the good deeds you’ve done! Your ambition is really big, eh? You seem to want to use your ancestors’ cover to become the master of Anbei?"

Zheng Jianfeng shouted coldly, his face completely darkened.

"It’s not me, it’s not me, it has nothing to do with me..."

Kang Juntao’s rebuttal seemed weak and powerless.

"No, tell them you want to be the master of Anbei!"

Just as Kang Juntao was about to explain, Ye Qingtian’s voice rang out.

"Pff!"

Kang Juntao and his son almost spat blood.

Wanting to die but not dragging us down!

We are innocent!

"Fine! Very well! Kang Juntao, I would like to see how you plan to sit as the master of Anbei."

The killing intent in the eyes of Zheng Jianfeng and the heads of various families overflowed, fearing there’d be no place for Kang Juntao and others in Anbei after tonight.

Kang Juntao and his son closed their eyes in despair.

"I recognize it, you should be from the same school as that Black-faced Buddha, right?"

Ye Qingtian scrutinized the White-faced Buddha for a moment, then said.

The White-faced Buddha’s expression changed, with some wariness, he asked, "Are you from Wangyue Pavilion?"

"No!"

Ye Qingtian shook his head.

"White-faced Buddha? Huh? Could it be that the Spirit Master is the White-faced Buddha from the Black and White Double Buddha?"

"What? The legendary disciples of the Evil Buddha, the Black and White Double Buddha? No wonder he’s so powerful!"

"As a disciple of the Evil Buddha, who, like his senior Southern Monk, practiced Spiritual and Martial Dual Cultivation, the White-faced Buddha must also be a dual cultivator!"

...

The crowd exclaimed, looking at the White-faced Buddha in disbelief.

The White-faced Buddha was more terrifying than they imagined; dual cultivation was truly fearsome.

"What Buddha? Just a demon in disguise. They’ve been preying on you all along. The supposed Thirteen Clans Alliance is nothing but their puppet from now on."

Ye Qingtian shook his head.

"What do you mean, kid?"

Zheng Jianfeng shouted immediately.

Ye Qingtian remained calm and unmoved.

Those like Zheng Jianfeng had nothing to do with him, harmed by evil techniques, what did it matter to him?

He couldn’t be bothered to waste words.

"Ignorant brat! How dare you insult me with such words!"

The White-faced Buddha was furious, flames of anger flaring in his eyes.

Zheng Chengxin laughed coldly, "Kid, no matter what your identity is now, offending the Spirit Master leads only to death!"

"Indeed! The Spirit Master can easily kill even a Late-Stage Martial Form expert! His cultivation must be at least Late-Stage Martial Form, possibly even Martial Form Peak, beyond what a mere brat can insult!"

"Yes! Too many people in this world remain ignorant, unaware of the extent of the heavens and the earth! An ant dares to provoke an existence akin to a divine spirit!"

Ye Qingtian sneered, "Divine spirit? Nothing more than garbage."

"You...what do you mean?"

"How dare you utter such arrogance!"

"Who are you talking about?"

Most of those present were completely enraged.

"I’m not targeting anyone; I’m saying everyone here is trash!"

Ye Qingtian’s words were like a bolt of thunder, exploding in everyone’s ears.

"Crazy! He’s absolutely insane!"

"He’s here seeking death for sure!"

Kang Juntao and his son had already closed their eyes in despair, knowing they wouldn’t escape death tonight.

"Ye Qingtian, you’re a madman! An utter madman!"

Zhao Yiran thought angrily.

Zheng Chengxin and others were first angry, then their faces filled with excitement.

They were more than happy to see the White-faced Buddha dealing with this rampant Ye Qingtian.

"To say the Spirit Master is garbage?"

The White-faced Buddha’s henchmen were all red and furious, glaring angrily at Ye Qingtian.

Zheng Jianfeng’s eyes flashed with bloodthirsty killing intent, "Young man, it seems you won’t understand how vast the world is until you suffer some pain."

"Fine! Initially, I was afraid people would say I, the White-faced Buddha, bully the weak by attacking you. But you continue to provoke, leaving me no choice but to kill you!"

The White-faced Buddha’s expression suddenly changed, flaring with rage.

"Weren’t you all curious about how terrifying my strike could be? Tonight, I shall show you all!"

"Boom..."

A terrifying aura swept over the whole place, causing tables and chairs to violently shake as if an earthquake hit.

"White-faced Buddha, I’ll give you one last chance! Obediently tell me what I want to know, and I might spare your life!"

Ye Qingtian calmly said.

"Pff!"

The crowd almost spat blood.

Does Ye Qingtian not know what the situation really is?

Does he actually think he’s in a position of advantage?

This is definitely madness!

"I’ll give you only three seconds!"

Ye Qingtian added another sentence.

"Die, brat!"

The White-faced Buddha shouted explosively, striking with his palm.

A palm seal shrouded in black energy took form in the air, the size of a millstone, crashing down heavily.

First, there was a thunderous explosion, followed by the surrounding area resonating with terrifying qi force, forming wind blades.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Tables, chairs, and even carpets exploded, flying into the air.

Everything tangible around was shattered into pieces!

Everyone present was forced to retreat, and many had blood-streaked faces.