C737 You're Just a Piece of Trash
C737 You're Just a Piece of Trash
This was the residence of Prince and Yang Liudao.
Yang Liudao was holding a grand banquet in his Immortal Palace. Those who participated in this banquet were all the most outstanding members of their families.
The entire Immortal Palace was magnificent. The dining table, the wine set, and even the hassock on the ground were all supreme grade Immortal Weapons. All kinds of treasures were considered the most precious treasures in Immortal Realm. They were all made into decorative items that were used to decorate the palace.
The news that Yang family had suffered a great loss in Wind Breaking City didn't seem to have any effect on Yang Liudao at all. Furthermore, no one in Yang family would dare to interfere in his matters.
He was the future master of the Heavenly Court personally chosen by the Saint, the future master of the entire Immortal Realm. Who would dare to interfere in his matters?
Countless precious ingredients were continuously sent up to the hall. Countless fine wine and jade liquids were sent up to the hall. Dozens of heavenly beauties were dancing in the middle of the hall. The strong aroma of wine, meat, and all kinds of wild laughter were echoing in the hall.
Yang Liudao was wearing a long snow-white robe. His clothes were untidy and his face was red. He was holding a female immortal in one hand and rubbing her while holding a cup of wine in the other. He was sitting on a tall throne with a proud and high-spirited face, as if he had really ascended to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.
The few dozen young men who were closest to him kept flattering him under his feet. This made Yang Liudao feel comfortable all over his body. The feeling of floating in the air was too enjoyable.
When he thought about how the entire Immortal Realm was under his control, the fact that he was the master of the Immortal Realm personally chosen by the Saint, and the fact that even the master of the Immortal Realm had to treat him kindly in front of him, Yang Liudao couldn't wait to roar out at this moment.
Awesome!
This feeling was really awesome.
It was so awesome that even his soul seemed to have flown up.
Thinking about the past, he was merely an insignificant existence amongst the younger generation of Yang family. Although he was also a core member of Yang family, a genius of the same generation as him had already cultivated to such a level. Most of the Third Grade Golden Immortals were either First Grade or Low-grade Xiantian Golden Immortals. Only he had been a Heaven Immortal Ninth Grade ever since he passed the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation.
Even he had barely passed the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation by cheating.
The only thing Yang Liudao could think of was that he would spend his entire life living in his family and waiting for death.
But now, he was different. He was the Lord of the Heaven Realm chosen by the Saint.
Happiness came too suddenly. He was now Six Paths Prince, and the gap between him and Yang Liudao was immeasurable.
This was a supreme enjoyment.
A joyful smile emerged on Yang Liudao's handsome face. He looked at his brother, who used to be arrogant in front of him, bowing and bowing to him. The feeling of being high and mighty made him enjoy it.
Just as the banquet was about to reach its climax, a man slowly walked in from the entrance of the main hall.
At first, no one noticed his presence, but when everyone saw him, they were so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound.
A tall, handsome middle-aged man. He wore a noble robe, and the jade belt around his waist was inlaid with exquisite gems. The eyes of the middle-aged man seemed to have solidified. Anyone who was glanced at by him would immediately lose all their courage.
In the main hall, the strongest person was the guard beside Yang Liudao. When these guards saw this middle-aged man, they immediately knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
The music suddenly stopped, and the dancing fairy fell to her knees in panic.
All the young men who were attending the banquet also hurriedly knelt down. Only Yang Liudao had a disdainful smile on his face. Then, he let go of the female immortal and slowly stood up from the throne.
He didn't intend to go down and greet her. Instead, he just stood in front of the throne.
Yang Yanzong slowly walked to the bottom of the throne, then raised his head to look at Yang Liudao.
Both of them had long black hair that looked like a waterfall. Their eyes and appearance were somewhat similar.
Yang Liudao's face carried a trace of pretentious grace. He nodded slightly at Yang Yanzong and said:
"Chief, you have come to find me. What's the matter?"
There was no change in Yang Yanzong's facial expression. It was just that two lines of disdain, ridicule, and a trace of gloominess suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He looked at Yang Liudao and said calmly.
"Do you know what happened to the family recently? Do you know why the family announced that they are going into seclusion?"
Yang Liudao smiled and said arrogantly.
"These things are my business, not mine. I only need to be the successor of the Heavenly Emperor. At that time, the entire Immortal Realm will be mine. Could it be that the patriarch can't even handle these trivial matters?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that if the Patriarch can't handle the family affairs properly, then he should abdicate and give up his position! The Yang family is filled with talented people, so they don't lack you. "
Yang Liudao looked at Yang Yanzong with a smile that wasn't a smile.
"I heard that Yang Xiaojun was also imprisoned by you. Could it be that you want to push this matter onto him? Or, do you want to do something to me? I am. . . ! "
The unique pressure of a Great Luo Golden Immortal suddenly spread out from Yang Yanzong's body. Everyone in the hall, including the Third Grade Of Great Luo Golden Immortal guards, felt a strong impact on their chests, causing them to spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Under his pressure, all of Yang Liudao's palaces were turned into powder. Everything within a hundred thousand kilometers, including the immortal servants and fairies that Yang Liudao had brought with him, had their souls shattered.
Yang Liudao's neck was grabbed by Yang Yanzong. His killing intent was so real that it scared Yang Liudao out of his wits. Both of his hands grabbed the hand that Yang Yanzong was holding his neck with all his might. He was merely a Heaven Immortal and Ninth Grade. How could he possibly be a match for a Great Luo Golden Immortal?
Feeling the grip on his hand slowly tightening, Yang Liudao was so frightened that he let out a heart-wrenching howl.
"You dare to kill me?! I am the master of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor appointed by the Saint. You. . . You dare to kill me? "
Yang Yanzong looked at Yang Liudao coldly, then he shook his head sarcastically and said in a flat tone.
"The master of the Heavenly Court? Heavenly Emperor? Hehe, you are just a useless piece of trash. Do you know that Taoist Qiu is that Yang Qiu from the lower realm? A mere Mahayana Period warrior can make our Yang family suffer such a huge loss. I'll cut off a thousand Immortal Province from the Yang family, and then look at trash like you and Yang Xiaojun. Comparing yourself to Yang Qiu, you call yourself a genius of your family. Do you really think. . . So what if I kill you?"
Yang Liudao was so scared that he wet his pants. He could clearly feel Yang Yanzong's killing intent. At this moment, a voice was heard.
"Yan Zong, stop! Come here!"
Yang Yanzong was stunned. He threw Yang Liudao away in disgust and turned to leave.
"The clan is supporting you. You are the successor of the Heavenly Emperor. If the clan doesn't support you, you will be a pig. For a useless pig like you, killing you will be a dirty deed. "