Imperial Palace of Dali.
A dignified man in dragon robes sat at a sandalwood table. Opposite him was a slender old man.
"With your current strength, there should be no opponents in the world, right, Uncle Ancestor?" The dignified man was the current Emperor of Great Dali, and the slender old man sitting across from him was the ancestral elder of the Imperial Family, also the strongest, a martial arts master at the peak of the master realm.
"If not at the grandmaster level, what's the point of talking about having no opponents?" The slender old man shook his head, his tone without a hint of humility. Even among masters, there were differences in strength, and the slender old man undoubtedly stood at the pinnacle of the master realm.
In terms of inheritance, the martial arts legacies of the other major martial arts sects were also grandmaster-level inheritances.
However, the grandmaster legacy left by the Great Dynasty's grandmaster patriarch, too, had the greatest influence. After all, the patriarch had been alive just over a hundred years ago, and his reputation still held strong.
The numerous martial arts secrets left behind were not only stronger than the legacies of other grandmasters, but they were also more complete and perfect. Not to mention that the grandmaster patriarch personally visited other martial arts sects and transcribed all their martial arts, bringing them back.
Pooling the martial arts of the world, the foundation of the Great Dynasty far exceeded that of other martial arts sects.
"Master, Uncle Ancestor is just one step away from the grandmaster level, right?" The Emperor of Great Dali asked in a somewhat mysterious tone.
"One step away, but it's a world of difference" the slender old man sighed. The closer he got to the grandmaster level, the more he felt the despair and helplessness. This was based on the breakthrough insights left by the grandmaster patriarch.
Even with these insights, the slender old man didn't dare to think about reaching the grandmaster realm without any confidence in himself.
"But Your Majesty, rest assured. In this world today, if I can't break through to the grandmaster level, other masters won't be able to either." The slender old man spoke with great confidence.
Just as the Emperor of Great Dali was about to say something, terrifying sound waves descended, filling every inch of the air.
"I am Hui Zhen, a humble monk, and I wish to enter the martial arts hall of the imperial palace for observation."
"I am Hui Zhen, a humble monk, and I wish to enter the martial arts hall of the imperial palace for observation."
"I am Hui Zhen, a humble monk, and I wish to enter the martial arts hall of the imperial palace for observation."
The demonic sound infiltrated their ears, and the Emperor of Great Dali felt his eardrums trembling, with his vision starting to blur.
Compared to the Emperor of Great Dali, the nearby slender old man, who was already at the peak of the master realm, suffered even more miserably. The more powerful one's strength, the more sensitive to the sound waves, and the heavier the suppression.
"Ah, what kind of sonic skill is this?" The slender old man couldn't believe it. Just by sound, from an unknown distance, it made a master realm martial artist like himself lose the ability to resist.
Who could it be? Could it be a grandmaster? Even grandmasters as powerful as the grandmaster patriarch of the Great Dali Dynasty couldn't achieve such a level, right?
Outside the imperial palace.
Lin Yuan's gaze remained calm. Just now, he had used the Lion's Roar, a top-notch martial art of the Great Zen Temple, a sound-based martial art capable of terrifying and intimidating effects, causing people to feel frightened and disoriented.
However, this martial art was ineffective against postnatal peak individuals, as sound waves were less effective compared to physical attacks. But Lin Yuan's current strength was overwhelming, surpassing the mythical realm of grandmasters. With a single roar, even grandmasters would find it challenging to resist.
Of course, Lin Yuan didn't intend to cause permanent harm. Under the overwhelming sound waves of the Lion's Roar, those below the postnatal peak only felt their eardrums vibrating but suffered no other injuries.
As for those at the postnatal peak, innate peak, and master realm, the impact was heavier, but a month or two of recuperation would be enough. It wouldn't cause irreversible damage.
In the past, the grandmaster patriarch of the Great Dali Dynasty had forced the Great Zen Temple's monks to surrender their ultimate skills through absolute force. Now, Lin Yuan, outside the imperial palace, had turned the tables with a roar, making the imperial palace forces collapse. It could be considered settling an old score.
"Buddhist disciple, this, this, this."
The middle-aged monk standing beside him was now completely blank in his mind. Just moments ago, he was wondering why the monk found it troublesome and what he meant by "just say it directly." Now, witnessing the incredible scene before him, he understood.
"You see, I estimate we can go in shortly," Lin Yuan casually remarked, glancing back at the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk was still immersed in shock. Although he didn't know what had happened inside the imperial palace, the chaotic auras that emanated just now, even the aura of the masters, had fallen.
The middle-aged monk had a feeling that the defensive strength of the palace had reached its all-time low, and a mere group of postnatal martial artists could probably massacre them easily. Given the achievement of Lin Yuan's previous "roar," the monk had no doubt about Lin Yuan's statement that they would likely get in soon.
After a while, under the middle-aged monk's gaze, a dignified man in dragon robes and a slender old man walked out quickly. There were several figures following behind them. Although their auras were weak, their imposing presence during movement was far beyond what postnatal martial artists could compare to.
The Emperor of Great Dali emerged from the palace and soon noticed Lin Yuan, who stood there in a gray monk's robe.
"I have seen the Grandmaster" the Emperor of Great Dali said with a bitter heart, immediately bowing.
After the terror of sound waves in the Taiji Hall, the impact on the Emperor of Great Dali was not significant, and he quickly recovered.
The first thought that came to his mind was to escape. However, the slender old man beside him intercepted him. Being a master pinnacle realm expert, the slender old man was well aware that the strength behind the terrifying sound waves was beyond comparison, at least something that surpassed the Great Dali Patriarch over a hundred years ago.
Faced with such a powerful being, how could one escape? And where would they go?
Moreover, after observing the injuries suffered by the Emperor of Great Dali, the slender old man deduced that Lin Yuan might not have any malicious intent towards the Great Dali Imperial Family. Otherwise, with the terrifying sound waves, even a pinnacle master like himself would be severely injured.
In fact, facing such a powerful figure, how could one escape? And where could they go?
Instead, following the suggestion of the slender old man, the Emperor of Great Dali summoned up the courage to walk towards the source of the sound waves and reached the outside of the imperial palace.
"I am Hui Zhen, a humble monk, and I wish to enter the martial arts hall of the imperial palace for observation," Lin Yuan said, addressing the disheveled Emperor of Great Dali.
"This matter is simple. Grandmaster, please come in," the Emperor said, exhaling in relief. Simultaneously, he felt somewhat wronged. Why didn't the monk just say he wanted to enter the martial arts hall? Why make such a big disturbance?
Lin Yuan opened his mouth, but his gaze remained calm as he observed the situation.