C17 Beat Me Beat Me Quickly!!

Thousands of miles away, within the Star Sea Holy Land, a majestic and awe-inspiring hall stood. Within it, a powerful middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. He was one of the three Emperor Sovereigns of the Star Sea Holy Land—Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng.

All at once, his expression turned grim as he forcefully slammed his palm onto the armrest. "A mere ant dares to challenge the might of an Emperor!" he thundered.

"Attend me!!" At his furious shout, several men in black materialized from the void, immediately dropping to one knee before the throne. Each one possessed a cultivation base at the very least at the peak of the Great Sage realm, with many among them being True God powerhouses.

"You must immediately—"

Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng was about to issue an order, but he was cut off mid-sentence by an unexpected turn of events.

Whoosh!

A shrill sound of air being sliced through grew rapidly louder as a long needle, radiating a spectrum of divine light, hurtled towards them. Emperor Kangcheng's face paled, his heart gripped by terror. His own clone had been obliterated by this very rainbow-colored divine needle just moments ago. And now, in such a short span of time, its relentless force had traversed thousands of miles to pursue him here?

Emperor Kangcheng quickly summoned his protective Spiritual Force. But the divine needle was too swift, its edge too keen, unstoppable even by a thousand mountains.

"Ah!!!"

A harrowing scream reverberated through the hall. Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng, who had stood imperious and authoritative just moments before, now writhed on the floor, clutching his head and howling in agony as blood streamed through his fingers.

The men in black were petrified by the abrupt turn of events, their faces stricken with horror.

"Quick, protect the Emperor Sovereign!"

"What are you waiting for? Fetch the Great Sage of the Medical Dao at once!"

"Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng has been attacked! Hurry, inform the other two Sovereigns!"

Panic ensued among the black-clad attendants. They had served Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng for over a century and had never witnessed him in such a state of distress.

Moments later, another formidable presence emerged from the void, revealing the presence of another Emperor Sovereign of the Star Sea Holy Land—the Burning Heaven Sovereign.

"Kangcheng, what's happened?!" Emperor Fen's brow furrowed as he urgently inquired.

But Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng was in no state to respond, consumed by his agonizing wails and writhing on the ground.

"You! Speak, what exactly happened?!" Emperor Fen seized one of the men in black, his aura erupting with such force that the flow of Spiritual Force within the hall came to a standstill. Such was the terrifying might of an Emperor Sovereign!

The captured man, trembling with fear and his face ashen, stuttered through the explanation.

Emperor Fen's countenance darkened further. A mysterious Seven-Colored Godly Needle? A single strike had reduced Kangcheng to this ghastly condition?

As a fellow Sovereign of the Star Sea Holy Land, Emperor Fen was all too aware of Kangcheng's formidable strength. If someone could render Kangcheng nearly lifeless in an instant, what chance would he himself have?

The thought sent a chill down Emperor Fen's spine, drenching him in cold sweat.

Finally, Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng managed to muster the strength to speak. "Burning Heaven... Supernatural Power Stage... Second level..."

Before he could finish, Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng's head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.

Emperor Fen and the men in black were left utterly bewildered. Already steeped in confusion, this turn of events plunged them further into perplexity.

Second level of the Supernatural Power Stage? What did that have to do with anything? Had someone at that level inflicted such damage?

Unable to make sense of it, Emperor Fen ceased his pondering and bent down to examine Kangcheng's wounds, searching for any trace of a clue.

The examination startled him profoundly. When he rose, his eyes were filled with a mix of wariness and outright fear.

Kangcheng had sustained grave injuries, not to his physical form, but to his divine soul. Had it not been for Kangcheng's supplementary cultivation of the divine soul, he might not have lasted until Emperor Fen's arrival, his soul potentially extinguished.

Such a severe injury to the divine soul would require an extensive recovery, even with the liberal use of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, likely taking over a month to regain consciousness.

Could such a grievous injury truly stem from a mere flying needle?

This technique was nothing short of miraculous!

Who could Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng have possibly crossed to deserve such a fate?

No, the most pressing question was whether that powerhouse would continue to target the Star Sea Holy Land.

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Fen Tian dashed out of the hall.

This was no trivial matter; he needed to consult with his elder brother to devise a strategy.

Before long, the upper echelons of the Star Sea Holy Land felt the threat looming over them, each fearing they might be next.

Meanwhile, many of the Holy Land's initiatives were forced to a standstill, pending the return of the Burning Heaven Great Sovereign.

Unbeknownst to our prime instigator, Shen Jun, he was completely unaware of the massive ripple effect his needle had caused.

He had assumed that at most, the needle would simply make Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng think twice before troubling him again in the future.

It just goes to show, the treasures from the system were truly exceptional gifts.

Switching to the situation in Yunlan City.

The leadership of the Heye Sect was wiped out, with the remaining disciples either dead or scattered.

The sect's very gates were reduced to rubble.

In a single night, the once untouchable Heye Sect was erased from existence!

All eyes at the scene were fixed on the youth in the sky with awe.

With one move, he had obliterated the Emperor's phantom and effortlessly slain a warrior of the God Stage.

Such unfathomable strength sent shivers down the spines of onlookers!

Yet there was one individual who was not intimidated but instead wore a peculiar look, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

That person was none other than Wang Wu.

From the moment Shen Jun took to the skies, he was plunged into a state of utter bewilderment.

Could Senior Shen actually be the mentor of those two demons... Ah, no, the revered master of the mighty?!

Moreover, wasn't Senior Shen only at the second level of the Supernatural Power Stage? How could he fly, and how could he be so astonishingly powerful?

Was he not a culinary cultivator after all?!

Wang Wu found the world overwhelmingly complex and longed for the simplicity of home.

With a thud!

Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu once again prostrated themselves before Shen Jun.

"Master... Master!" Wang Jingyu's voice tore through the air, his cries filled with heart-wrenching sorrow. "I've finally seen you again, I've missed you so much!"

"I've managed to build this flying boat. I really wanted you to see it." His voice trailed off into sobs.

Lee Hongyu wept even more fiercely than Wang Jingyu, struggling to speak through his tears. "Master, rest assured! I've uncovered information about an ancient Immortal Formation. No matter how long it takes, no matter the cost, I will bring you back to life!"

Their yearning for Shen Jun ran deep, the memories of days past vivid in their minds.

"Enough crying! You're both God Stage Experts, yet here you are, blubbering like children!"

Shen Jun chided them, his irritation clear. He understood their emotions were genuine, but it was still uncomfortable to have his disciples wailing over him as if he were gone.

"As long as Master is with me, even if I cry myself to death, what does it matter!" Wang Jingyu exclaimed between sobs.

"Ridiculous!" Shen Jun couldn't contain his annoyance, giving Wang Jingyu a thump on the forehead. "Cry yourself to death? And then what? Expect me to join you in the afterlife?!"

Wang Jingyu paused, then began to laugh through his tears. "Master has hit me! It's been eight hundred years! Master has hit me again! Hahaha..."

Seeing this, Lee Hongyu leaped forward, clinging to Shen Jun's legs, his voice breaking as he pleaded,

"Master! You can't show favoritism to my senior brother. I want to be hit too, I want to be hit too!"

Shen Jun's face was a picture of exasperation.

"Little Yu... Are you sure that's what you want?"