Chapter 47 Who Dares to Judge Me Guilty?
"Roar…"
Nine true dragons pulled a vast palace, its momentum grand and overwhelming as it crushed through the void.
"Heh…"
"Let me show you some explosive art."
Seeing this, Gu Qing looked displeased.
They had only agreed to a duel at the gate, yet Zhang Yang made it look like a god's procession touring the world.
Fortunately, after Gu Qing had slain the three Mysterious Dan Realm cultivators, each of their storage rings contained a consumable treasure.
In this world there were countless kinds of treasures.
But among them, consumable treasures were some of the most powerful.
Their patterns were unique—single-use seals that held divine abilities inside.
Once triggered, they erupted together with the user's own technique, stacking their power.
They could also be detonated directly.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three treasures shot like streaks of light toward the Nine-Dragon Chariot.
Boom!
Before Zhang Yang could react, the three Earth-tier treasures exploded, unleashing storms that seemed to tear the heavens apart. The destructive force was enough to injure or even kill Void Dao cultivators.
But Zhang Yang's chariot was a King weapon, with its own defense arrays. The moment of the blast, the array activated.
The nine true dragons, all Void Dao cultivators, also combined their defensive divine arts, blocking the force of the explosions.
"Gu Qing, you court death!"
Zhang Yang's cold voice came from inside the palace.
Though unharmed, his pride had been trampled.
What enraged him even more was seeing Gu Qing's arm around Su Qingyue's waist.
Her vital yin was tied to his path of cultivation. To him, blocking that was an eternal grudge.
In that moment, Zhang Yang resolved to kill Gu Qing.
He spoke again, his voice vast and icy.
"Gu Qing, you killed inner sect disciples and even a true disciple without cause. Do you admit your guilt?"
Gu Qing might have Saint Realm peak Zhimeng behind him, but Zhang Yang had his own backing—a Saint Realm ancestor and a Venerate father.
If Gu Qing violated the Star Temple's rules, his death would be in vain.
"I may have guilt, but who dares pass judgment on me?"
Gu Qing's words left Zhang Yang and his followers staring in shock.
Arrogant—far too arrogant.
He actually dared to say no one in the Star Temple could convict him.
They had never seen such madness.
Even a Holy Son would not openly defy the rules of the Star Temple.
Only now did they realize Gu Qing was not a Dao-obsessed fool, but an ignorant madman.
"Good."
"Well said."
"Inheritors of my Star Temple should have such spirit."
Falling in the ears of the ancestors, Gu Qing's words were not arrogance, but dominance—the aura of one who sees all beneath him.
Mere ants, killed as they deserved.
If Gu Qing had held back and hidden behind sect rules to deal with those disciples, the ancestors would have looked down on him instead.
"Very well. Today, no one will save you. That, I, Zhang Yang, declare."
Zhang Yang laughed in fury. Gu Qing's madness was exactly what he wanted.
He stepped down from the Nine-Dragon Chariot, his aura bursting forth. A blazing sun rose above his head, flooding the starry sky with golden light, making him look like a young god-king.
"Is that so…"
Gu Qing's gaze swept the scene. Good. All of Zhang Yang's followers had come.
He would wipe them all out.
Those nine impure-blood dragons as well—he would slaughter them and refine their beast essence.
Boom!
Gu Qing stepped forward, the starry sky roaring. Endless starlight gathered around him as if the universe itself blessed his body, making him seem like the ancestor of all stars.
He threw a punch. It was like an ancient star tearing through the heavens, vast and unstoppable, collapsing the void itself.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Yang's face changed.
That was the Star God Fist.
But its power was immense, enough to make even him feel threatened.
The intent was complete, natural, like a true ancient star.
This was clearly a vision born of a life-bound divine art.
Gu Qing's physique was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
His cultivation and arts did not look like the results of force-fed treasures at all.
Which meant all his earlier guesses were wrong.
Thoughts flashed in his mind as his expression grew grave. He dropped his contempt.
"Shattering Star Finger…"
He summoned the power of the stars into his fingertip. With one point, he could pierce the heavens and shatter the stars.
Boom!
The ancient star shattered under the strike, unleashing a terrifying storm of destruction that spread through the void.
"What kind of physique are you?"
Zhang Yang's face grew serious.
He was at the peak of the ninth level of the Void Dao Realm, yet facing someone only at the first level, he actually had to use eighty percent of his strength.
Just how strong was Gu Qing's true power?
And what was his physique?
The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more his composure cracked.
What had the world become?
First, there were true disciples nearly as strong as him, making his title of Holy Son feel hollow.
Then he had encountered Jiang Yu, a monster.
Now he faced Gu Qing, an even greater monster.
Could he still claim to be invincible as Holy Son?
After all, he was the legendary Sun God Physique.
"Has he really only been in the sect for a few years?"
"I don't know."
Shock filled the faces of Zhang Yang's followers.
What they had thought would be an easy crush had instead drawn out a freakish opponent.
"Shattering Star Finger!"
Gu Qing ignored Zhang Yang's question and unleashed the technique at full strength.
Zhang Yang truly had ability, not just empty fame.
"Hmph."
With a cold snort, Zhang Yang raised the Sun Blade.
This was a King weapon, forged as an imitation of the divine Sun God Blade.
With it in hand, he could wield power comparable to the King Realm. He refused to believe he could not cut down Gu Qing.
Boom!
The Sun Blade split apart the Shattering Star Finger, its edge still pressing forward at Gu Qing.
"Destruction of the Eight Wilds!"
Gu Qing brandished the Reincarnation Halberd.
Once merely a Yellow-tier treasure, after years of refinement it had become a top Heaven-tier treasure.
And as the embryo of a divine weapon, its might was no weaker than a King weapon.
Boom!
The Reincarnation Halberd tore at the void, as if freezing space in every direction. Carried by unmatched power, it shattered the heavens like broken mirrors—eight directions destroyed at once.
Clang!
Zhang Yang was horrified and quickly summoned the imitation Sun Furnace.
The great Sun Cauldron was blasted aside, cracks spreading across it.
Blood spewed from Zhang Yang's mouth.
As his life-bound treasure, any damage to the cauldron struck him as well.
"Up!"
His followers, along with the nine peak-level Void Dao Realm dragons, rushed forward to shield him.
If Zhang Yang fell, they would not survive either.
"So strong!"
Su Qingyue and Chu Yao were entranced, their beautiful eyes shining.
The Holy Son, undefeated for more than a decade, was so easily suppressed by Gu Qing.
Even watching from afar, the terrifying force of his divine ability gave them a suffocating sense of death—like ants facing heavenly might.
"What kind of divine art is that?"
Luo Li's expression grew grim.
The Sun Cauldron had been forged with divine iron by a sacred artificer into a top King weapon.
Even the King Realm could not damage it.
With Zhang Yang's full strength, he could bring out ninety percent of its power.
With it, Zhang Yang could even call himself half a King.
Yet Gu Qing split it apart with one halberd strike.
And he used only a Heaven-tier treasure.
Gu Qing's strength was beyond reason. She could no longer rely on Zhang Yang.
Luo Li's face turned dark. If Gu Qing did not die, she could never become Holy Maiden.
"Good, very good. Well done."
"That halberd of his is forged from pure Reincarnation Iron, a divine embryo. He must be a man of immense fortune."
"Ancestor, do you know what divine art he used? It combines brute force with Dao law, even touching space itself. This technique is extraordinary."
"Ancestor? Ancestor, wake up…"
The old antiques lying in coffins sent hurried messages to their ancestor.
Gu Qing's divine art was too dazzling.
And his terrifying body strength had already surpassed the range of the Celestial Star Physique.
Then there was the Reincarnation Iron Mother.
To them, Gu Qing had become a riddle, one they longed to solve.
"…"
The ancestor was already dead, buried ten thousand meters underground. If you have business, burn paper. If not, do not disturb.
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