“Nonsense!”
“Mu Zihua, do you know what nonsense you are talking about?”
The Queen of Wind’s words caused the whole hall to be shocked.
The Fist Emperor even shot up, directly shouting out in anger.
I had thought that the reunion of long-time friends would once again be a joyous one.
However, how could the Fist Emperor have imagined that the first thing this Queen of Wind did on her return was to seize power.
What was once the love of comradeship is now nothing more than a lust for profit.
Such an act naturally made the Fist King angry, and also made the Sword Saint and the others cold-hearted.
“What?”
“My disciple Chen Kyushu is at the helm of the Martial God Hall and commands the martial dao of Yanxia, are you not convinced?”
Empress Feng’s brow furrowed, and there was already more than a little coldness in her words.
“Mu Zihua!”
“Watch your words and actions!”
“Is that how you speak to us, with such an attitude?”
The Fist King grew even angrier, Mu Zihua’s attitude made him leap, and he only felt that his dignity had been trampled on.
The Sword Saint hurriedly interjected, “Zihua, I can understand your feelings.”
“After all, everyone wants their disciple, to become a dragon and a talent.”
“But Kyushu is ultimately too young, and this is not the time for him to hold his own.”
“When some more years pa*s and old Ye and us are both old, we will retire to the second line.”
“At that time, it will be the time when Wu Ya and Kyushu and the others will truly shine.”
“It’s still too early to say this now, after all.”
“Let’s give it some more years.”
And now that the Yanxia Martial Dao had just suffered a catastrophe, it was the time to unite.
No matter what, the Sword Saint still didn’t want the few of them to be at odds, over such matters.
“It is not necessary.”
“Just for now.”
“In the martial arts world, the strongest are the most important.”
“If you are not strong, you should step aside and give way.”
“Otherwise, you will be humiliating yourself.” Empress Mu Zihua was as cold as ice, but she did not give face to anyone at all.
Ye Qingtian could not help but faintly freeze.
He suddenly felt that the Empress of Wind in front of him had become unfamiliar.
No longer was it the little girl who had once chased after him and called him little brother Tian.
Nor was she the happy-go-lucky girl of the Martial God Hall who had a bright smile and a quirky spirit that made people like her.
Time, is it really that magical?
It can make a person look completely different.
“You…”
“Unbridled!”
“How dare you say that to Old Ye?”
“Have you forgotten who you owe your cultivation to?”
“Back then, if Old Ye hadn’t instructed you, how would you have entered the Seal Realm and been ranked in the Martial God Hall?”
“I didn’t expect that after not seeing you for more than ten years, you’ve become so mean and ungrateful!”
The Fist Emperor was furious, and only felt that this Mu Zihua had gone too far.
Among the five pillar states of Yan Xia, according to the ranking, Mu Zihua’s ranking was undoubtedly the lowest.
But now, the Queen of Wind had the audacity to say that she did not even put the War God in her eyes, let alone him, the Fist Emperor and the Sword Saint.
“Good!”
“Since you say strength is superior right?”
“Then today, I will try to see if this disciple of yours has the ability to ascend to the top of the Martial God Hall!”
The Fist Emperor shouted angrily, and then slammed down a heavy fist in anger at Chen Kyushu, who was sitting on top of a high seat.
Boom!
The powerful punch landed steadily on Chen Kyushu’s body.
However, Chen Kyushu’s figure was as motionless as a mountain.
“What?”
The Fist Emperor was instantly shocked, his pupils crinkling.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful Qi was released from Chen Kyushu’s body.
The Fist Emperor grunted, as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.
The whole man was then shaken out of the air!
His feet hit the ground and he retreated dozens of steps.
In the end, he even smashed the doors and windows of the Martial God Hall before he stopped his retreating form.
“Lone Castle, are you alright?”
Both the Sword Saint and Ye Qingtian were startled, and immediately went forward to a*sist them.
“Uncle Mo, thank you for your kindness.” On the high seat, Chen Kyushu clasped his fist and smiled.
The Fist Emperor undoubtedly felt a little embarra*sed and his old face reddened profusely.
He had fought with a junior, but had suffered a loss.
It undoubtedly made the Fist Emperor’s face very embarra*sed.
“It looks like the Wind Queen has found a disciple with good talent.”
“In that case, then I, the Sword Saint, will also come to teach the Wind Queen’s senior disciple.”
The Sword Saint’s pair of old eyes also narrowed at this moment.
To them, this scene today, no matter what that was going to be retrieved.
Otherwise, there would be no room for the three of them to speak in this Yanxia Martial Dao in the future.
Wouldn’t they really have to respect this youngster as their master?
However, just as the Sword Saint was about to strike his sword, Ye Qingtian stopped him.
“It’s just that.”
“The wave after the Yangtze River pushes the wave before it.”
“It’s time for us old guys to step down.”
“Good, Queen Wind, as you wish.”
“I, Ye Qingtian, voluntarily abdicate.”
“After today, I wish to serve your disciple, Chen Kyushu, as the Martial God Hall Hall Master.”
Ye Qingtian spoke in a deep voice.
The two on the side, the Fist Emperor and the Sword Saint, heard these words, and their eyes were sharpened!
“Old Ye, it can’t be…”
“You are the pillar of the nation, how can you abdicate?”
“Besides, this youngster is too young, how can he take up the great responsibility of the country?”
The Fist King and the Sword Saint both advised anxiously.
But Ye Qingtian, it seemed, had already made up his mind. No matter how much the Fist Emperor and Sword Saint tried to persuade him, they did not change their minds.
Even the War God had admitted it, so the Fist Emperor and the Sword Saint could do nothing but accept the fact that the Martial God Hall had changed hands and acknowledge the reality that Chen Kyushu was the head of the Martial God Hall.
After leaving the Yanshan Hall, the two Fist Emperors found Ye Qingtian.
“Old Ye, what exactly do you think?”
“How can you be so sketchy about who you are, putting the weight of the nation in the hands of a young man?”
“Simply confused!”
The Fist King accused angrily.
The Sword Saint was also extremely puzzled.
Only Ye Qingtian had a relaxed demeanour.
He stood at the top of Yan Mountain, looking at the clouds steaming in the distance and the pine forest looming in the background.
“Lone Castle, Old Xiao, it has been decades since we established this Martial God Hall, hasn’t it?”
“In this position, we have sat long enough.”
“It’s also time, for the youngsters to sit.” Ye Qingtian stood with his hands folded and smiled lightly.
“The Martial God Hall Master, the country’s martial leader, is not a child’s play?”
“That Chen Jiuzhou, at a glance, is a milquetoast, yellow-tongued child, what heavy responsibility can he carry?” The Fist Emperor said angrily.
“What about Ye Fan?” The War God suddenly asked rhetorically.
“Didn’t you all say the same thing back then when I recommended Ye Fan to enter the Martial God Hall?”
“But what happened?”
“In the battle of the Chu Gate, all the heroes and heroines of the whole world were defeated, those who died, those who were injured, and those who fled.”
“Even our Martial God Hall was trampled down by the Chu Sect!”
“It was Ye Fan, who held up the last backbone of Yanxia.”
“He performed a miracle that neither you nor I could have done!”
“He has achieved a feat that no one else in the world could do.”
“He too is a young junior, he too has no qualifications, yet he has done it, far better than us.”
The two of them, the Fist King and the Sword Saint, were suddenly much weaker.
But the Sword Saint still whispered, “How many demons like Ye Fan can there be in a hundred years?”
“Ye Fan might be able to hold his own, but this Chen Kyushu, I’m afraid, is nowhere near as good as Ye Fan.”
Ye Qingtian shook his head.
“Just now, you saw it too.”
“Although the Fist Emperor is injured, that punch he just threw had at least 70% of his peak strength.”
“But Chen Kyushu, however, was able to resist the Fist Emperor’s punch without any damage.”
“Such a skill, I am afraid that you and I are no match for it.”
“His talent is, most likely, comparable to Ye Fan’s.”
The Fist Emperor was silent.
The Sword Saint was also silent.
Although they did not want to admit it, what Ye Qingtian had said was indeed true in every sense.
“Sword Saint, Old Mo, this world, after all, belongs to the young.”
“I think it is also time, to hand over the country to them and let them make their mark.”
“Perhaps, it won’t take long for us, Yanxia, to produce another Chu Tianfan.”
“This time, it will be a Chu Tianfan that belongs to our Martial God Hall.” Ye Qingtian was full of expectations.
Ye Fan was certainly very strong, but he was ultimately outside the system and had formed his own faction, not at all in the establishment of the Martial God Hall, let alone being able to be used by the Martial God Hall.
But Chen Jiuzhu was different, he was a strong man with proper roots in the Martial God Hall, and could represent the orthodox martial dao of Yanxia to the outside world.