Chapter 11: Chapter 10 One Man Dominates a Country
Dali Imperial Palace.
Taiji Hall.
An authoritative man adorned in a dragon robe sat in front of a sandalwood desk.
Opposite him sat an emaciated elder.
“Uncle-Ancestor, there should be no match for you in the world now, right?”
The dignified man was none other than the current Emperor of Dali,
and the thin elder sitting across from him was an old patriarch of the Dali Royal Family.
He was also the strongest, a martial artist at the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
If it weren’t for this Sea-Calming Divine Needle,
the Dali Dynasty might still have reached its current state of ruling the seas and having all regions submit,
but certainly not with such ease.
“Without reaching the level of a Great Grandmaster, there can be no talk of having no competitors.”
The emaciated elder shook his head, but his tone lacked any modesty.
Even among the Grandmasters, there were differences in strength.
And without a doubt, the thin elder stood among the most supreme at the Grandmaster Level.
In terms of heritage, the other great martial sects also carried the teachings of Great Grandmasters.
But the Great Grandmaster progenitor of the Dali Dynasty undoubtedly had the greatest influence.
After all, this progenitor lived over a hundred years ago and his name and influence remain undiminished to this day.
The many martial arts manuals he left behind might not be said to be stronger than the other Great Grandmaster heritages,
but at least they are more complete and perfected,
not to mention that in former years, the patriarch personally visited the other great martial sects and copied all their martial arts to bring back.
Amassing all the martial arts in the world, the Dali Dynasty’s foundation can only far surpass that of the Great Martial Sects.
“Great Grandmaster… Uncle-Ancestor, you’re only a hair’s breadth away from Great Grandmaster level, right…”
The Emperor of Dali asked with an inexplicable tone.
“A hair’s breadth away is still a world of difference…”
The emaciated elder sighed,
The closer he got to the Realm of Great Grandmaster, the more he felt despair and helplessness.
This was still under the premise of the many breakthrough insights left by the Dali progenitor.
Without those, the thin elder would not even dare to dream of reaching the Grandmaster Realm.
Even so, the emaciated elder had little confidence in himself to take that one step further.
“However, Your Majesty can rest assured, in this world today, if I can’t break through to the level of a Great Grandmaster, neither can the other Grandmasters…”
The thin elder’s voice was low, filled with immense self-confidence.
Just as the Emperor of Dali was about to say something,
a terrifying wave of sound descended, pervading every inch of air around them.
“This humble monk Hui Zhen wishes to visit the Martial Hall of the imperial palace.”
“This humble monk Hui Zhen wishes to visit the Martial Hall of the imperial palace.”
“This humble monk Hui Zhen wishes to visit the Martial Hall of the imperial palace.”
…
As if demon sounds filled his ears, the Emperor of Dali felt his eardrums vibrating and his vision starting to blur.
Compared to the Emperor of Dali, the elder, who had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster Realm, suffered much more.
The stronger one’s power, the more sensitive they are to sound waves, and the heavier the suppression and impact will be.
“What kind of sound skill is this?!”
The emaciated elder couldn’t believe it,
Just with the power of sound, and from a distance unknown,
he, a martial artist of the Grandmaster Realm, had lost the ability to resist.
Who on earth could it be?
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Even someone as strong as the Great Grandmaster progenitor of the Dali Dynasty couldn’t achieve this extent, could they?
…
Outside the imperial palace.
Lin Yuan’s gaze was tranquil.
He had just used one of the Great Zen Temple’s seventy-two unique skills, the Sound Wave Martial Arts Lion’s Roar, to announce his wish to ‘visit the Martial Hall’.
Lion’s Roar, a superior martial art,
is also a rare Sound Wave Martial Art, which can intimidate through sound, causing terror and utter dread.
However, such martial skills are difficult to affect those at the Innate Realm of martial artists.
After all, compared to physical combat and weapons, the effect of sound wave was indeed limited.
But Lin Yuan’s current strength was too overbearing,
empowered by vital energy of a body that surpassed the Great Grandmaster and reached into the Mythical Realm,
his roar could not talk of shattering mountains and rivers, but at least a Grandmaster would struggle to withstand it.
Of course, Lin Yuan did not strike with lethal intent.
Within the terrifying coverage of the Lion’s Roar sound wave,
those below the Acquired Realm Peak merely felt their eardrums vibrating without sustaining other injuries.
As for the ones at Acquired Realm Peak, Innate Realm Peak, and even Martial Taoists at the Grandmaster Realm,
the impact was indeed more severe, but they would recover after a month or two of rest.
It wouldn’t cause any irreversible damage.
In years past, the founder of the Dali Dynasty forced the Great Zen Temple’s monks to hand over their ultimate teachings with absolute martial force when he visited.
Now, with Lin Yuan’s roar outside the Imperial Palace, turning the strict palace defenses upside down, it could be considered tit for tat.
“Buddhist disciple, this this this…”
The middle-aged monk beside him was blank in the mind at this moment.
He had just been wondering why the Buddhist disciple would say there was trouble,
as well as what “just say it directly” could mean.
And then he witnessed this incredible scene before his eyes.
“Look, I bet we can get in soon,”
Lin Yuan said casually, glancing back at the middle-aged monk.
“….”
The middle-aged monk was still immersed in shock.
Although he didn’t know what had happened inside the palace,
following Lin Yuan’s roar, various chaotic auras emanated from within the palace,
even the auras of Grandmasters were plummeting.
The middle-aged monk had the sense that
the palace defenses had likely dropped to an all-time low,
probably a group of Innate Martial Artists could easily blood-wash it.
Under such circumstances…
he had no doubt about Lin Yuan’s comment, “I bet we can get in soon.”
With the battle prowess Lin Yuan had “roared” out,
not to mention entering the mere Martial Hall, even if it were the harem of the current Emperor of Dali,
it would probably just take a word.
A moment later,
under the gaze of the middle-aged monk,
an imposing man clad in dragon robes and a gaunt old man quickly walked out.
Besides them, several figures followed,
and though these figures had weakened auras, their demeanor as they walked proclaimed a might far beyond that of the Innate Realm.
The Emperor of Dali stepped out of the palace and soon spotted Lin Yuan, who stood there in a gray monk’s robe.
“May I have the honor of addressing the master…”
the Emperor of Dali said with a heavy heart, immediately bending over to greet him.
After suffering from the terrifying sound wave in the Taiji Hall, the Emperor of Dali wasn’t greatly affected and quickly recovered.
The first thought of the Emperor of Dali was to flee.
But the gaunt old man beside him stopped him.
The gaunt old man was at the Grandmaster Peak Realm.
He understood very well that someone who could cause such chaos with a sound wave,
possessed a strength that if not earth-shatteringly unique,
at least surpassed that of the founder of the Dali Dynasty from over a hundred years ago.
How could they flee from such a formidable individual, and where could they possibly go?
On the contrary,
judging by the injury the Emperor of Dali sustained,
the gaunt old man deduced that Lin Yuan probably held no killing intent toward the Dali Royal Family.
Otherwise,
just that terrifying sound wave alone would have been enough to seriously harm a Grandmaster of his stature.
How could the Emperor of Dali, who was not even at the level of the Innate Realm, suffer only so little?
That’s why,
following the suggestion of the gaunt old man, the Emperor of Dali gathered the courage to follow the source of the sound wave and walked out of the palace.
“I am Hui Zhen, wishing to enter the palace’s Martial Hall for a visit,”
Lin Yuan stated outright upon seeing the disheveled Emperor of Dali.
“This matter is simple.”
“Please enter, master,”
“Please enter, master,”
the Emperor of Dali said, relieving some tension.
At the same time, he felt aggrieved.
If you wanted to enter the Martial Hall, why didn’t you say so earlier? Why make such a big commotion?
