I’m Definitely Taking This Power-Fantasy Protagonist Role! Chapter 82

Many renowned senior cultivators were born during this period, and the infamous reputation of Ziyang Zhenren began to spread at this time. No one knew which sect or family he came from; he started out as just an unknown nobody.

By the time people learned of his name, it was already synonymous with terror. In the chaos, countless cultivators fell, which for Ziyang Zhenren, who practiced evil techniques, was like a mouse falling into a rice bin. The Wanhun Banner was born in such circumstances, immediately sucking the blood of cultivators and creating a shocking bloodbath, thus making Ziyang Zhenren famous.

If we talk about names, the two characters "Ziyang" don't quite fit such a sinister and wicked cultivator, but who could blame him for calling himself that? The Human Emperor had once tried to win him over, but was rejected.

Being without a sect or family meant having no weaknesses and no attachments. A lone wolf like Ziyang Zhenren could not be drawn in, nor could he be pushed away, so he continued to live freely and happily until now. Other famous cultivators either supported their families or established sects, making someone like him, who had no interest in building power, quite rare. Perhaps that’s why, despite showing blatant disrespect to the Human Emperor and not caring about the dynasty at all, the Human Emperor didn’t challenge him.

It was quite strange that someone like him would take on a disciple and cherish them so much. His blood, his flesh, his heart, were surely all pitch black, devoid of any warmth. No matter how impressive Ziyang Zhenren once was, he had now become history, completely finished.

As the dark clouds dispersed, the bright moonlight poured down onto Jiang Baiyu, casting a hazy glow over him. The Wanhun Banner and Ziyang Zhenren turned to ashes beneath his feet, and the Feng family members were left in a daze, unable to regain their senses, while the enemies were also caught in a stupor.

What on earth was going on? Was it just a coincidence, or…?

The cultivation world was never short of strange tales; a genius without some extraordinary rumors wouldn’t stand out in the circle of geniuses.

A brainstorming session began among them.

“Ah!!!”

The scream snapped everyone back to attention.

Jiang Baiyu shouted, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take down the invaders!”

Both sides were like people waking from a dream. Just moments ago, they had been fighting fiercely when Ziyang Zhenren suddenly barged in, causing chaos and killing many of the imperial cultivators, with both elite and foot soldiers suffering heavy casualties, even their leader was wiped out. Now was the best time to counterattack and turn the tide!

The Feng family members were invigorated, rolling up their sleeves, feeling like they could do it.

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The imperial cultivators were horrified, their faces ashen, feeling like they were doomed.

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At such a time, invoking the name of the Human Emperor was utterly useless. They hadn’t expected that what was meant to be a test to draw Ziyang Zhenren in and gain some merit would instead turn into a death knell for their side.

Ziyang Zhenren’s disciple had unexpectedly vanished, dragging them all down with him.

With such a perfect grasp of the timing, if they said that this mysteriously appearing young cultivator had nothing to do with Ziyang Zhenren’s demise, they wouldn’t believe it.

Looking at the flying sword, it was clear that the one attacking the Wanhun Banner was this person, fierce and extraordinary.

Some quick-witted ones immediately fled, thinking that as long as they could survive today, even if the mission to take down the Feng family failed, presenting this information could still count as a contribution.

The Feng family didn’t lag behind and quickly pursued.

Just when the imperial cultivators thought that as long as they ran fast, they might have a glimmer of hope, they were shocked to find that the Feng family’s second young master was actually blocking them with a group of people at the edge of the battlefield.

The Zheng family, Zhao family, Qin family… all the families that had nearly been wiped out were rolling up their sleeves, their eyes gleaming with malice, glaring at them.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, they were caught in a pincer attack.

The overall strength of these families wasn’t great, and they had suffered unbearable losses, but the enemy’s morale was crumbling as they scrambled to escape, having narrowly survived the Wanhun Banner’s onslaught, their condition was terrible. The two sides bizarrely reached a stalemate.

Initially, the imperial cultivators had sent people to set up a defensive line, preventing those inside from escaping, but now the tables had turned, and they were being blocked at the edge of the battlefield.

Even more unfortunate were those who, despite being heavily injured, broke through the defensive line, only to be surrounded by ordinary citizens wielding sticks. They had already realized that it was these heartless beings who had caused everyone’s suffering.

A cornered rabbit would bite, and while ordinary citizens were weak and lacked the power of cultivators, their anger could drive them to fight for their lives.

A strong blacksmith swung the bone-cutting knife he had forged himself, aiming fiercely at the forehead of a heavily injured cultivator, acting as the signal to start the chaos, and everyone began to take action.

The boss-exclusive scraping technique, limited edition experience vouchers were officially issued.

The brutality of the scene made the pursuing cultivators stop in their tracks.

Being too tough wasn’t necessarily a good thing; it would be better to die quickly and suffer less. Watching the heavily injured cultivators being slowly surrounded by the citizens, losing their lives bit by bit, their blood and flesh splattering everywhere, everyone who took action was covered in it.

The brutality of the scene was appalling.

The situation on the battlefield reversed, and the imperial cultivators fled in defeat. As long as the Feng family could slay them all, the subsequent cleanup would be a piece of cake.

Jiang Baiyu looked towards the west, his brows furrowed.

He and Lin Zhao Ren each chose a direction to break through the blockade. Ziyang Zhenren’s disciple was active in the east, and now the remaining imperial cultivators were in complete collapse, but there was still no response from the west, which was quite strange.

Could it be that an even more powerful figure was entangling Lin Zhao Ren, preventing him from breaking free?

That didn’t make sense; with such cultivation, why wouldn’t they do something better? Even Ziyang Zhenren’s disciple only appeared after the defensive line was breached once, cutting through the chaos with ruthless but effective means.

If there was someone stronger, why had they remained silent from beginning to end?

But then Jiang Baiyu thought, maybe it was because the smaller Lin Zhao Ren was weaker than the larger one?

One soul, two bodies, clearly the larger one was the main force.

The starry-eyed gaze focused on the west, and his divine sense quickly moved forward, passing through layers of terrain, yet he didn’t see a single imperial cultivator, which was quite bizarre.

As everyone knows, when a place is overly quiet, it’s likely that something terrifying is lurking.

Sure enough, after Jiang Baiyu’s divine sense moved forward a certain distance, it suddenly crashed into an abnormal zone.

Before entering, there was nothing unusual, but once inside this area, everything became clear.

The smaller Lin Zhao Ren was right there, confronting a massive shadow.

Dressed in luxurious and dignified attire, surrounded by a mist of spiritual light, he slightly lowered his gaze, looking down as if a deity was compassionately gazing upon the world, exuding an indescribable Zen-like ethereality.

Behind him, circles of halos made it hard for people to open their eyes.

Deities cannot be looked at directly, cannot be offended, and certainly cannot be desecrated.

The other party clasped their hands together, holding Lin Zhao Ren in the middle, appearing gentle, yet filled with murderous intent.

Jiang Baiyu activated the card of Ziyang Zhenren’s precious disciple, a buy one get one free deal, and it seemed that Lin Zhao Ren also had an incredible divine card.

In the east, a ghostly figure had intruded, and in the west, a show-off was displaying their might; truly a time of calamity.

Jiang Baiyu retracted his divine sense and rushed to the scene as fast as he could.

The sudden third party immediately caught the attention of both individuals. Upon seeing Jiang Baiyu, Lin Zhao Ren’s expression changed slightly. The shadow confronting him keenly noticed, its gaze shifting to Jiang Baiyu, sizing him up lightly, as if it were looking at an ant.

Before Jiang Baiyu could speak, Lin Zhao Ren said in a deep voice, “Junior Brother, retreat quickly!”

Jiang Baiyu: “???”

The massive shadow chuckled lightly, ethereally, “The Yuheng Sect has been gone for so long, yet you still haven’t given up. You, the calamity star of the world, are determined to revive the sect and oppose the Human Emperor and the Celestial Court? You couldn’t win back then, and now that the imperial rule is stable, the noble families and sects are all crawling at the feet of the Human Emperor. The clamor of a few ants is nothing to worry about. What can you use to fight against the Human Emperor, against the Celestial Court?”

Lin Zhao Ren’s expression turned frosty as he coldly stared at the shadow, “I’ve heard that the High Priest has sensed the emergence of a chaotic star and is searching everywhere. Since the imperial power is stable and secure, why bother with a mere chaotic star? Why trouble yourself to come in person?”

Jiang Baiyu: Got it in a second!

One sentence made him understand the situation on the scene.

The shadow was the High Priest, from the Human Emperor’s side, and from the name, it could be inferred that he was a professional charlatan with real skills.

Question: Are calamity stars and chaotic stars the same thing?

The shadow replied, “It’s the first time in a thousand years that a chaotic star from outside has appeared. Such a rare sight must be witnessed in person. Though the chaotic star is small, it cannot be tolerated for mere ants to cause chaos in the lower realm and disrupt the rules of the dynasty.”

Jiang Baiyu: Oh snap!

It seemed he suddenly understood something!

Lin Zhao Ren glanced at him and disdainfully said to the shadow, “So the dynasty actually has rules, just a mere puppet of the Celestial Court!”

The shadow’s aura was steady and grand, not angered by the mere two taunts: “You have trapped this priest here, and during the standoff, there’s no wasted words. You only want to eliminate this fragment of the soul. Now your attitude has changed; it seems you truly care about this junior brother, afraid that this priest will focus on him and not hesitate to use yourself as bait.”

“You care too much, which instead reveals a flaw.”

The shadow’s aura intensified, pressure skyrocketing, a graceful smile on its lips, “I wonder how you would react if this priest were to slay your dear junior brother right in front of you?”

“A thousand years ago, you escaped a calamity. If you hadn’t returned, we would have had no conflict, living in peace. Yet you chose to return to the lower realm.”

“Since you have now drawn this priest’s attention, you cannot be allowed to leave.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the shadow sprouted two more arms, long and white like lotus stems, reaching towards Jiang Baiyu. They seemed slow, yet were actually fast, filled with an indescribable and profound might.

“Today, this priest shall sever this cause and effect, completely ending the calamity star.”

Jiang Baiyu was in tears, who was showing off, making his eyes hurt?

Oh, it was the High Priest showing off.

Just as he was enjoying his moment of showing off, before he could even share it with Lin Zhao Ren, he was interrupted by someone else’s show-off.

The youth was the most wonderful, but some things seemed to indeed be better when they were bigger.

The shadow’s giant hand crashed into an invisible barrier, the crisp crack sound momentarily stunned the other party. Not only did it fail to catch the tiny ant in its sight, but it also suffered a small loss, with its hand bones twisting. The arm transformed from magical power returned to normal under the priest’s will, and the High Priest said, “You do have some skill.”

Jiang Baiyu shouted loudly, “Don’t move! Let me handle it!”

“Today’s king of show-offs must be me!”

Let’s kill this show-off!