Villain : After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse - Chapter 211

Chapter 211

“It seems these guys have been scared out of their wits! But then again, if it were me, I’d probably react the same way!” The Pure Yang Holy Master couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Never before in the Nine Heavens Realm had so many immortal forces been so quickly subdued by a mere Saint Realm cultivator.

In the past, these towering immortal forces always held their heads high. Now, faced with an immense threat, they had no choice but to bow down. However, the Pure Yang Holy Master understood their reaction.

He knew he would do the same in their position, especially considering the dire state of the Golden Crow Clan.

The young generation, the middle generation, and even the older generation that served as the clan’s foundation had almost all been killed. This led to a severe weakening of their strength, with a lack of seasoned power and a disconnect between generations.

Even if they managed to survive this tribulation, they would no longer hold the dignity of an immortal force, with only one Emperor Weapon left to their name.

And all of this was the result of just two people’s heavenly tribulations. The most terrifying of these was the tribulation of Jiang Chen, the Holy Son of Primordial Holy Land. The Primordial Holy Master’s tribulation, although extremely frightening, was clearly overshadowed by Jiang Chen’s.

The Primordial Holy Master’s tribulation was merely an ordinary thunder tribulation, which could still be resisted with the help of an Emperor Weapon. But Jiang Chen’s tribulation was different. It involved the imprint of an Emperor at the quasi-Emperor level, whose power, even at only eighty percent, was unimaginable—especially since there were eight of them.

Most of the Golden Crow Clan’s old monsters were annihilated the moment they emerged, without even a chance to struggle. If it weren’t for the protection of their Emperor Weapon, the Golden Crow Clan might have been completely exterminated.

This was the heavenly tribulation of a Saint. What if it were the tribulation of a Saint King, or even a Great Saint? What kind of terrifying power would that be?

No force dared to imagine. If they provoked the Holy Son of Primordial and he broke through directly within their territory, wouldn’t they end up just like the Golden Crow Clan, facing total annihilation?

Various forces, realizing they hadn’t yet thoroughly offended Primordial Holy Land, quickly made their positions clear. They didn’t want to end up like the Golden Crow Clan. Even some who had grudges against Primordial Holy Land were now backing down.

“Primordial Holy Land, our White Tiger Clan only fought for opportunities a few days ago. We never intended to have a life-or-death enmity with Primordial Holy Land. I’m sure you all understand that!” The White Tiger Clan hesitated for a moment before quickly expressing their stance.

After witnessing the tragedy of the Golden Crow Clan and recalling their recent alliance against Primordial Holy Land, they felt a chill in their hearts and immediately decided to make their position clear—they did not want to meet the same fate as the Golden Crow Clan.

“We understand,” the third ancestor nodded, feeling deep admiration in his heart.

It seemed Jiang Chen’s influence far exceeded what they had anticipated. They were all renowned powerhouses in the Nine Heavens Realm, with formidable strength that usually commanded fear and respect.

However, compared to Jiang Chen’s deterrence, they were far behind. At least, they couldn’t instill such fear in various forces, to the point where some were even cowering. This was an unprecedented occurrence.

“It’s rare to see this—White Tiger Clan, usually so fearless, actually backing down! Am I dreaming?” The Pure Yang Holy Master couldn’t help but comment, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

The White Tiger Clan’s powerhouses immediately darkened their expressions. Do you have to talk so much? Would it kill you to stay silent? Everyone else is doing the same, so why pick on us? What a foul mouth.

The White Tiger Clan powerhouses couldn’t help but curse inwardly, their faces turning grim as they said coldly, “There’s a saying that Pure Yang Holy Land’s disciples have foul mouths, and it seems the reputation is well-deserved.”

“We are showing respect to Primordial Holy Land and have no desire to make enemies with them. How does that equate to cowardice?”

“Moreover, what deep hatred do we have with Primordial Holy Land that requires us to fight to the death?”

Of course, they couldn’t admit to backing down. If they did, how would they maintain their dignity? After all, they were a top-tier immortal force and had to care about their reputation.

However, they dared not speak too harshly, knowing that Pure Yang Holy Land was closely allied with Primordial Holy Land. If they tore face with Pure Yang Holy Land, it would be almost the same as tearing face with Primordial Holy Land.

“When you fought for the Pure Yang Root, you didn’t say that!” The Pure Yang Holy Master retorted sarcastically, feeling incredibly satisfied.

This was the feeling he wanted—mocking these ancient imperial clans, leaving them speechless, forced to swallow their anger and unable to retaliate.

Hmph.

The White Tiger Clan said nothing further. They knew that continuing the argument would only harm them, not the other party. If they persisted, they would lose face completely.

Moreover, they couldn’t take any action against the other party, which would only bring harm without any benefit. So why bother?

“If I were part of the Golden Crow Clan, I’d probably be filled with regret right now for daring to strike at the Holy Son of Primordial!” A powerhouse from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan couldn’t help but say.

In their sight, the Emperor’s Imprints were slaughtering relentlessly, as if they had become numb to killing. Countless members of the Golden Crow Clan had fallen, and within this vast world, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses were piled into small mountains—all of them from the Golden Crow Clan.

Among the fallen were peerless geniuses renowned throughout the world, as well as once-invincible powerhouses who had once dominated the Nine Heavens Realm.

There were also many nameless members of the Golden Crow Clan. However, no matter their reputation or strength in life, they all shared one status now: corpses.

Faced with the onslaught of the Emperor’s Imprints, almost no one could stand against them. Even those who managed to resist were quickly killed by the combined efforts of the Imprints.

Only a few quasi-Emperor old monsters managed to survive, clinging to life under the protection of their Emperor Weapons.

In contrast to the tragic fate of the Golden Crow Clan, Jiang Chen and his companions were quite comfortable. They didn’t even know when they had brought out the chairs from the Banished Immortal Peak, but now they were reclining in the void, leisurely sipping tea, chatting casually, and gesturing towards the battlefield below. They appeared entirely at ease, occasionally breaking into smiles.

Above them, two Emperor Weapons radiated their power, holding off the surrounding Emperor’s Imprints. The four Emperor’s Imprints were like old oxen plowing the field, constantly tearing apart the space around them, destroying and regenerating it in an endless cycle.

Seeing Jiang Chen and his companion’s relaxed demeanor, the onlookers were speechless. This didn’t look like undergoing a tribulation; it looked like a vacation. And this tribulation? It didn’t seem like a catastrophe at all; it seemed more like free labor!

The more they watched, the more frustrated the crowd became. How could the heavens be so unfair, granting the Holy Son of Primordial such preferential treatment?

“Dammit!” The Emperor of the Qin Dynasty couldn’t bear to watch any longer and muttered a curse, “Seeing this makes me feel envious!”

“How great would it be if I had such treatment when I reach the quasi-Emperor level!”

He was also about to step into the quasi-Emperor realm. It was just a matter of time, likely within a few years. For decades, he had been preparing to face the tribulation, taking precautions against any unexpected occurrences, whether it be the tribulation itself or the variations brought by living beings.

When facing the tribulation, the Emperor of Qin Dynasty had been extremely cautious, not daring to relax for a moment. This was the mindset of every being preparing to undergo the tribulation, all striving to safely cross this trial.

However, seeing Jiang Chen’s situation, his previously steadfast Dao Heart began to waver, making it impossible to remain calm. Comparing oneself to others only brought frustration.

Why did they have to be so cautious, while Jiang Chen could rest so easily, even using the tribulation to kill his enemies? What happened to everyone being equal before the tribulation? Was this fair? No, it wasn’t fair!