The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3234: 3229: King Ming Cheng's Provocation_1

A band of figures soared through the skies, drawing the gaze of countless Snake People cultivators. Regardless of their cultivation stages, high or low, all harbored deep reverence for the Royal Family.

As the Snake People’s Royal Family flew overhead, the assembled cultivators lowered their heads, dropped to their knees, and observed the entourage depart.

Yet, Mo Dao and the other prince showed immense courtesy and attentiveness toward Yang Chen and his companions.

With that, the procession pressed on until it reached the Royal Palace Hall.

The Snake People’s Royal Palace stood immense and imposing, flanked by a multitude of guards at its gates.

Naturally, Yang Chen and Duanhe, being seasoned experts, spared little notice for this Snake People’s Royal Palace. Their minds were fixed instead on the urgent issue before them.

Upon Mo Dao’s arrival that day, a throng of Snake People guards hurried forward to salute: “Greetings to the Crown Prince, Eighth Prince.”

“We welcome the return of the Crown Prince and the Eighth Prince.”

Mo Dao gave a faint nod and offered no further words, guiding Yang Chen and the rest inside the palace.

No sooner had they stepped within than yet another imposing snake person approached them.

This snake person clearly possessed a Heaven-separated Realm cultivation, his aura profound and unfathomable. At a glance, he outshone the Crown Prince and the Eighth Prince by far.

Even against Duanhe and his two companions, he held his own without faltering.

A crown rested upon his head, and catching sight of Duanhe and the others, he burst out in delight, “Master Gu, your visit honors us greatly, casting a radiant light upon this modest abode.”

“Wind Emperor Daoist Friend, it’s been ages since our last encounter, and your cultivation has progressed even more.” Duanhe replied.

“Haha, next to Master Gu, I’ve got a ways to go yet. Your training at Heavenly Melody Mountain has forged such immense power and depth that I, Feng Mouren, can scarcely measure up.” The snake person known as the Wind Emperor chuckled deeply.

“Who might this be…?” Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum couldn’t hide their astonishment.

Duanhe clasped his hands behind his back and explained, “This is the Snake People’s Emperor, Angry Wind, whom I spoke of during our journey. He bears the title Wind Emperor, and even I hold his cultivation in high regard.”

“Such flattery overwhelms me. I’ve simply lingered in the Heaven-separated Realm a bit longer; beside the daoist friends from Heavenly Melody Mountain and Grand Abyss Palace, my achievements pale in comparison.” The Wind Emperor let out another booming laugh.

“Grand Abyss Palace?” Both Dao Guangwang and Duanhe’s eyes sharpened.

Duanhe spoke measuredly, “Are representatives from the Grand Abyss Palace within the Royal Palace?”

The Wind Emperor sensed the irritation from Duanhe and his group but had no power to alter the situation, so he replied honestly, “Yes, they’ve arrived on official matters as well. It’s wiser to address this indoors.”

Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum hesitated, glancing toward Duanhe for guidance.

Duanhe deployed his divine soul sense and let out a frosty huff, “Very well. With Heavenly Melody Mountain now ruling the Nine Dragons World, we must demand to know the purpose of these Grand Abyss Palace interlopers.”

As these words hung in the air, tension crackled between Duanhe and the others, thick with impending conflict, propelling the group deeper into the palace.

The Wind Emperor found himself unable to halt them and could only watch as Duanhe’s party advanced. The moment he stepped inside, Duanhe spotted several figures reclining comfortably, sipping tea from the palace seats.

A total of twelve individuals occupied the space, dwarfing the quartet in number.

Confronted by this display, Duanhe’s confidence wavered sharply. The Grand Abyss Palace had dispatched twelve, while they numbered only four—a stark imbalance that left him feeling outmatched.

“Friend Gu, have you come to savor the Snake People’s vistas? Bringing just four along suits a leisurely tour. Indeed, their lands boast stunning beauty, hahaha.” A robust middle-aged man, clutching a peculiar folding fan, roared with laughter while eyeing Duanhe and Yang Chen’s small band.

Upon recognizing the middle-aged man, Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum fell quiet, holding back any retorts.

Though Dao Guangwang was famed for his fiery disposition and biting tongue, he turned meek in the man’s presence, biting back his words.

Duanhe regarded the man with caution too, yet his haughty taunt ignited fury within him. With a cold snort, he claimed a chair and fixed the middle-aged man with an icy stare, retorting sharply, “King Ming Cheng, the Nine Dragons World still flies under Heavenly Melody Mountain’s banner. Any troubles here fall to us to mend. Since when does your Grand Abyss Palace presume to meddle?”

King Ming Cheng smirked, “You’ve got it wrong, Brother Gu. True, Heavenly Melody Mountain takes the lead on Nine Dragons World crises. But we offered you your shot, didn’t we? Six of your Heaven-separated Realm experts ventured here—what came of it? All vanished without a trace, their fates unknown. The Ancient Dragon Pattern Flag remains lost, leaving the Nine Dragons World in jeopardy. Remember, viewed narrowly, it’s merely a commonplace realm. But broadly, it ties into the Taiyuan Star System.”

With that, King Ming Cheng’s face grew solemn as he pressed on, “Should the Nine Dragons World falter, the Taiyuan Star System could suffer ripples. Since our Grand Abyss Palace oversees this region, how could we stay aloof?”

Duanhe’s rage boiled over, his teeth clenching as he spat, “You!”

King Ming Cheng guffawed, “Am I off the mark, Friend Gu? If Heavenly Melody Mountain could truly manage this, we at Grand Abyss Palace would stand aside. But consider your track record: those six Heaven-separated cultivators met disaster, and now you arrive with a mere four? Four Heaven-separated experts—my, Friend Gu, it truly looks like a pleasure outing.”

Duanhe’s fury mounted with each mocking word from King Ming Cheng. He had originally planned to bring a larger force, placing his faith in Yang Chen.

Should Yang Chen prove exceptionally powerful, he might well intimidate King Ming Cheng and his cohort. Yet Duanhe knew Yang Chen’s capabilities fell short, rendering any intimidation impossible.

Left with no recourse, Duanhe fired back in anger, “Four or not, our combined might suffices to tackle this crisis, and we won’t inevitably yield to the likes of you, King Ming Cheng.”

King Ming Cheng burst into loud laughter, “Are you jesting, Friend Gu? Among Heavenly Melody Mountain’s ranks, a few might match me evenly. But you three—Madame Autumn Plum, Brother Dao Guang—do you fancy your chances against me?”

Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum huffed in response but stayed mute, refusing to engage.

Noting their silence, King Ming Cheng kept needling Duanhe with a grin, “Or perhaps, Friend Gu, you alone presume to clash with me?”

A storm of wrath churned in Duanhe’s chest, urging him to put the man in his place.

But recalling the fellow’s formidable prowess, he recoiled inwardly and held his tongue.

King Ming Cheng pressed his advantage relentlessly, at last turning his eyes to Yang Chen.

“Hmm? And who’s this youth? He doesn’t appear to hail from Heavenly Melody Mountain.” King Ming Cheng squinted suspiciously.

Seething with resentment and blaming today’s setback partly on Yang Chen, Duanhe offered no introduction.

Under ordinary circumstances, Yang Chen would have simply smiled and brushed off the slight.

But these were Grand Abyss Palace folk, and his tolerance for them ran thin.

With a composed smile, he offered a slight bow, “You’re correct; I’m not affiliated with Heavenly Melody Mountain. That said, I suspect my name rings a bell for you, King Ming Cheng.”