Chapter 1956 – Porcelain Doll

Luo Qin’s appearance at the golden bridge marked most people’s first instance of hearing his name, yet he sent the muscular man flying with one kick!

His opponent was a powerful high supreme renowned throughout the chief worlds. In fact, he was one of the strongest among high supremes, but he hadn’t been able to handle a single kick from the grand supreme’s disciple!

Since Luo Qin wielded a pike, that meant he was an expert at using the pike. His kick was just an ordinary, casual response.

The move froze all of the high supremes on the scene.

Next?

To be humiliated?

They took a step back in unplanned unison.

Jumbled in a heap on the ground, the muscular man was mortified and wanted nothing more than to faint dead away. Unfortunately for him, Luo Qin had perfectly calculated his blow and ensured that it would be painful for a moderate duration, but wouldn’t knock the man out.

This kind of embarrassing intimidation was the perfect way to intimidate a crowd of hot-blooded high supremes.

“Allow me,” came a clear voice. A little girl approximately roughly eight years old walked out of the crowd. Wearing a downy yellow dress, her face was so exquisitely sculpted that she looked more like a porcelain doll. She even carried a cloth doll wearing the same dress as her in her arms.

“Only a supreme?!” Jaws dropped when people took a good look at the girl. The little girl was just a supreme!

Mere supremes couldn’t possibly make their way here. Lu Yun had had gone to the trouble of sacrificing his cultivation foundation and forced an ascension ahead of schedule. There was no other way around it, he didn’t dare set foot into the Disordered Sea and the golden bridge of heaven and earth otherwise.

It was completely impossible for supremes to venture in, even if they were protected by a grand supreme. But here one was, standing in front of everyone.

Luo Qin was also at a loss for words. What was he supposed to do against a child? He could tell that this was no method or secret art to appear younger than one’s years. She really was only eight years old. Her bones, her soul, and everything about her was on full display. She wasn’t the result of rebirth after seizing possession of someone else’s body and neither was she a reincarnated personage from myth and legend.

“Well I’m going to fight if you aren’t going to. No crying allowed!” She vanished on the spot like she was a ghost.

Bam!

Luo Qin hurtled backward before he had a chance to react. The little girl appeared where he just stood and vanished again.

“Wait, wait, you win!” Luo Qin quickly cried out with dismay.

When the little girl next reappeared, her fist was one millimeter away from Luo Qin’s right eye. It was only then that bystanders realized his left eye was already black and blue.

Sharp gasps rose and fell within the crowd. Almost no one had made out her movements apart from the grand supremes present. And she was only a supreme!

What kind of monster was this?!

Her age was one thing and could be overlooked. There were stories in the chief worlds of people being born as supremes, so that was less remarkable. But a supreme trouncing a high supreme?

Last time that occurred, it was in the Dark World when Lu Yun broke through to supreme, establishing himself as a supreme without a dao palace. He’d smashed a Moran high supreme into a meat pie with one slap.

While the Moran high supreme was inferior to Luo Qin, he’d also been a powerful high supreme. The dark dao that he cultivated possessed a world of sequence.

However, Lu Yun slapping him to death in one move was just rumor. While many had witnessed him doing so, very few of them were on the premises. On the other hand, all of them had just watched the little doll of a girl trounce Luo Qin!

The high supreme had been in fine fettle moments ago, taking a peak high supreme with ease and flair. That made the contrast to this development even more stark.

“Little fellow daoist, you absolutely have the right to enter the tomb of the empyrean supreme. You may enter at your leisure!” Luo Qin scrambled up from his feet with a bead of cold sweat running down his nose. He hastily circulated his power to heal his blackened left eye.

It’d be too appalling to have both of his eyes beaten black and blue.

“That was fast. I haven’t even made you cry yet,” grumbled the little girl before she hopped off the golden bridge and entered the hazy mountain.

It was up to her own abilities whether or not she could find the tomb proper.

“Who else?” Luo Qin exhaled and roared at the assembly.

“If even a little girl can make it past, then I should be able to as well,” murmured a young man as he walked forward.

Luo Qin’s gaze sharpened with intent when he heard the words. It was an incredible humiliation that an eight year old supreme had beaten him. Here was someone rubbing salt in the wound before it’d even healed!

Eyes narrowing, his hands tightened around his pike as he stared coldly at a young man in white. Luo Qin’s latest opponent seemed a bit frail and went unarmed. There were no treasures of note on the young man. While he was also a peak high supreme, the ripples of his power weren’t that strong. He was weaker than the muscular man from earlier—plainly, he’d just broken through.

“Ah, er, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that,” Lu Yun paused. The little girl reminded him of Hong guarding the mausoleum among the stars of the Hongmeng, which was why he’d spoken without realization or further thought.

Hong was still in the Hongmeng and had become ruler of the realm along with her younger brother, Meng. It was supposed to be the little fox in charge of the Hongmeng, but she was so lazy that she’d shirked her duties and ran off to the World of Immortals with Lu Qing.

“Hmph.” Radiance erupted from the pike as Luo Qin leveled his weapon at Lu Yun. “Cut the bullshit, come at me.”

His tones were frosty—he really was going to establish his authority this time. He’d become a laughingstock of the chief worlds if he didn’t teach this young man a harsh lesson.

“Then here I come.” Lu Yun nodded and clenched his hands into fists.

Hummmm.

Black light blossomed from his body as a black dragon surged out of his fists. It clutched a dark star in its claws. The second technique of the Divine Fists of Hell—Black Dragon Clutches A Star!

It was no longer a pure hell dao combat art. The second move contained Lu Yun’s sword dao and more so the will of the primordial heavenly emperor on the golden bridge. He purposefully borrowed the bridge’s aura to mask the telltale ripples of a hell dao art.

“The golden bridge of heaven and earth! You’ve comprehended its combat art!” Luo Qin shrieked when he registered the move.

BOOM!

The punch landed on his body and flung him into a cliff next to the bridge. When the black dragon vanished and the dust settled, everyone saw his splayed-out body embedded in the rock.