Chapter 1039 – Inviting the Great Sage of Qi Tian to come out of the gate
The moment they heard these words, the faces of the Great Summer Gods present simultaneously changed.
Raging fluctuations of divine power rushed out from their bodies as terrifying divine might descended, and a pair of eyes stared angrily at Andre in the center of the meeting hall, as if there were flames blazing in their eyes.
The Heavenly Emperors of the Four Directions, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the many powerful people present frowned, and even the Queen Mother of the West, who was sitting on top of the main seat, had her eyes turn cold.
”How can a mere mortal be so arrogant?”
”Ridiculous Western curmudgeon, how dare he speak out here?”
”Ridiculous! Ridiculous!”
”Ignorant rats, they should be punished by five thunderbolts!”
”Queen Mother, poor Taoist Tai Yi, I’m willing to kill this fang for you!”
”Tianyou Marshal, I’m willing to kill this fang for the Queen Mother!”
”……”
Several short-tempered Great Summer Gods, once they slapped the table, stood up, and were about to say something, but thinking that this was Queen Mother West’s Peach Birthday Banquet, after hesitating for a few moments, they still slowly sat down, and all of them looked at Queen Mother West in the center, seemingly seeking her opinion.
In the middle of the Peach Banquet, no matter what status the immortals had, they were not allowed to strike out at will without the consent of the Queen Mother of the West, this was the rule.
Bang–!
A popping sound rang out from Lin Qiye’s side.
Yang Jian’s right hand clutched the fragmented jade disk remnants, his eyes staring intently at Andre in the venue, his icy eyes flashing with a fierce killing intent.
”Where did that dog come from and dare to be so arrogant?” Nezha violently stood up from his seat, reaching out into nothingness and a fiery red lance appeared in his hand, “Really think that there’s no one in my Grand Xia?!”
”Stand still.” Yang Jian voiced out to stop Nezha.
”Yang Jian, can you tolerate this?”
”This is the Peach Festival here, it’s not like you can make a move just because you want to, everything is subject to the Queen Mother’s instructions.” Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Lin Qiye.
”And …… like Lin Qiye, he’s not an existence in this time and space, we’re just silhouettes nowadays, so even if we make a move, we won’t be able to do him any harm.”
Lin Qiye looked at the arrogant to the extreme Andre, and his eyes grew colder and colder.
He knew that the reason why Andre dared to do this was because he had bitten the bullet that the Great Summer God was unable to strike against him in this space-time silhouette of the Kunlun Void.
And so far the only ones suspected of possessing entities were the few maids that entered the door, but they weren’t gods after all, and their cultivation realm wasn’t much different from Lin Qiye’s.
In Lin Qiye s eyes, Andre s behavior today is like a bitch scratching her head at a tiger trapped in a cage, and it is only by virtue of the might of the iron cage that she dares to taunt and provoke …… Looking at that arrogant face, Lin Qiye s heart is filled with killing intent.
Lin Qiye was clear in his heart that in the middle of this Peach Blossom Fairgrounds, the Great Summer Gods could never make a move, and once they did, not only would they not be able to hurt Andre, but they would also demoralize their side for nothing.
He could already imagine, when the Great Summer Gods were furious, but could do nothing about Andre, the other side should be what kind of a stinking face.
Even if he knew that what existed here was just a group of illusory silhouettes of the Great Xia Gods, he absolutely could not accept it.
A hundred years ago, the Great Xia Gods had already abrogated their own cultivation and fallen into reincarnation for the Great Xia beings, so how could he possibly stand by and watch them being humiliated?
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, a flash of biting killing intent surfaced in his eyes as he slowly stood up from above his seat.
”What do you want to do?” Yang Jian’s brows furrowed when he saw him stand up.
”You guys can’t make a move.” Lin Qiye spoke faintly, “I’ll go kill him.”
”Your realm isn’t enough.”
”It’s not enough, but you still have to kill.” Lin Qiye stepped across the stone table and calmly said, “There are some things …… can’t be backed down from.”
Hearing this, Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed and he was silent for a moment.
What percentage of certainty do you have in winning him?
If it was just me, it would be less than 20%, but ……
Lin Qiye’s eyes flashed imperceptibly.
He walked to the side of the venue, clasped his hands, bowed respectfully to the Queen Mother of the West above the main seat of the venue, and spoke aloud:
”Mortal Lin Qiye, I would like to behead this fang for the Queen Mother.”
Amidst the invocations from the gods of Grand Xia, the Western Queen Mother’s gaze fell straight onto Lin Qiye’s body, and a smirk flashed across those beautiful eyes.
”This is very good.” She slowly spoke, “Lin Qiye, if you kill this fang for this palace, this palace will have its own reward.”
Upon hearing these words, the many Great Summer Gods present turned their heads to look at Lin Qiye at the very back, all looking a bit surprised.
Just now when Lin Qiye entered the arena, due to his special division, the Great Xia Gods had long noticed him, but his realm was really too low, not even as low as the arrogant western curmudgeon at the venue, so it was inevitable that there was some confusion in the hearts of the Gods as to why the Queen Mother chose him to fight.
However, since the Queen Mother of the West had personally decreed it, they had no objections and returned to their seats to sit down and be quiet.
Seeing that the Queen Mother of the West had given her permission, Lin Qiye sighed in relief and under the gaze of the Great Xia Gods, he took a step to the center of the venue and stood opposite Andre.
”It’s you? You also entered here?” Andre was first stunned when he saw Lin Qiye, then he snorted and spoke, “Don’t tell me that you’re going to stand up for this group of virtual shadows and fight me single-handedly here?
Are you crazy?
Playing house with this group of old ancient Void Shadows that have been dead for an unknown number of years, and betting on your own life, this is too stupid.”
”What kind of a thing are you?” Lin Qiye laughed coldly, “Just a jumping clown who only dares to jump in front of a silhouette……. If you were to truly stand in front of any of my Great Summer Gods, would you dare to say one more word?”
Andre’s eyes iced down.
”You seek death yourself, so I’ll fulfill you.” Beneath Andre’s feet, a large Earth Eye instantly opened, the black and red colors reflecting his face, his eyes flickering with a fierce killing intent.
”There is no one here …… who can help you.”
He stretched out his hand and shook it remotely at the distant Lin Qiye!
Lin Qiye calmly closed his eyes.
The Asylum of the Gods.
Stirring battle music echoed through the compound.
Bragi stood outside the compound, wearing a passionate dark red western-style dress, holding a harp in his hands and strumming it rapidly, his eyes closed tightly as if he was completely mesmerized by the battle music.
At the same time, the two figures collided sharply in the air, raging fluctuations of divine power swept out.
Right at this moment, a palm gently rested on Bragi’s shoulder, and the latter slightly froze and looked back.
A figure clad in a white lab coat was silently standing behind him.
”Stop, Bragi.” Lin Qiye’s eyes stared at the battlefield in the courtyard as he spoke expressionlessly.
Bragi blinked and quickly stopped the music in his hands.
The battle music came to a screeching halt, and the Monkey King and Jimei Garsh, who were fighting furiously in the courtyard, frowned at the same time, and the fists that were punching each other had just flown into mid-air, when a white shadow suddenly swung out and stood between the two of them.
A pair of palms caught both Sun Wukong and Jimei Garsh’s fists at the same time.
The wind from the fists whistled, blowing the assaulting white coat around as Lin Qiye stood between the two and smiled at them somewhat apologetically.
”I apologize for interrupting your fight, but the situation is really a bit urgent right now ……”
He turned his head to look at Sun Wukong, who was standing to the side, and a complicated color surfaced in his eyes.
He extended his hands to clasp his fists and spoke in an incomparably solemn tone:
”Great Summer subject Lin Qiye, please ask the Great Sage of Qi Tian to come out.”