Chapter 812: Arrogant and Overbearing

Ancient trees, like coiled dragons, had sturdy branches that stretched towards the sky, casting cool shadows on the ground.

This ancient king had the head of a dragon held high, a majestic human body, and possessed extraordinary natural gifts. He appeared tall and robust, with a dazzling halo behind his head.

Humans and ancient creatures alike fell to their knees, trembling uncontrollably as if seized by spasms, as if in the presence of a deity.

He possessed unparalleled might, and the aura he naturally emitted was unbearable. This was the oppressive power of an ancient sage-level being; standing there, everyone in the arena knelt.

"Where is that sage? Tell him to come see me," he said, his face full of indifference. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood proudly in the center of the arena, looking disdainfully at the Jade Pool.

The ancient trees swayed, their shadows dancing. The place remained quiet, with no one daring to respond. Which human cultivator would dare to step forward? They lacked the strength to fight a sage.

At that moment, a cruel expression settled on the ancient king's face. He scanned everyone present, then, without restraint, threw his head back and laughed.

"Did he actually run away? How ridiculous! Hahahaha... Humans, you are as cowardly as ever!"

He strode in alone, exuding an air of supreme arrogance, looking askance at everyone present. His oppressive aura was so powerful it felt as though their souls would split apart.

His laughter was grating. The human cultivators present all blanched; it was a profound insult, akin to a slap in the face.

Not far away, in the ancient woods, Ye Fan and the others also had grim expressions. This ancient king was going too far; Ye Fan longed to re-activate the saint's shell.

An elderly human cultivator, with a fierce temperament, barely managed to resist the sage's might and said, "Perhaps he had something to attend to and left. You don't need to insult humanity like this." "Had something to attend to? I think he fled. If he returns, I will slaughter him immediately." The dragon-headed ancient king stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the halo behind his head shining even more brilliantly.

He laughed without restraint, his mirth like a knife stabbing into everyone's hearts. Utterly contemptuous, he stood alone against them all.

At this moment, even many ancient creatures were astonished. This ancient king was clearly there to cause trouble and had no intention of sitting down to participate in the Myriad Races Assembly.

Not far away, the Heavenly Emperor's Son revealed a sinister glint in his eye. The two ancient kings beside him exchanged knowing smiles; they knew the main act was about to begin.

Not only them, but other powerful ancient kings also disbelieved that Wushi was still alive, and they would surely come to the Jade Pool in person, one after another, to demand an explanation.

"How disappointing. Humans are as useless as they were in primeval times, never daring to face things head-on, destined to remain mere vassals." The ancestral king's expression grew even colder; he spoke with utter disregard for anyone's dignity.

"Damn it!" Even Li Tian, an outsider, couldn't hold back his anger. His heart burned with fury, and he secretly regretted coming to such a monstrous ancient star, where the ancient creatures were terrifyingly powerful.

Everyone else felt deeply wronged as well. This ancient king was purely there to humiliate them, displaying his power specifically to target them.

At that moment, people were enraged but dared not speak. This was a sage; a thousand or ten thousand people would make no difference. They couldn't withstand even one of his hands; a single press would turn them all to dust.

"How dull, how dull!" The dragon-headed ancient king shook his head, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and strode forward with immense composure and tranquility.

Beside him, the reactions of the various races differed. Some were astonished, others worried, but many more were excited. The influence of the Investiture of the Gods suppressing the Northern Region seemed to be overshadowed by this ancient king; his words and actions greatly invigorated many tribes.

"Where is the Human Saint Body? Let me see him!"

The ancient king strode into the depths of the ancient forest, walking directly towards them, his eyes fixed on Ye Fan with a chilling gaze.

"This is bad!" Duan De's expression changed. This was clearly a provocation, likely aimed at eliminating Ye Fan.

After all, the Human Saint Body was extraordinary. Many great primeval clans likely did not wish for him to grow, deeming it most appropriate to nip him in the bud.

"It's nothing serious. If it comes to it, I'll go all out today. I'll use that saint's shell, carrying the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Pot, to crush him to death!" Ye Fan declared fiercely.

"Try not to act recklessly, it could cause big problems!" Duan De said with a grave expression. In an instant, they quickly exchanged opinions in secret.

The dragon-headed ancient king approached step by step, an immense sage aura flowing from him like swirling chaotic mists, terrifying everyone present.

"Is that you?" He spoke from his elevated position, looking down at Ye Fan who was behind the stone table.

"Yes, it is I!" Ye Fan stood up, meeting his gaze, calm and fearless.

In the distance, the human spectators and members of the primeval races were all startled. Facing the ancestral king's might, he was actually able to stand without kneeling, surprising everyone.

"Somewhat interesting." The dragon-headed ancient king looked down at him. His aura intensified considerably, and the halo behind his head glowed even more fiercely, like that of a deity.

Ye Fan felt immense pressure; his bones groaned throughout his body. Were it not for his unique physique, he might have already shattered.

Even so, his body was in excruciating pain as a powerful force surged towards him, pressuring him to kneel. This was the sage's aura.

"What skill is it to oppress with the power of a sage? What is there to be proud of?" A clear, cold voice echoed in the arena. The Monkey stood up, confronting the ancestral king.

Everyone's hearts pounded. The memory of Princess Divine Silkworm standing up for the Monkey just recently was still fresh, and now he was about to provoke another ancient king.

"Saint Prince, as a member of our ancient race, your closeness to the Human Saint Body is inappropriate," the dragon-headed ancient king said faintly, withdrawing his oppressive aura.

"My father once said that all things coexist and counterbalance each other, and every race has a reason for its existence," the Monkey replied.

"You are a descendant of the Battle Saint Emperor, and I don't wish to criticize you. However, do not interfere with this Human Saint Body matter. No one can stop me."

The dragon-headed ancient king's expression turned frigid, indicating that he was ready to kill the Monkey too if there was any disagreement.

In the distance, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. An ancient king had arrived in person, a power utterly beyond compare. The difference was immense; all the sect leaders combined couldn't withstand a single finger from him.

"Are you trying to bully people?" Ye Fan held back the Monkey, preventing him from stepping forward. He remained unafraid, his expression calm, almost accusatory.

"Are you speaking to me? I could crush you ten thousand times over with a single thumb!" The dragon-headed ancient king's voice was frigid.

"Yes, I am speaking to you." Ye Fan nodded fearlessly.

Behind them, people were astonished, all eyes fixed on him. To dare speak to an ancestral king like this was akin to knocking on the dark gates of hell.

The Southern Ridge Barbarian Chieftain couldn't bear it any longer. Fearing Ye Fan would be killed with a single finger, he spoke loudly, "The Investiture of the Gods suppresses the Northern Region, Emperor Wushi displayed divine miracles, and now the Myriad Races Assembly is about to convene. As an ancient king, you show no self-respect. Why are you so aggressive?"

All around, it was silent. People held their breath. To dare question an ancient king like that required immense courage; everyone felt a pang of worry for the chieftain.

"Hahahaha..." The dragon-headed ancient king laughed uproariously, looking down on everything. He simply didn't see anyone present as worthy, only boundless contempt.

"A bunch of ants! Even now, are you still pinning your hopes on that dead man? He's long since rotted into dust. Let me tell you the truth, I came here this time to shatter your pipe dreams!"

His demeanor was arrogant and wild. Such words were not only an insult to humanity but also to Emperor Wushi, filling everyone with righteous indignation.

"What, are you unconvinced? I'll stand right here. Let that ghost Wushi come out and try to suppress me!" The dragon-headed ancient king sneered coldly. "How could a person live for over a hundred thousand years? That's simply a joke!"

"That's right!" Not far away, the Heavenly Emperor's Son loudly echoed his words, and Yuan Gu also nodded.

At this moment, a commotion rippled through the various ancient clans. Everyone began discussing, their minds becoming incredibly active and greatly invigorated.

"You are insulting our human emperor! Soon you will undoubtedly turn to dust!" the Barbarian Chieftain shouted.

"Hahaha, how naive! Wait until that dead ghost crawls out of his grave!" After laughing, the dragon-headed ancient king's expression turned cold. "Are you the chieftain of the Southern Ridge barbarians? I've heard some rumors. Since the Divine Spirit Valley failed to destroy you, I'll finish the job."

*Boom!*

He gave a cold glance, and an overwhelming sage's might instantly surged forth. The Barbarian Chieftain coughed up blood and was sent flying.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. This was the chieftain of the barbarian tribe, yet he couldn't even withstand a wisp of aura released by a sage. The disparity was immeasurable!

"You..." Ye Fan was enraged.

"What about me? You, a mere Human Saint Body who hasn't even fully matured, dare to disrespect me? Kneel!" he roared again.

"You are going too far!" Behind them, the Barbarian King appeared. He stopped the chieftain's bleeding and handed him over to other tribesmen for care.

The dragon-headed ancient king turned around and sneered coldly, "Immortal Stage Three, Dao Severance, has reached great perfection. That's somewhat interesting, but it's still not enough. I only need one thumb to kill you."

"Do you truly look down on humanity?" The Barbarian King's face darkened. The other human cultivators also had grim, furious expressions.

"Humans, you are incapable!" The dragon-headed ancient king wagged a finger, an inexpressible look of disdain on his face. "Wushi has long been dead. What can you possibly hope for now? You haven't made any progress, remaining a mere subordinate minor race under the powerful, just as in the primeval era."

"If you insist on speaking like that, I will ask someone to deal with you!" The Barbarian King was enraged, the hairs on his body standing on end, his blood surging.

Not only was he enraged, but all the other human cultivators felt their anger surge, a fury that threatened to incinerate the nine heavens!

A scholar can be killed, but not disgraced. The dragon-headed ancient king was truly going too far!

"Is that so? Do a bunch of insects like you deserve to fight me? One thumb will send you all to your graves!" The dragon-headed ancient king said sinisterly, extending a finger towards the assembled people.

At that moment, the Barbarian King made only one move: he removed the animal skin hat from his head and declared, "I'll find someone to deal with you!"

*Buzz!*

The void collapsed, and a large black claw extended forth, as if tearing through space and time from the ancient earth.

*Crunch!*

Swift and terrifying, the large black claw seized the extended finger, emitting a sound of bone shattering. Blood gushed forth as the ancestral king's finger was snapped off.

"Ah..." The dragon-headed ancient king screamed in agony, stumbling backward, barely able to believe his eyes. The finger, imbued with the divine principles of the Great Dao, had been broken.

Everyone was dumbfounded, finding it incredible and utterly shocked.

Perched quietly on the Barbarian King's head was a small black turtle, or more accurately, a Black Tortoise, as it possessed a true dragon's head.

Once he saw what had injured him, the dragon-headed ancient king's lungs nearly burst with rage: a slow-moving black turtle was waving a small claw at him.

He couldn't bear it. This was an affront, an utter humiliation. He muttered in a low voice, "A black ghost... I was actually injured by a turtle!"

"Screw you! *You're* the turtle! I'm a Black Tortoise!" the slow-moving black turtle on the Barbarian King's head retorted sharply.

Everyone was dumbfounded, almost petrified. How could this peculiar black turtle have the same temperament as the barbarians? They were all rough and crude.

The dragon-headed ancient king roared in fury, summoning the divine principles of the Great Dao and charging forward.

*Bang!*

However, a large black claw reached out and slapped him away. "Go to hell! Remember, I am a Black Tortoise!"

Hehe, this turtle is actually quite interesting.