I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 654 654: Chu Feng: You Three—Do You Take Me for Nothing?

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, the Qilin Ancestor declared: "You two old undying ones both came. If I hadn't come, wouldn't you have thought I was dead?"

Since the Qilin Ancestor had shattered the formation first, the remaining two Ancestors quickly joined in the taunting.

The Dragon Ancestor remarked: "Qilin, you're as foolish as always."

The Phoenix Ancestor added: "In our Phoenix clan, I'd have crushed someone like you ages ago!"

Even within the Wendao Sect, witnessing this exchange, Cao Youqian turned to Lei Qilin and commented, "Da Lei, now I get why your wits are lacking—it's in your bloodline."

Lei Qilin: "..."

He itched to retort that they should quit the chatter. Soon enough, once they beheld his Ancestor's might, they'd fall utterly silent.

Yet, recalling that initial moment of paying respects to the Dao Ancestor, the retort died on his lips. He couldn't shake the memory of that day—the Dao Ancestor's mere glance had plunged him into an icy abyss.

Those eyes resembled an endless void—a single look could drag one into eternal depths. He'd never felt anything like it, not even during his obeisance to the Qilin Ancestor.

Unthinkingly, his eyes shifted to the Dao Ancestor Chu Feng. For some reason, an intuition gripped him: should this figure strike, the three Ancestors would all be subdued.

Right then, he desperately wished to charge forward and yell: Flee at once!

He longed to warn the Qilin Ancestor to lead the Qilin clan far from this place. But he recognized his lowly position. Even if he dashed out, he'd fail to sway the Qilin Ancestor and merely earn a devastating blow.

For now, all he could manage was silent observation, praying that more Qilin clan members would endure this fierce clash.

Beyond the Wendao Sect, facing the jeers from the other two Ancestors, the Qilin Ancestor scoffed dismissively, "If you've got the guts, let's clash and settle the victor. The supreme winner claims the Central Continent's fortune!"

"Are you serious about that?"

The Phoenix Ancestor grinned and suggested, "Why not split the Central Continent's fortune evenly between us?"

"Hahaha..."

The Qilin Ancestor burst into booming laughter at this: "Dead bird, it seems you're genuinely scared. An equal split would still force our three clans into endless strife, draining all our fortunes. Far better to battle and crown a true victor!"

The Dragon Ancestor squinted and agreed, "That's precisely my view as well. No more drawn-out battles—let's end it here and now!"

With those words, his form abruptly swelled dozens of times in size. His grand physique seemed capable of seizing the sun, moon, and stars overhead while crushing the nine hells beneath.

Noticing this, the Phoenix Ancestor held back no further. He sneered, "If that's your resolve, I'll risk everything to join the fray!"

As he uttered this, blazing flames erupted from the Phoenix Ancestor's frame. He hovered in the heavens like a blazing sun.

In response, the Qilin Ancestor mounted the clouds and soared upward, his body swelling without cease. Winds, flames, thunder, and lightning churned around him, portraying him as an unstoppable demon deity.

The moment the Three Ancestors unleashed their auras, the creatures of the three clans in the vicinity pulled back hastily. Across ten thousand miles around the Wendao Sect, every being collapsed unconscious beneath the onslaught of these three overwhelming presences.

Though shielded by arrays inside the Wendao Sect, all faces paled save for Chu Feng, Xiao Chen, and Cao Youqian.

All those gathered had heard tales of the Three Ancestors' dreadfulness, yet only by beholding their godly might firsthand did they grasp the full extent of that terror!

Roar!

The Dragon Ancestor struck first, expelling a beam of primordial chaos light. That light harbored world-shattering force. Even without striking the earth, the gale it whipped up caused ground-dwellers to sense their very souls ripping free.

"This... is this the Dragon God?"

Lei Qilin stammered, his lips quivering.

Smack!

Cao Youqian smacked Lei Qilin's head without hesitation, snapping, "What a pathetic sight you make. You're a demon emperor at least—does this minor stir rattle you so badly?"

Mid his words, the Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin Ancestor launched their assaults too.

"Fire of World Destruction!"

"Wrath of Nature!"

A torrent of flame and a surge blending wind, fire, thunder, and lightning surged ahead.

In the heavens, the Three Ancestors' strikes met, birthing a colossal orb of light. In a flash, this orb eclipsed the sun's glow. Its piercing brilliance rendered the world below a stark contrast of shadow and gleam.

Sensing the Three Ancestors' might, Chu Feng quietly amassed energy in his hidden hands. Beyond Cao Youqian and Xiao Chen, none detected his impending strike.

Cao Youqian inquired with curiosity, "Master, when will you step in to quash these three?"

Chu Feng chuckled and replied, "Just as they're on the verge of harming our Wendao Sect. Then I'll have just cause to intervene."

Cao Youqian flashed a thumbs-up at his Master: "Master, you're unchanged as ever—always demanding a valid reason."

"Of course. Our Wendao Sect brims with scholars, after all."

While Chu Feng spoke, a towering dharma form arose behind him. Yet the Wendao Sect's arrays concealed it, so the Three Ancestors remained oblivious to the horrifying power lurking right beneath them.

The Wendao Sect's disciples and grand-disciples, upon glimpsing that dharma form, instinctively dropped to their knees. A single notion filled their thoughts: Master/Master Ancestor stands as the world's supreme force. The Three Ancestors are but worthless foes.

An hour passed, and the celestial light sphere hit its zenith before detonating abruptly.

Boom rumble!

A deafening blast echoed as the enormous light burst expanded wildly. The skies darkened in an instant. As the blast's ripples neared the surface, an unseen giant hand extended to scatter the descending force.

This ten-thousand-mile expanse fell under Chu Feng's Wendao Sect domain. If rivals' brawl wrecked his domain, wouldn't Chu Feng become the butt of jokes across realms?

Up high, the ripples rushed at the Three Ancestors. They merely deployed their shielding divine lights to fend off the blast.

After what seemed an eternity, the ripples faded. Ten thousand miles of pristine skies lingered, marked only by the sun and vast blue expanse.

The Qilin clan below stared in bewilderment. They'd plainly seen the ripples plummeting earthward, yet they vanished halfway through the air.

This oddity was unprecedented. Many had trailed the Qilin Ancestor in past conquests across the continent. Each clash of the Three Ancestors had ravaged the lands. How had they grown so restrained this time?

The Three Ancestors overlooked the ground's oddities and paid them no mind. That prior strike had been mere testing—the real showdown loomed next.

As the Three Ancestors prepared to strike anew, a relaxed voice rang out suddenly.

"You three, if you seek dominion over this continent, I won't interfere. But battling at my threshold—do you regard me as nonexistent?"

These words hushed the entire area. The Three Ancestors halted and directed their gazes toward the voice's source.

There emerged a figure clad in feather fan and silk garb, exuding an ethereal poise, striding through the void. His pace was unhurried, yet he trod the starry paths, enrobed in solar and lunar splendor. Every stride bridged infinite distances. Though nearby, he seemed perched at the world's remotest edge.

Within the Wendao Sect, every cultivator save Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian gazed with boundless reverence.

This was their Master Ancestor, the Dao Ancestor of today. His demeanor and aura outshone the Three Ancestors entirely.

Mo Yi, the newest to join the Wendao Sect and yet to witness Master in action, etched this vision deep into his soul.

Jian Sheng inwardly marveled: Staying to cultivate beside Master Ancestor would render the Sword Son role in the Nameless Sword Sacred Land irrelevant, let alone any future Sacred Master seat!

Who might this individual be?

The Three Ancestors' eyes showed surprise at the arrival. This person faced them without yielding an inch—rather, he faintly emanated superiority.

But the Three Ancestors dismissed the notion swiftly. Their three clans were heaven's favored in this realm, their Ancestors primordial entities enduring alongside creation. No being here could rival the Three Ancestors.

"Junior, why do you fail to kneel before me!"

As he declared this, the Qilin Ancestor instinctively loosed his suppressive aura.

Sensing the pressure, Chu Feng fanned himself lightly and smiled, "You're nothing but a qilin, yet you demand I kneel? Pure folly."

Hiss...

The three clans' beings inhaled sharply at his words. To them, this human's audacity knew no bounds. Though foes, all offered kneeling homage to the Three Ancestors out of deference.

The Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor shared a look and held their tongues, eager to discern this human's aims. Naturally, they harbored some caution toward his radiating aura.

What baffled them most was how a frail race like humans could produce such a peerless expert, one holding the Central Continent's prized territory. It appeared a deathmatch with the other two was off the table today.

With this in mind, the Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor signaled each other, opting wordlessly for truce.

"Insolent whelp!"

The Qilin Ancestor's hot-blooded rage flared instantly. He hurled a jet of primordial force straight at the human cultivator ahead...

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