Chapter 941 — The Bloodshed at Langxuan Divine Palace
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Chang Xiting's head throbbed as though it would split. He waved a hand. "I know well enough what the consequences would be. I have heard that he has now lost his soul, and is sustained only by an indestructible divine consciousness; his days are numbered. Though we cannot kill him outright, we can see to it that he is thwarted, and dies all the sooner."
His eyes flickered and he smiled. "If the illustrious Heavenly Venerable Mu were to be defeated by the disciples of the Heavenly Venerable Lang — and not defeated once, but ten times, a hundred times over! What a blow would that deal to his confidence, his faith? Would he not die a good deal faster?"
The others' eyes lit up.
Chang Xiting smiled. "We are the disciples of a Heavenly Venerable. From childhood we have been guided by him, and what we cultivate are the highest arts, the highest divine powers. The Heavenly Venerable Mu is nothing but a bumpkin from the lower realms, who borrowed the Heavenly Venerable Ling's divine power to travel back to Longhan, and only thus came by the title of Heavenly Venerable. Defeating him will be no hardship. So long as he does not die here in the Langxuan Divine Palace, it has nothing to do with us."
A youth frowned. "Eldest Senior Brother, I have heard that Prince Yu and others once went to the Jade Pool to challenge him, meaning to humiliate him as well, and in the end he beat them to death. Prince Yu ranked rather high on the Divine Talents Ranking; that he could slay Prince Yu and the rest shows his strength is by no means ordinary!"
Chang Xiting laughed. "The Divine Talents Ranking and the Qinghua Ranking are toys to hoodwink children. Look at the disciples of the various Heavenly Venerables — how many of them are on those lists? The Heavenly Venerables guard against one another with the utmost severity, and have no wish at all for the others to sound out their arts. The few Heavenly Venerable disciples who do appear on the lists practice arts that are not their master's true esoteric teachings at all; they are merely little tricks to mislead the other Heavenly Venerables. You will wield our master's esoteric teachings — defeating him will be no difficulty. I mean to make him cough up blood for grief, to make him die of sheer despair!"
The assembled disciples all breathed a long sigh of relief and said, laughing, "With that word from our Eldest Senior Brother, we are easy in our minds. But what if he does not dare accept the challenge?"
Chang Xiting smiled. "Is he not of the fabled Overlord Body? They say the Overlord Body is peerless. Seize upon that. Goad him with your words, and so long as he has a drop of hot blood in him, he will accept. The man is only twenty or thirty years old; he cannot be so deep and calculating. Go and make ready; I shall go and see our Master."
The others hurried off to prepare.
In the Divine Emperor's Hall, Chang Xiting stood bowed in attendance and reported the matter. "Master, was it proper for your disciple to handle it so? Will you go in person to see him?"
The Langxuan Divine Emperor had a high crown of horns and features of great antiquity. He was the first demigod in all the world; both his parents had been ancient gods, and they had bestowed upon him eternal life, and thus he had survived down the ages.
The depth of his cultivation and strength could not be plumbed. He was older than the Heavenly Venerable Yu and the Heavenly Venerable Hao of former days; there were even rumors that he had taken part in that great battle in the Blood-Rust Belt, though whether it was true or false, none knew.
Which two ancient gods his parents had been also remained a mystery.
Most of his disciples were demigods as well. Among the demigods, the Heavenly Venerable Hao, the Langxuan Divine Emperor, and the Ancestral God King were the three great leaders, wielding immense influence, and among the demigods they were counted as the most powerful of all.