Chapter 129: Confronting the Heavenly Emperor

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Jiang Yuan looked steadily at the hot-tempered demon saint of the demon race and spoke slowly, “Feilian Demon Saint has a deal with me, so I can guarantee that if I can leave the Heavenly Tribe, then you can leave as well.”
“As for those others, I couldn’t care less about their fate. With that in mind, does Feilian still think he’s being played?”
“Better be so!” Feilian replied coldly.
Jiang Yuan said nothing further and began walking toward the outside of Peach Mountain.
When they reached the cave entrance, they found that all the prisoners remained at the edge, not stepping outside.
It was as if something terrifying awaited beyond, paralyzing their courage to move even a single step forward.
Jiang Yuan walked ahead to take a look and sure enough, a man was standing there.
Dressed in simple azure robes, immaculate and free of any dust, his face radiated arrogance, giving off an aura that repelled anyone from approaching.
He was a middle-aged man, his calm eyes showing no emotion, his expression icy cold.
No need to guess—this had to be the Heavenly Emperor, ruler of the Heavenly Tribe.
The Heavenly Emperor ignored the group and spoke calmly, “I give you three breaths of time. Return to your cells on your own, or bear the consequences.”
No explosive aura was unleashed; he spoke with complete tranquility.
Immediately, some prisoners began rushing back to their cells, terrified. Compared to freedom, they valued their lives more.
Otherwise, many would have already taken their own lives in captivity long ago.
Some had gone mad in their cells, desperate to fight to the death.
“Damn the Heavenly Emperor! Locked me up for so long and still dares to threaten me!”
One madman charged toward the Emperor, but halfway there, his body mysteriously dissipated into nothingness.
This scene only deepened the fear, and more prisoners fled back into Peach Mountain.
Soon, the cave became nearly empty, with only Jiang Yuan’s group remaining.
It seemed the Heavenly Emperor was like a primordial beast in their hearts.
From start to finish, the Emperor said only one sentence, making no move.
The fugitives of Peach Mountain were dealt with in this very manner.
More precisely, they were undone by themselves.
Jiang Yuan quietly observed the Heavenly Emperor, thinking how imposing this old fellow’s official presence was.
He glanced at the Emperor’s system panel:
Character: Yun Tian
Title: Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Tribe
Realm: Semi-Saint Perfection
Possessions: Three Realms Map, Pangu Golden Radiance Vessel

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Cultivation Method: Celestial Immortal Secret Scripture
Mount: Three-legged Golden Crow
Loyalty: 00
Favorability: 00
Potential Tyrant Value: 9900
Good heavens, he’s just one step away from becoming a Saint. If he were to establish the Heavenly Court, how could humanity ever rise again?
“The Heavenly Emperor personally comes here—are you here to see me off?” Jiang Yuan stepped forward and looked at the Emperor calmly.
“Do you think you, as the Human Emperor, can stand on equal footing with me?” the Heavenly Emperor asked coolly.
Jiang Yuan suddenly understood, “So the Heavenly Emperor feels unworthy to stand equally with me.”
“No need for such arrogance. You are the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Tribe; I am the Human Emperor of mankind. There’s no need to belittle yourself so.”
“You’re full of slick words. Do you think that’s enough for you to leave the Heavenly Tribe?” The Emperor sneered coldly at Jiang Yuan.
“I am the Emperor of Heaven, Earth, and Man. I go wherever I please. Even as the Heavenly Emperor, you have no power over me,” Jiang Yuan replied calmly.
“This is the territory of the Heavenly Tribe,” the Emperor said, watching Jiang Yuan steadily.
“Then I suppose I have wandered into the wrong place,” Jiang Yuan said with a roguish grin.
“By your logic, then those of the Heavenly Tribe you’ve slain are just your mistakes?” the Emperor said angrily.
“As expected of the Heavenly Emperor, always so cunning,” Jiang Yuan agreed.
“What about those two behind you? One is my daughter; the other is a prisoner I have confined. Are you planning to take them away?” The Emperor frowned.
“One is the mother of someone under my command; the other is about to become one of my subordinates. Why can’t I take them?” Jiang Yuan retorted.
“How do you intend to rescue them from a Semi-Saint?” the Emperor asked with a smile.
After all the talk, it still comes down to strength. He is a Semi-Saint; even if they all attacked together, it would be like him merely flicking his finger.
The Emperor was also curious about the source of Jiang Yuan’s confidence.
He then looked toward Feilian and said coldly, “I never expected the mighty Demon Saint to serve under the Human Emperor.”
“It’s only been ten years. It’s better than being locked in the Heavenly Tribe forever,” Feilian replied lightly.
“I believe I already said—three breaths of time to return to your cells. Why haven’t you moved? Do you want me to personally escort you?” The Emperor’s tone was cold.
Feilian said nothing. Now was not the time for threats; a wrong word could cost him his life.
So Feilian simply looked at Jiang Yuan, who had promised to bring him out.
“What’s this? You can’t handle me, so you go after those behind me?” Jiang Yuan sneered.
“You’re not worthy for me to use such methods,” the Emperor said.
“Then do you dare kill me? Are you willing to bear the consequences?” Jiang Yuan said disdainfully.

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In truth, a chill ran through his heart. His strength was insufficient; he still felt vulnerable.
But this damned system’s rules forbade any thought of surrender.
“Do you think I don’t dare kill you?” The Emperor stared hard at Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan met his gaze without the slightest falter; the tension was palpable.
Zhang Kui and his wife didn’t even consider intervening. If their lord couldn’t resolve this, they would only watch helplessly.
There was no other way—the gap was simply too great.
“You are right; I will not kill you because I do not want to bear that karmic retribution. But those who came with you—”
“When I kill, I do so without the slightest hesitation,” the Emperor said with a faint smile.
“You dare!” Jiang Yuan’s anger flared; his worst fears were coming true.
Nezha and Yang Jian might be fine—at least they had the support of the Chan Sect—but Zhang Kui and his wife were different.
Their only backing was Jiang Yuan himself.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan felt immense pressure.
“Why don’t I dare?” The Emperor sneered.
“Have you forgotten those three lashes from before? Let me tell you plainly: several of the first Human Emperors of mankind still exist. Your Heavenly Tribe dares not be reckless with mine!” Jiang Yuan declared, revealing the presence of the ancient Human Emperors of the Divine Farmer lineage.
Then he drew his Xuanyuan Sword, pointing it coldly at the Emperor. “Take a good look at this!”
Upon seeing the Xuanyuan Sword, the Emperor’s expression changed slightly.
He had searched for the sword’s whereabouts—it was a sacred human artifact, symbolizing the status of the Human Emperor.
But since the era of Xia Yu, the Xuanyuan Sword had never appeared among humanity.
This was why the Emperor had long underestimated the Human Emperor.
A proud Human Emperor who lacked the sacred Xuanyuan Sword dared to claim that title?
Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, the Xuanyuan Sword had reappeared among mankind!
“Where did you get it?” The Emperor looked at Jiang Yuan’s sword, his expression complex.
He was weighing whether to slay Jiang Yuan regardless of karmic consequences.
Because he did not want humanity to regain its ancient glory—a powerful race was enough with the Heavenly Tribe alone.
The current Human Emperor wielding the Xuanyuan Sword meant his future achievements would rival the Five Emperors!
Jiang Yuan suddenly sensed a murderous intent. Damn, the Heavenly Emperor wants to kill me?