Chapter 171 The King’s Majesty Cannot Be Offended!

The man in red immediately fell silent.

He and this old man were both Inner Elders of the Blood Fiend Sect.

The conflict between Hundred Sword Mountain and the Blood Fiend Sect had been ongoing, and they had never encountered Li Xuanfeng, luckily surviving until now.

But stories about Li Xuanfeng had always circulated in various Domains, and they knew of Li Xuanfeng's terror.

Later, when the two were teleported into the Myriad Formations Domain, they were even more horrified to learn that Yin Chiming had died by Li Xuanfeng's hand!

This news was like a bolt from the blue for them; they knew everything was over.

The Blood Fiend Sect was ultimately destined to be completely annihilated by Li Xuanfeng. When the Land of Fallen Kings ended, it would be the beginning of Li Xuanfeng's reckoning.

If they wanted to live, they could only flee far away, live in anonymity, never return to the Land of a Hundred Dynasties, and never return to the Blood Fiend Sect.

But unexpectedly, as soon as they came out, a King Realm powerhouse descended and sealed off the heavens and earth, thwarting their plans.

At this moment, they could only try to pin the blame on Li Xuanfeng first.

Not long after the old man was teleported into the Myriad Formations Domain, he saw the final Legacy open. He had not deciphered any Formations to obtain Formation Seals, so he could not enter it.

But he had glimpsed Zhang Yan from afar, had some impression of him, and watched him being drawn into the final Legacy ground.

Coincidentally, Li Xuanfeng was also in the Myriad Formations Domain, and with his Prodigy-like talent, he must have also entered the final Legacy ground.

The old man didn't know if Li Xuanfeng had killed Zhang Yan, but he had a feeling that Zhang Yan's demise was most likely related to Li Xuanfeng!

As an enemy, he had already been psychologically scarred by Li Xuanfeng's Prodigy-like talent.

Anyway, what he said was: "Perhaps it's related to Li Xuanfeng."

Even if it ultimately had nothing to do with him, this King Realm powerhouse wouldn't be able to say much, right?

After all, he only said "perhaps."

If it really was related to Li Xuanfeng, he would profit.

Not only would he not die by Li Xuanfeng's hand, but he could also earn the favor of a King Realm powerhouse!

"Who allowed you to privately transmit messages and communicate under this King's nose?"

Just as various thoughts flashed through the minds of the old man and the man in red, the indifferent voice of the black-robed man echoed through the sky.

The two were instantly struck by lightning, their mouths bleeding from an invisible force.

"Senior, spare us! Senior, spare us!"

The two were immediately terrified.

The old man felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar; this King Realm powerhouse seemed to have a very bad temper.

"Speak, who is Li Xuanfeng, and why is Zhang Yan's death related to him?"

The black-robed man glanced at the two indifferently.

He did not forcefully probe the contents of their Divine Sense transmissions, but he disliked such behavior that disregarded his authority, so he punished them lightly.

"Li Xuanfeng comes from the Great Flame Dynasty's Hundred Sword Mountain…"

The old man immediately began to explain Li Xuanfeng's origin.

"Heh heh!"

However, before he could even finish a sentence, he heard a cold laugh from the black-robed man, and then was attacked inexplicably again, his internal organs churning, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"You mean to say that a Cultivator from the Land of a Hundred Dynasties killed Zhang Yan, who was invincible below the King Realm?"

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"Do you know what it means to be invincible below the King Realm?"

The black-robed man's indifferent gaze made the old man's spine turn cold, his forehead sweat, and his whole body tremble.

"Junior does not know! Junior does not know! Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me!"

The old man was terrified, kneeling and kowtowing in the Void Realm, ignoring the blood flowing from his mouth, suddenly regretting speaking up first.

"Where do you come from?"

The black-robed man's face was indifferent.

"Junior comes from the Blood Fiend Sect of the Great Flame Dynasty."

The old man answered tremblingly.

"Oh, then this King will personally search your Soul, to avoid wasting time!"

Without any movement from the black-robed man, the old man flew towards him uncontrollably.

"Damn it!"

The man in red beside him cursed in his heart, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He knew it was over.

This black-robed man was completely unreasonable and acted without scruples.

Asking about their origin was just to confirm their background.

After learning they were from the Land of a Hundred Dynasties, he would have no qualms; in the eyes of such a powerhouse, they were all ants.

Whoosh!

The old man, grabbed by an invisible force and flying into the black-robed man's hand, had a look of despair.

"Senior…"

He regretted it immensely and wanted to beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, in the black-robed man's eyes, he was indeed like an ant, an ant without any background.

A vast power directly surged into his Sea of Consciousness, forcibly searching his Soul.

"Ah!"

After a scream, the old man's eyes became dull and lifeless.

A moment later, his eyes completely dimmed, and his soulless corpse fell from the sky.

"Such a Prodigy actually exists in a barren place like the Land of a Hundred Dynasties?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the black-robed man's eyes.

He saw memories of Li Xuanfeng from the old man's Soul.

Having lived for so many years and being well-traveled, what kind of Prodigy hadn't he seen?

He had truly never seen anyone as exaggerated as Li Xuanfeng!

"Although this person is a Prodigy, he is not strong enough to kill Zhang Yan."

The black-robed man mused to himself.

The old man's memories of Li Xuanfeng stopped at the news he heard after entering the Myriad Formations Domain; he had no knowledge of what happened in the Star River Formation.

Therefore, the black-robed man could not determine if Zhang Yan's death was related to Li Xuanfeng.

However, he could be certain that even if Li Xuanfeng was also invincible below the King Realm, he could not have killed Zhang Yan, who had many trump cards.

Zhang Yan's death might have other hidden reasons.

Then, his gaze turned to the man in red.

"You only dared to accuse this King because you were enemies with Li Xuanfeng and did not personally witness him killing Zhang Yan. This is simply a waste of this King's time, you deserve to die!"

The black-robed man looked down from above and pointed a finger.

A beam of energy shot out at a speed no one could react to, piercing through the man in red's head.

The latter, with eyes full of unwillingness and despair, fell from the sky.

The entire world was silent.

No one spoke.

And no one dared to speak.

This was a King Realm powerhouse; their authority was not to be challenged, and all below a King were ants!

If one didn't have a strong enough background, they would be killed without hesitation.

Countless Cultivators were silent as cicadas in winter, especially some Cultivators who had witnessed the truth in the Star River Formation; their hearts were pounding like drums, and cold sweat poured down.

After personally witnessing Li Xuanfeng's terrifying power, they dared not betray Li Xuanfeng.

But facing a King Realm powerhouse, that inexplicable pressure was equally terrifying, almost destroying one's will and pushing them to the brink of collapse!

The black-robed man's indifferent gaze swept across the entire scene, taking in the expressions of all the Cultivators.

"Heh heh, it seems someone knows the truth!"

The black-robed man's voice was full of coldness.

The Cultivators who knew the truth felt a tightening in their hearts.

"This King will give you another chance. If anyone voluntarily tells this King the truth, you will not be charged with the crime of deception."

"If after three breaths, no one voluntarily speaks, then it will be this King's turn to act!"

The black-robed man's voice was flat, but it brought extreme psychological pressure to everyone.

"One breath!"

The black-robed man spoke indifferently, observing the changes in everyone's expressions with interest.

"Two breaths!"

For the Cultivators who knew the truth, the black-robed man's voice was like a death knell.

The short two breaths felt longer than a thousand years!

"Three breaths!"

As the last sound fell, the black-robed man raised his palm in disappointment.

A group of ants, daring to disregard his King Realm authority, seemed to be bumpkins from the Land of a Hundred Dynasties.

Then let them see what a true King was, not those pseudo-Kings from the Dynasties who forcibly ascended in power by relying on the power of Luck!

Buzz!

Space rippled, and five white-robed figures appeared.

"Why is Senior of the Black Fire Cult so aggressive?"

A woman's voice interrupted the black-robed man's movements.

"People from the Ice Valley?"

After sizing up the five white-robed women, the black-robed man frowned slightly.