The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3234: 3229: King Ming Cheng's Provocation_1

A band of figures soared through the skies, drawing the gaze of countless Snake People cultivators. Regardless of their cultivation ranks, high or low, all harbored deep reverence for the Royal Family.

The Royal Family's procession glided overhead among the Snake People, prompting the cultivators below to lower their heads, drop to their knees, and observe as it departed.

Yet, Mo Dao and the other prince showed immense courtesy and deference toward Yang Chen and his companions.

With that, the entourage pressed on until they reached the grand Royal Palace Hall.

The Snake People’s Royal Palace stood magnificently constructed, flanked by a multitude of sentinels at its gates.

Naturally, Yang Chen and Duanhe, being seasoned experts, spared little thought for this Snake People’s Royal Palace. Their minds were fixed instead on the pressing issue before them.

Upon Mo Dao's arrival that day, a throng of Snake People guards swiftly approached to pay respects: “Greetings to the Crown Prince, Eighth Prince.”

“We welcome the Crown Prince and the Eighth Prince’s return.”

Mo Dao gave a faint nod and offered no further words, guiding Yang Chen and the group inside the palace.

No sooner had they stepped within than yet another imposing snake person came forward to greet them.

This snake person clearly possessed a Heaven-separated Realm cultivation, his aura profound and immense. A single look revealed he outshone the Crown Prince and the Eighth Prince by far.

Even against Duanhe and his two companions, he held his own without faltering.

A crown rested atop his head, and spotting Duanhe and the others, he burst out in delight, “Master Gu, your visit truly honors us and lights up this modest abode.”

“Wind Emperor Daoist Friend, it's been ages since our last encounter, and your cultivation has progressed even more.” Duanhe replied.

“Haha, next to Master Gu, I'm still far behind. Master Gu's training at Heavenly Melody Mountain yields such formidable power and depth that I, Feng Mouren, can scarcely measure up.” The snake person known as Wind Emperor chuckled booming.

“Who might this be…?” Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum couldn't hide their astonishment.

Duanhe clasped his hands behind his back and declared, “This is the Snake People’s Emperor, Angry Wind, whom I spoke of during our journey. He's called the Wind Emperor, and his cultivation earns even my respect.”

“Such flattery is too much for me. I've simply lingered in the Heaven-separated Realm a bit longer, while compared to the daoist friends from Heavenly Melody Mountain and Grand Abyss Palace, my achievements are hardly noteworthy.” Wind Emperor boomed with laughter.

“Grand Abyss Palace?” Both Dao Guangwang and Duanhe furrowed their brows sharply.

Duanhe spoke measuredly, “Are representatives from the Grand Abyss Palace within the Royal Palace?”

Wind Emperor grasped the irritation stirring in Duanhe and his group. Yet, with no power to alter the situation, he responded honestly, “Yes, they've arrived on official matters as well. It would serve us best to talk this over indoors.”

Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum hesitated, turning their eyes to Duanhe for guidance.

Duanhe deployed his divine soul to probe ahead and let out a cold huff, “Very well. Heavenly Melody Mountain now holds dominion over the Nine Dragons World. We must demand to know the purpose of these Grand Abyss Palace folks here.”

As words flew, tension crackled between Duanhe and the rest, thick with impending conflict, as the party advanced into the palace.

Wind Emperor found himself unable to halt them and could only permit Duanhe’s group to proceed. The moment he stepped in, Duanhe spotted a cluster of individuals reclining comfortably, sipping tea from palace seats.

Twelve figures occupied the space in total, dwarfing the quartet in numbers.

Confronted by this display, Duanhe’s confidence dipped sharply. The Grand Abyss Palace had dispatched twelve members, against their mere four. It was only natural for him to sense the imbalance.

“Friend Gu, have you come to savor the Snake People’s vistas? Bringing just four along. Ah, their terrains are indeed splendid, hahaha.” A robust middle-aged man, clutching a peculiar folding fan, guffawed while eyeing Duanhe and Yang Chen’s small party.

The sight of this middle-aged man silenced Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum, who held back any retorts.

Though Dao Guangwang earned fame for his fiery disposition and biting tongue, he grew remarkably restrained in the man's presence, biting back words.

Duanhe regarded the man with caution too, yet his haughty taunts ignited fury within him. With a sharp snort, he claimed a chair and fixed a chilly stare on the middle-aged man, retorting icily, “King Ming Cheng, the Nine Dragons World still flies under Heavenly Melody Mountain’s banner. Any troubles here fall to us to fix. Since when does your Grand Abyss Palace get to meddle?”

King Ming Cheng smirked, “You're off base, Brother Gu. True, should issues arise in the Nine Dragons World, Heavenly Melody Mountain takes the lead. But haven't we afforded you your shot? Six of your Heaven-separated realm experts ventured here—what came of it? All vanished without a trace, their fates unknown. The Ancient Dragon Pattern Flag stays lost, leaving the Nine Dragons World in jeopardy. Remember, viewed narrowly, Nine Dragons World is a commonplace realm. But broadly, it ties to the Taiyuan Star System.”

With that, King Ming Cheng grew solemn as he added, “Should the Nine Dragons World falter, repercussions could ripple to the Taiyuan Star System. Since our Grand Abyss Palace oversees this region, staying out isn't an option.”

Duanhe’s rage boiled over, teeth clenched as he spat, “You!”

King Ming Cheng chortled, “Am I off the mark, Friend Gu? If Heavenly Melody Mountain could truly manage this crisis, Grand Abyss Palace would keep hands off. But consider your track record. First, those six Heaven-separated cultivators flopped, and now you show up with only four? Four Heaven-separated experts—goodness, Friend Gu, it does look like a sightseeing trip.”

King Ming Cheng’s mocking barbs fueled Duanhe’s growing ire. He had originally pondered assembling a larger force, but placed faith in Yang Chen.

Should Yang Chen prove exceptionally powerful, that alone might cow King Ming Cheng and his crew. Yet Duanhe knew Yang Chen lacked such might, so intimidation seemed impossible.

Left with no alternative, Duanhe fired back in fury, “Four of us or not, our combined might suffices to tackle this affair, and we won't inevitably fall short against the likes of you, King Ming Cheng.”

King Ming Cheng roared with laughter, “Are you pulling my leg, Friend Gu? Sure, among Heavenly Melody Mountain’s ranks, a few might match me evenly. But you three—Madame Autumn Plum, Brother Dao Guang—do you fancy your chances against me?”

Dao Guangwang and Madame Autumn Plum huffed in response but stayed mum, refusing to engage.

Noting their quiet, King Ming Cheng pressed on to needle Duanhe further, grinning, “Or perhaps, Friend Gu, you're the sole one fit to clash with me?”

Fury roiled in Duanhe’s chest, urging him to put the man in his place.

But recalling the fellow’s prowess sent a chill through him, stifling any bold words.

King Ming Cheng had no intention of dropping the matter, at last directing his attention to Yang Chen.

“Hmm? And who's this youth? He doesn't appear tied to Heavenly Melody Mountain.” King Ming Cheng squinted.

Duanhe, seething with resentment and pinning today’s setback partly on Yang Chen, skipped any introduction for him.

Under normal circumstances, with no one offering to present him, Yang Chen would simply grin and brush it off.

But these were Grand Abyss Palace sorts, and his tolerance ran thinner for them.

With a smile, he dipped in a slight bow, “That's correct, I'm not affiliated with Heavenly Melody Mountain. Still, I suspect my name rings a bell for you, King Ming Cheng.”