Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

There was a cold light in the eyes of the King of Aolai Kingdom. In his eyes, Ye Qian'an was just an ant, and he could turn him into ashes with a wave of his sleeves.

How could Ye Qian'an not know what this person wanted to do, he immediately turned around, took out the jar of wine from the storage ring and started drinking from it in big gulps, the clear wine slid down the corners of his mouth.

Similarly, this action made the face of the King of Aolai Kingdom in front of him suddenly gloomy, because he actually saw the shadow of a disciple of Zuishen Sect on Ye Qian'an.

"What's your relationship with the Zuishen Sect?" The King of Aolai Kingdom showed anger in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of that person in Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an frowned. It seemed that the Aolai Kingdom and the Zuishen Sect really did not interfere with each other. Now looking at the look of the King of Aolai Kingdom, he must want to kill him the most.

The other party is at the saint level, while he is just a golden immortal cultivator. In the eyes of the saint, he is almost the same as an ant.

Even if he breaks through to the Golden Immortal realm, he will never be a match for a powerful saint. If they fight, he will surely die.

Ye Qian'an clenched the immortal sword in his hand and said, "Senior, I am just a casual cultivator in the mountains and have nothing to do with the Zuishen Sect."

"If you, senior, question my request for the Immortal Palace, I'm sorry I can't obey your order."

Ye Qian'an understood the importance of the Immortal Palace, and if this old guy knew that he had the two keys to open the Ancient Emperor's Cave, he would probably extract his soul and refine it himself.

The Lord of Aolai State snorted coldly, obviously not believing Ye Qian'an's words: "Humph, a wandering cultivator in the mountains? Do you think I am as easy to fool as a three-year-old child? The aura on you is exactly the same as that of the drunkards in the Zuishen Sect. Do you think that I have never dealt with anyone from the Zuishen Sect?"

After saying this, the saintly pressure on him was slowly released, like a towering mountain pressing down on Ye Qian'an. The surrounding space began to twist and deform, emitting bursts of wailing.

Ye Qian'an only felt his breathing stagnate, and his body seemed to be imprisoned and unable to move, but he knew in his heart that he must not show weakness at this moment.

He exerted his spiritual power, and the magic sword trembled slightly, making a clear sword sound.

"Senior, everything I said is true. I am just a cultivator who likes to drink. I have nothing to do with the Drunken God Sect that you mentioned."

After hearing this, the mockery on the face of the King of Aolai became even stronger: "You like to drink? There are countless people who like to drink in this world, but how can you have such a charm and have nothing to do with the Drunken God Sect? Don't quibble. If you know what's good for you, hand over the magic weapons in the Immortal Mansion and the Ancient Emperor's Cave Mansion, maybe I can keep your body intact."

Ye Qian'an cried out in his heart. He knew very well that today's test would be difficult, but he still responded with a stiff upper lip: "Senior, I really have nothing to give. If you force me like this, I will not yield even if I die."

At this moment, Ye Qian'an's thoughts were racing, trying to find a chance of survival in this desperate situation. At the same time, he took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which had already reached the Mahayana stage, and used the power of the heavenly tribulation to fight against the saint.

The heavenly calamity brought about by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is extremely terrifying. Even the Golden Immortal would have to think twice before threatening him. I don't know if it can pose a threat to a saint.

Ye Qian'an waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner violently, and in an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the power of the heavenly calamity rolled towards the President of Aolai Kingdom like a raging wave.

Those thick thunderbolts seemed to tear the heaven and earth apart. The space shook and twisted under their ravages, making a terrifying howling sound.

"This Ten Thousand Souls Banner has already been perfected, but don't you know the power of a saint?" Upon seeing this, the King of Aolai Kingdom just smiled contemptuously. He slowly raised his palm, a faint blue light appeared in the palm of his hand, and he gently pushed it forward.

That seemingly random movement was like an eternal and immortal sacred mountain.

The thunder of the heavenly calamity came with a bang, colliding with the dark blue light, making a deafening noise. However, in just a moment, the thunder dissipated like foam. The tremendous power of the heavenly calamity brought by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was so easily defeated by him.

Ye Qian'an's face turned pale instantly, a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and his heart was filled with shock. He did not expect that the power of heavenly tribulation that he had placed high hopes on would be so vulnerable in front of a saint.

"Young man, it seems that I can only extract your soul to know whether you are a member of the Drunken God Sect."

Ye Qian'an danced his fingers quickly, and countless souls rushed towards the position of the king of Aolai Kingdom like a tide, and then immediately shattered the void and rushed away into the distance.

When the Lord of Aolai saw Ye Qian'an trying to escape, he shouted angrily, "Want to leave? Wishful thinking!" His holy power surged, and his body was as fast as lightning, and he chased into the void in an instant. Although Ye Qian'an gained a momentary advantage by using his soul to protect himself, the speed of the saint was far beyond imagination, and the powerful pressure followed him like a shadow, making his back cold.

In a panic, Ye Qian'an broke into a mysterious ancient ruins. The ruins were filled with strange forbidden power, flashing lights, and dangers lurking everywhere.

The King of Aolai hesitated for a moment, but still stepped in without hesitation.

Ye Qian'an knew very well that this place was just a place to temporarily delay the pursuit. He glanced around and found a hidden teleportation array.

Without thinking, he rushed towards the teleportation array and took out several precious spirit crystals and embedded them into the array.

Just as the teleportation array was about to start, the Lord of Aolai arrived and raised his hand to send out a fierce holy force. Ye Qian'an tried his best to resist, but was shocked to the point of spitting blood. Fortunately, the teleportation array started in time and his figure disappeared in the light.

The King of Aolai looked at the empty teleportation array with a terribly gloomy expression.

"A mere teleportation formation from the ancient times cannot withstand my attack. Junior, I am increasingly curious about what you have. It is actually able to withstand the attack of a saint. Interesting."

"If I hadn't been injured by the leader of the Drunken God Sect, how could I have let you escape!"

As Ye Qian'an traveled through the ancient teleportation array, he felt a strong sense of crisis. He clearly felt that a divine consciousness that was much larger than he could have imagined was sweeping towards him like a hurricane.

Feeling the vastness of this energy, Ye Qian'an was horrified. Seeing that the spiritual consciousness was about to devour him, Ye Qian'an's spiritual consciousness suddenly moved, turning into a thicker red lightning than ever before, and slammed towards the opponent.

Under the violent impact, the spiritual consciousness couldn't help but slow down. At this moment, a light appeared in front of him. Ye Qian'an rushed out of the light.

After he appeared, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and the Nascent Soul that had transformed into his clone in his body suddenly became wilful, as if it could collapse at any time. However, Ye Qian'an did not stop at all, and disappeared from the spot in an instant. When he appeared again, he was already a million miles away.

Then, he did not continue to escape, but raised his right hand, and a thin red thread was floating in his hand.

(End of this chapter)