Great Li Palace.

Taiji Hall.

A dignified man clad in a dragon robe sat at a sandalwood table.

Opposite him was a thin elder.

"With Uncle Ancestor's current power, should there be no opponents left in the world?"

The dignified man was the current Emperor of Great Li, and seated across was the elder of the Great Li Royal Family, the most powerful martial expert, at the pinnacle of grandmaster level.

If not for this stabilizing pillar, the Great Li Dynasty might have struggled to rule the Four Seas and the Eight Wastelands with such ease.

"One cannot speak of having no opponents until reaching the level of a supreme grandmaster," the thin elder shook his head, yet his tone contained no false humility.

Even among grandmasters, there are distinctions of strength, and he undoubtedly stood at the peak of the grandmaster realm.

When it came to legacy, other major martial factions also had supreme grandmaster teachings, but the Great Li Dynasty's grandmaster ancestor had an unmatched influence.

Over a hundred years ago, the ancestor was still alive, and his fame remains undiminished, leaving behind countless martial arts secrets that, if not surpassing other supreme grandmaster heritages, were at least more complete.

Not to mention, the ancestor once personally visited other martial sects, bringing back all their martial arts by force.

With such a vast collection, the Great Li Dynasty's foundation far surpasses any martial great sect.

"Uncle Ancestor is indeed just one step away from being a supreme grandmaster, isn't he?" The Great Li Emperor spoke with a subtle tone.

"One step away might as well be worlds apart," the thin elder sighed, feeling more despair the closer he got to that supreme grandmaster realm.

Even with the former Great Li Ancestor’s insights into breaking through, without which the elder wouldn’t even consider it, he doubted his ability to cross that threshold.

"But rest assured, Your Majesty, if I cannot break through to supreme grandmaster, neither can any other grandmaster," his voice was solemn yet filled with immense confidence.

As the Great Li Emperor was about to speak, a terrifying sound wave descended, filling the air.

"This humble monk Huizhen wishes for a glance inside the palace's Martial Hall."

The demonic sound echoed in Emperor's ears, his vision blurring.

The thin elder beside him, even at the grandmaster pinnacle, suffered greatly.

The stronger one's power, the more sensitive they were to the sound waves, and thus more affected.

"What's this sound technique?!" The elder was incredulous.

With just a voice, from an unknown distance, he lost all ability to resist.

Who could achieve this? Could it be a supreme grandmaster? Even the powerful Great Li Ancestor couldn't do this.

Outside the palace, Lin Yuan's gaze was calm.

He had just used the Lion’s Roar, one of the Great Zen Temple's Seventy-Two Supreme Arts, to voice his intention of entering the Martial Hall.

The Lion’s Roar, a superior martial art and rare sound wave technique, could instill terror through its voice, causing hearts to tremble and guts to split.

However, this technique typically couldn’t affect innate realm martial experts.

Unlike fists or weapons, sound effects are not as potent.

Yet Lin Yuan's current strength was vastly superior, possessing mythical realm power beyond a supreme grandmaster.

A single roar might not shatter mountains and rivers, but it was difficult for any grandmaster to withstand.

Lin Yuan hadn’t unleashed the full force.

Under the overwhelming sound wave of the Lion’s Roar, those below the peak postnatal stage only felt their eardrums tremble without suffering further harm.

Those at the pinnacle of postnatal, innate, or grandmaster level suffered more but would recover in a couple of months without lasting damage.

Years ago, the Great Li Ancestor had visited the Great Zen Temple, forcing the monks to hand over their supreme skills by sheer might.

Now Lin Yuan stood outside the palace, his single roar overturning this fortified imperial complex in return.

"Venerable One, this…" the middle-aged monk beside him was dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, he wondered why Lin Yuan mentioned trouble and what “just say it” meant, only to witness this astonishing spectacle unfold.

"You see? We’ll probably be able to enter soon," Lin Yuan glanced back at the monk, speaking casually.

The monk was still immersed in shock.

He didn’t know what was happening inside the palace, but following Lin Yuan's roar, chaotic auras emerged, including the grandmaster’s even plummeting.

The monk felt that the palace’s defenses had dropped to an unprecedented low, such that even a simple group of innate martial artists could likely cause a massacre.

Under such circumstances, he didn’t doubt Lin Yuan’s words about entering soon.

With Lin Yuan's "roared out" achievement, entering the Martial Hall, or even the Emperor's harem, seemed merely a matter of uttering a single sentence.

Moments later, under the monk's watchful eyes, a dignified man in a dragon robe hurriedly emerged with a thin elder.

Several figures followed, their auras weak but exuding momentum far beyond innate levels.

The Great Li Emperor quickly spotted Lin Yuan in his gray monk robe and bitterly bent forward to greet him.

"Greetings, Master."

The Emperor, affected not too severely by the sound wave in the Taiji Hall and recovering fast, first considered fleeing.

Yet the thin elder stopped him, fully aware that one able to achieve such a feat with sound alone had strength surpassing the Great Li Ancestor.

How could one flee from such a powerful figure?

On the contrary, the elder observed the Emperor's minor injuries, deducing that Lin Yuan bore no lethal intent toward the royal family.

The frightening sound wave alone could have severely injured the grandmaster elder, making it improbable for the mundane emperor to be so lightly affected.

Thus, urged by the elder's counsel, the Emperor ventured bravely to the sound wave's source outside the palace.

"This humble monk Huizhen wishes for a glance inside the Martial Hall," said Lin Yuan as he saw the weary Emperor.

“That can be arranged. Please enter, Master.”

“Please enter, Master,” the Emperor sighed with slight relief, feeling somewhat wronged.

If you wanted to enter the Hall, why not mention it before, without causing such a big commotion?

(Chapter End)