Chapter 279 – The God Emperor of Deity Martial Alliance Is Here, Penglai and others, Come and Welcome Him!

Lu Yuan had the yacht slowly come to a stop, waiting as the speedboat approached.

There were only two people on the speedboat-one was dark-skinned and thin, in charge of driving, and the other was a crew-cut man in his forties.

Even though Lu Yuan and Liu Daoyuan were standing on the yacht’s deck, looking down from a high vantage point, the crew-cut man from Martial Saint Island always gave Lu Yuan the feeling that he was being looked down upon.

It was hard to imagine just how highly someone must think of themselves to create such an effect.

“You two should leave.”

Standing on the speedboat, the crew-cut man looked calmly at the pair and said, “Penglai does not welcome outsiders.”

“Didn’t you see the banner?” Lu Yuan turned to point at the Sky Water Stream martial arts banner on the yacht’s mast. He then pulled a gilded invitation from his pocket and tossed it toward the crew-cut man with a smile, saying, “And we have an invitation to the Martial Arts Conference.”

The invitation was something Lu Yuan had asked someone from Mosa to help get. Since Mosa’s people were also involved in the conference, obtaining an invitation was no problem.

Lu Yuan had imbued just the right amount of force into the gilded invitation, and the crew-cut man caught it steadily. However, without even looking at it, he casually crushed it into fine confetti and let it scatter into the sea breeze.

The crew-cut man shook his head mockingly and said, “We never look at invitations; we don’t have invitations.”

Lu Yuan’s eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

Beside him, Liu Daoyuan frowned and spoke up, “My Sky Water Stream’s martial arts banner is flying. Tell me why we aren’t allowed entry?

Did Cai Huazhang instruct you to do this? Tell him that Liu Daoyuan is here to see him.”

Liu Daoyuan enunciated each word clearly, “Hasn’t Cai Huazhang always wanted me dead? The thing he wants, I brought it with me. If he wants it, he can come and get it himself…”

The crew-cut man shook his head expressionlessly, “I’ve already said, Penglai does not welcome you. If you have a personal grudge against Grandmaster Cai, then go to the Sky Water Stream headquarters and yell about it. This is Penglai; it’s not a place where you can cause trouble.”

“You…”

A flash of malevolence crossed Liu Daoyuan’s face, and Lu Yuan, standing nearby, even heard the mechanical components within him activate.

Lu Yuan had never seen Old Liu so infuriated before and found it quite amusing.

Just then, the crew-cut man shifted his focus onto Lu Yuan and said, “I know you have another identity. But unfortunately, even that won’t help you here.

Today, neither of you will be entering Penglai’s gates, so leave quickly…”

With an indifferent expression, the crew-cut man continued, “If your boat isn’t turned around within ten minutes, don’t blame us for using force. I’ve said all I need to. Take care.”

After finishing his warning, the crew-cut man gave them both a cursory glance, then had the speedboat turn around and head back the way it came.

Lu Yuan stood there, startled for a moment after hearing the crew-cut man’s words.

After a pause, he turned to look at Liu Daoyuan, whose face had darkened to the color of a pot bottom, and exhaled slowly, saying, “Old Liu, it looks like our plan has changed.

Who would’ve thought that we, master and disciple of Sky Water Stream Crane Style, traveled all this way to Penglai only to be stopped at the door.”

Liu Daoyuan’s eyes were fixed on the departing speedboat, blue light flickering in his gaze. Through gritted teeth, he coldly said, “So what now? Turn around and go home?”

“Not quite.”

Lu Yuan shook his head with a smile.

He looked up at the Sky Water Stream martial arts banner fluttering in the wind on the yacht and said quietly, “Times have changed, Old Liu. They no longer recognize this banner; it’s lost its effect. Luckily… I have another banner…”

“Hmm?”

Liu Daoyuan frowned, looking at him in confusion.

Lu Yuan casually instructed over his shoulder, “Change the banner.”

In no time, a large and brand-new banner slowly rose from the mast, and the yacht began to move forward at full speed again.

The sea breeze blew, and the large banner unfurled, billowing in the wind.

On the pure golden banner was a prominent black sun emblem.

Liu Daoyuan’s pupils constricted as he saw the bold characters “Deity Martial” inscribed within the black sun emblem.

Shortly after, he heard Lu Yuan’s voice whispering in his ear, “No more pretending, I’m laying it all out now. Old Liu, in truth, I am The Contemporary Evil Emperor of the Evil Martial Alliance.

Rest assured, this time I’ll storm Penglai and ensure you ascend to the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader…”

“Eh?”

On the shimmering surface of the sea, a group of Rock-Smashing Style disciples were gradually approaching Martial Saint Island, led by a speedboat.

Suddenly, they noticed the luxurious five-story yacht flying the Sky Water Stream martial arts banner, which they had been admiring enviously, was now being blocked outside the island.

“The sect leader of Sky Water Stream is the President of the Martial Arts Association and a Grandmaster. How come their boat can’t enter the island?”

The disciples were bewildered and started discussing among themselves.

The silver-haired old man, who had been calm and composed the whole way, suddenly let out a cold laugh and said, “What Sky Water Stream boat? This is clearly a fake.”

“What?”

“Master, you must be joking…”

“When have I ever joked with you?”

The silver-haired old man glanced at the distant yacht and said indifferently, “I’ve already communicated with President Cai and confirmed that the real Sky Water Stream people arrived on the island two days ago.

This boat, flying the Sky Water Stream banner to deceive people, trying to blend in and sneak onto the island, is laughable…”

As he spoke, the silver-haired old man took the opportunity to impart some wisdom.

“I’ve always taught you that you need to be strong to truly succeed.

No matter what, the most important thing is your own strength.

No matter how flashy something looks, it’s useless if it lacks substance. Once exposed, it will be revealed for what it really is.

Just like that yacht…”

The silver-haired old man pointed to the distant yacht and continued, “A five-story luxury yacht may look impressive, but in the end, it can’t even enter the gate.

Yes, our boat is small and shabby, but with the reputation of Rock-Smashing Style behind us, who dares to stop us?”

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint proud smile appeared on his face.

The disciples, while finding the situation hard to believe, couldn’t help but agree with their teacher’s words. They nodded thoughtfully, each lost in their own reflections.

The silver-haired old man, satisfied with their reaction, casually instructed, “Alright, gather your belongings and get ready to disembark.”

“Yes, Master.”

As the disciples acknowledged him and prepared to pass through the semi-transparent light shield surrounding the island, a crisp voice suddenly called out.

“Grandfather, look at that boat!”

Everyone turned to see a girl with an egg-shaped face, eyes wide open in shock and disbelief, pointing in a particular direction.

Following her gaze, they saw-

The five-story yacht that had just been blocked by Penglai’s emissaries was now charging full throttle toward the island.

It looked as though it intended to smash right through the light shield surrounding the island.

Furthermore, the flag hoisted on the yacht had been changed at some point.

It was now a grand black-golden banner.

When they saw the emblem on the banner, the previously composed silver-haired old man’s pupils contracted, his expression changing dramatically.

As if witnessing something incredibly unbelievable, he cried out in shock and amazement, “Deity Martial?!”

…

“Vroom, vroom-“

The speedboat’s engine hummed softly, cutting a long white trail across the sea as it headed for the island.

The crew-cut man standing on the speedboat looked at the rapidly approaching Protective light shield and said something to the thin, dark-skinned man piloting the boat. The pilot immediately slowed down.

The crew-cut man reached into his pocket, seemingly about to retrieve something to open a passage in the light shield before them.

Just then, the sound of a massive wave came from behind, accompanied by a shadow swiftly spreading across the sea surface.

The crew-cut man’s expression changed as he turned his head sharply.

He saw a white luxury yacht accelerating toward them.

“Are they crazy?!”

Momentarily taken aback, the crew-cut man laughed angrily.

He was about to take action but hesitated, then dropped his hand.

Gazing at the rapidly approaching yacht that was heading straight for the light shield, his face showed a sneer.

“Crash! Go ahead and crash! This protective light shield can withstand missiles; let’s see if your boat can put a dent in it… It’s impossible to reason with the damned. You two must be tired of living!”

The Crew-cut Man decided not to move, standing quietly on the speedboat, coldly watching as the yacht headed straight for the near Protective light shield.

The waves created by the yacht caused the speedboat beneath his feet to rock slightly, yet his expression remained unchanged.

As the yacht got closer to the Protective light shield, his indifferent eyes began to envision the scene that he expected to unfold.

Flames, explosions, a sinking yacht, an unscathed Protective light shield, the arrival of Penglai’s Grandmasters, and the ultimate demise of the two foolhardy individuals on board.

However, just as the yacht was less than a nautical mile away from the Protective light shield, suddenly…

“Boom!”

Two figures leaped from the white yacht.

One of them had a massive, towering body, over four meters high, covered entirely in fat.

Like a mountain of flesh soaring into the air, the figure let out a piercing laugh and extended two enormous hands, slamming them down onto the light shield.

“Boom!”

The semi-transparent Protective light shield, under this mighty impact, instantly became clearly visible, with countless ripples spreading across its surface.

The entire light shield quivered and shook violently.

The tremendous impact even affected the sea, causing waves to surge in a small area around them.

And that wasn’t the end of it.

The other figure that had leaped into the air was now surrounded by countless purple electric currents.

These currents rapidly concentrated in his hands, eventually forming a massive Purple Plasma Ball, which he then thrust forward with a cold shout.

The Purple Plasma Ball collided with the Protective light shield, resulting in a thunderous explosion.

Blinding light burst forth, and countless purple electrical currents scattered in all directions.

The Protective light shield, already severely shaken by the blows from the mountain of flesh, finally could not withstand the force and shattered completely under the assault of the Purple Plasma Ball.

A massive breach appeared before the Crew-cut Man’s eyes, revealing the picturesque, paradise-like Martial Saint Island of Penglai.

The five-story white yacht surged straight through the breach, barreling its way onto the beach.

Amidst the deafening noise of the yacht’s hull scraping against the sand, six more figures leapt from the yacht into the air.

Joining the two previous figures, they each exuded an indescribable and terrifying aura of evil energy.

The combined pressure of the eight figures intertwined, forming a colossal dark cloud that seemed to dim the very light of the sky above the beach.

At this moment, a giant black-golden carpet rose into the air from the yacht, unfurling.

It was quickly caught at each corner by the eight figures emitting the fearsome aura of evil energy and was slowly spread out.

Then, a shadowy figure with hawk-like wings flew into the sky, his voice chilling as he loudly proclaimed, “The Current God Emperor of the Deity Martial Alliance is here! Penglai and others, come forth to welcome him immediately!!!”