Chapter 83

Just a moment ago, they were boasting about how civilized the Eastern Wasteland was, how equal people were to each other, and how much more advanced it was compared to the Central Realm. Suddenly, the people around him knelt down and kowtowed, their words of flattery pouring out endlessly. This scene was like a sudden blow to the head, instantly stunning the Son of the Eastern Wasteland.

This was not all. The people who were kneeling and kowtowing spoke with such familiarity and fluency, as if they didn't even need to think. The onlookers knew that these words must have been memorized to perfection in their daily lives, even becoming a bodily instinct, and were certainly not something they had just thought of on the spot. In this way... the meaning behind it was very thought-provoking.

For a moment, the heads of the ninety-nine sects, along with Prince Xian, Xiao Ji, the constables of the Ministry of Punishments, and even Huangfu Yu and Sima Tianxia, all raised their heads. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the face of the Son of the Eastern Wasteland. Everyone's brows were twisted in a half-smile, half-frown. The atmosphere immediately changed, becoming unbearably awkward and uncomfortable, making it hard to breathe.

Prince Xian and the others were fine. After all, they were members of the royal family and officials. They always had to maintain a certain level of decorum. Out of respect for the Empress, they didn't want to be too harsh on these people from the Eastern Wasteland. But the heads of the other ninety-nine sects were not so polite.

In an instant, one of the sect leaders said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, the Eastern Wasteland is indeed very equal. So equal that they kneel and kowtow."

Another one said with a sardonic smile, "You don't understand. The etiquette in the Eastern Wasteland is different from ours in the Central Realm. They have fully adopted the fine traditions of the Eagle Auspicious Kingdom. Look, the people of the Eastern Wasteland vary in height, weight, and build. But when they all kneel on the ground, aren't they all the same? Indeed, it is very equal."

Another one, trying to join in the fun, said, "But I don't understand. The people who are kneeling are equal to each other, but how can they be equal to the person standing?"

A nearby one laughed, "The standing person has their own kind of equality. The kneeling person has their own kind of equality. This is called 'all are equal, but some are more equal.' You have a lot to learn, my friend."

The one who spoke first asked with enthusiasm, "It does make some sense. But don't the people who are kneeling want to be equal to those who are standing?"

The sardonic one shook his head and said, "You don't understand. If a dog demands equality with a human, would you agree?"

The one joining in the fun laughed, "Of course not. Dog meat hotpot is quite fragrant. I was just thinking of getting one to try."

Another one joined in, laughing, "Indeed. The people of the Eagle Auspicious Kingdom thought the same way. Although they don't eat dog meat, they are very skilled at training dogs. After training for over a hundred years, what dog can they not tame? Now, if you ask the dog to stand like a human, it won't want to and will bark at you."

"Ah, I see, I see. So the Eastern Wasteland is indeed very civilized, much more civilized than our Central Realm. Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Loud laughter instantly spread throughout the scene. More absurdly, the people who were kneeling and kowtowing seemed completely oblivious to everything. They continued to speak endless flattery in public. This scene could only be described in two sentences.

Laughter, sarcasm, flattery, and kowtowing, all reached the ears; questions, counter-questions, metaphors, and explanations, all pierced the heart.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's face changed, turning red, green, black, and white. Even with his thick skin, he couldn't bear it at this moment. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he tightly clenched his fists, almost wanting to punch and remove those slobbering scoundrels, turning them into shit pies!

But he couldn't! Earlier, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland had effortlessly, mindlessly, taken over the bodies of three constables and the head of the Xu sect, making them suddenly turn into mad dogs and bite their own people. How cool, how detached, how high and mighty!

But in a blink, he was treated with his own methods. If he were to angrily punch and fight, how would he be any different from those people he had mocked earlier? Wouldn't that be lowering himself?

Who could do this? Who could enter the mind and take over the body like him? This was the skill of a grandmaster. But was there really a grandmaster here who could match him?

The Son of the Eastern Wasteland's face turned iron gray, and he let out a cold snort. His eyes flickered, and his pupils glowed with an unusual light as he looked at his subordinates, who were still speaking endless flattery, unaware of what had happened. Invisible mental tentacles deeply probed their minds, using their brains as a battlefield to fiercely drive out the grandmaster who was somewhere unknown.

He felt it! It was that grandmaster! A very powerful and pure mental force was entrenched in the minds of his subordinates. In an instant, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's mouth. He subconsciously took a deep breath and then mobilized his mental force, pressing down fiercely.

A silent war immediately unfolded. In a flash, the two sides had already engaged in countless rounds of combat, but neither side had the upper hand. However, before the battle was decided, the several Eastern Wasteland people, who were the battlefield, could not withstand such intense back-and-forth.

The endless flattery suddenly stopped. Then, the eyes of the several Eastern Wasteland people bulged out like goldfish, and their faces were covered with protruding veins like earthworms. Their features twisted, and blood flowed from their seven orifices. They clutched their heads with both hands, emitting earth-shattering screams, and fell to the ground, rolling around in agony. This scene was truly chilling.

The one who could turn the tables and face the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, a grandmaster, was none other than Xiao Sheng. Although he was not yet a grandmaster, his mental force was no less powerful than that of a grandmaster. He matched the Son of the Eastern Wasteland evenly.

In a split second, "Bang, bang, bang, bang~" several explosions rang out, and the screams abruptly stopped. The scene became deathly silent. Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the several Eastern Wasteland people. Their heads exploded from the inside out, blood and brains splattering everywhere, making the scene a mess.

Unable to withstand the confrontation between the two grandmasters, the several Eastern Wasteland people died on the spot, dead as could be. However, although they were dead, they had at least died with some value.

In a split second, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's eyes widened, and he looked fiercely at Xiao Sheng, full of resentment and malice, saying, "Good, good, good! I didn't expect the infamous Prince Xian to not be so useless after all. No wonder you dared to challenge the Empress and participate in the competition for the Pearl. With this skill, you indeed have the qualifications to compete. But... hey, to get the Netherworld Pearl, you are just dreaming!"

In an instant, everyone present subconsciously looked at Xiao Sheng. Surprise, shock, doubt, excitement... all kinds of gazes. Xiao Sheng, however, smiled as if nothing had happened, saying lightly, "Eh, Mr. Chen, what are you talking about? Why can't we understand?"

"Prince Fourteen, indeed, a true expert does not show his true abilities. I apologize. However, at this point, if you still deny it, wouldn't that be too dishonorable and lacking in integrity?"

The one speaking was not the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, but Qiantou Wushizhen, who had been sitting quietly in her wheelchair, accompanying her husband. Just like that day, she directly transmitted her voice into Xiao Sheng's mind. Although her words were polite, the act itself carried a silent warning and threat.

Xiao Sheng's smile did not change as he glanced at Qiantou Wushizhen. Without showing any emotion, he activated the "Overlord Aura—Ripple Walk!"

In a split second, Qiantou Wushizhen's face suddenly changed, as if an invisible hand had grabbed her heart and squeezed it tightly. Under the intense pain and suffocation, she could not even take a single breath. Even with the secret spell "God-Slaying Thrust," she was completely helpless.

The Overlord Aura Ripple, although it seemed similar to various mental spells and secret techniques at first glance, was fundamentally different. Mental spells and secret techniques are cultivated and practiced after birth, being insidious, vicious, and unpredictable. The Overlord Aura, on the other hand, is the innate aura of a ruler, a majestic and overwhelming presence. Even if you know it is coming, you are powerless to resist.

Xiao Sheng, being a prince of the Great Hao Dynasty, was naturally one with the fate of the Great Hao. The Great Hao was at its peak, vast and unfathomable. Even if Xiao Sheng only received a small part of it, it was still formidable. Moreover, with the help of the Garuda Temple, he had refined and absorbed multiple imperial auras, making his aura even more profound and intense.

In fact, the reason Xiao Sheng was wary of Qiantou Wushizhen was to prevent her from suddenly attacking him and the Son of the Eastern Wasteland during their final battle, just as she had attacked Wen Dahai to help the Son of the Eastern Wasteland win. But if it came to a direct confrontation, Xiao Sheng was not afraid of her.

If Qiantou Wushizhen had just stayed as a human backdrop, it would have been fine. But now, she was transmitting her thoughts again, and even with a hint of threat? How could Xiao Sheng tolerate her being so presumptuous? Today, she would know that the world is vast and full of talented people. A little mental spell or secret technique is not invincible. Those who play with fire are the easiest to get burned!