Chapter 101 The Envoy of the Primordial Celestial Court VS the Four Remnant Immortals, Seeking Justice for the Kunpeng Lineage!
Her fat body jiggled wildly, one hand gripping Dai Mubai's hair, the other brandishing a leather whip, her face beaming with excitement.
"Push harder!"
"Bring out that White Tiger Vajra Transformation thing of yours for me!"
"I paid a fortune to select you, this foreign prince, not for you to be a dead fish!"
Hearing these words, Dai Mubai almost ground his back teeth to powder.
Humiliation mixed with sweat and flowed into his mouth, and the sour smell of the fat woman made him want to vomit.
However, in order to survive and avoid being thrown to the dogs, he had no choice but to activate the meager soul power within him and unleash his once-proud third soul skill, the White Tiger Vajra Transformation.
The amplification skills that were once used to fight powerful enemies have now become a means and tool to please this fat woman.
"I am a prince, I am the leader of Shrek Academy..."
"Why, why did it turn out like this..."
However, just as Dai Mubai was about to collapse and his mind went numb.
"boom!!!"
That magnificent sound from the heavens above actually pierced through the roof and then exploded deep within his soul!
"Today, we settle scores with the celestial realm!!!"
The Primordial Celestial Court?!
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai's eyes, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.
"It really is the Primordial Celestial Court! It's the force that took Zhu Qing away!"
"They're here! They're here to settle scores!"
"I'm saved!"
"As long as I can see them, as long as I can tell them I am Zhu Qing's fiancé, they will definitely rescue me!"
In an instant, a frantic will to survive took over his mind.
"Roar, get out of here!"
With renewed hope, Dai Mubai let out a tiger's roar and then shoved away the mountain of flesh on his body.
Then, disregarding everything, he rushed downstairs, not even having time to put on his clothes, and stumbled toward the door.
"Help! I'm Zhu Zhuqing's fiancé!"
"Take me away! Take me away!!!"
However, before he could rush out of the room...
"Bang!"
The door was then kicked open.
Immediately afterwards, several burly, strong, and formidable pimp guards rushed in with menacing expressions.
The head madam, heavily made up and waving a round fan, said with a fierce look in her eyes:
"You've gone too far, you little beast!"
"Once you enter my Drunken Spring Pavilion, you'll die on a guest's bed, even if it means your own death!"
"Trying to run? Still acting crazy? Beat them up!"
"At worst, we'll break his legs! Then we'll force-feed him obedience water!"
"No, you can't touch me!"
"I am a prince! I am a member of the Primordial Celestial Court!"
"Let me go!"
Dai Mubai struggled violently, but his soul power was already almost exhausted. Not to mention, in front of these strong native men from the Perfect World, his strength was as weak as an infant.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In an instant, punches and kicks rained down, making Dai Mubai see stars.
A few minutes later, Dai Mubai was dragged back to his room by his hair like a dead dog.
However, his nose was broken, one eye was so swollen he couldn't open it, his face was covered in blood, and a long trail of blood was left on the ground.
"Bah! What Primordial Celestial Court? You're dreaming!"
The madam spat in his face, then smiled obsequiously at the fat woman who had been pushed away:
"Madam Liu, I am truly sorry, this newcomer is not familiar with the rules."
"We'll force-feed him the medicine right now, and I guarantee he'll be as obedient as a dog in a minute!"
The Upper Realm, Jianzhou.
Chaotian Sword Sect.
This is a sect that established itself on the way of the sword. Although it is not as powerful as those major sects, it still occupies a top-grade spiritual vein in Sword Province.
At that time, in the Sword Washing Pool behind the Sword Sect.
In the dead of winter, the pool water is icy cold, enough to crack even metal and stone.
Yet, in such an environment, an elderly man with a hunched back and a full head of white hair stood in the icy pool water, his trousers rolled up.
Holding the spirit swords given to him by the outer disciples, he carefully wiped the dirt off the swords with a rough cloth.
His hands were already red from the cold and covered with chilblains; his body would tremble uncontrollably every time he came into contact with icy water.
He is Chenxin.
Once the number one swordsman in Douluo Continent, the wielder of the Seven Kill Sword, that sword Douluo in flowing white robes, spotless and immaculate.
With one sword strike, ten thousand swords submit.
Now he is just an old servant in the Chaotian Sword Sect who doesn't even deserve a name.
He even had to serve a newly initiated outer disciple, being ordered around by him, just to get even a tiny fragment of spirit stone the size of a fingernail to maintain his pitiful cultivation level that had just begun to enter the Qi realm.
"The early stage of the Half-Step Blood Transformation Realm, how difficult it is..."
Chen Xin coughed twice and exhaled a breath of white mist carrying a chill.
After ascending, his proud Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul shattered in the Sword Cleansing Pool, and his cultivation vanished on the spot.
In this upper realm, where spiritual energy is abundant yet the laws are strict, he was rejected by countless sects because of his advanced age and fixed physical constitution.
If it weren't for his almost obsessive understanding of swordsmanship, he probably wouldn't even be able to work as a menial servant in the Chaotian Sword Sect; he would have frozen to death on this icy plain in the far north long ago.
"Old man, is the sword washed yet?"
"If you interfere with my sword practice, watch out for your old bones!"
In the distance, the harsh curses of the outer disciple could be heard.
Chen Xin's body stiffened, a trace of sorrow flashing in his cloudy old eyes, and he whispered, "It's alright, it's alright..."
Then, he looked down at the old, humble reflection in the water, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
The sword's heart is tarnished; nothing could be more so.
However, at that moment, a loud rumbling sound came over and shattered the snow falling all around into nothingness.
"By the decree of the Primordial Law!"
"Today, we settle accounts with the Upper Realm!!"
"This...this is..."
Upon hearing this voice, Chen Xin abruptly raised his head, gazing with fervent enthusiasm towards the source of the sound: Qingyun Prefecture.
"The Primordial Celestial Court! People from the Primordial Celestial Court have arrived!"
Chen Xin hurriedly stood up, trembling, and the tattered cloth and the spirit sword in his hand slipped from his hand and fell into the water.
"I want to go, I want to follow..."
He subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to ride the sword and soar into the sky like he had done back then.
But when his foot stepped on the thick snow and made a soft crunching sound, he froze on the spot.
He looked down at his hands, which were covered in chilblains, and felt the meager spiritual energy in his body, which was barely enough to keep him warm.
Forget about flying on a sword, he can't even leave the gates of the Chaotian Sword Sect now.
This far north is a land of ice and snow, where ferocious beasts roam freely.
With his current strength, which is not even at the Blood Transformation Realm, he would probably become a meal for the snow wolves before he even traveled a hundred miles.
Not to mention going to follow the Primordial Celestial Court...
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