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Chapter 1439: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree, Overestimating Its Own Strength!

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1439: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree, Overestimating Its Own Strength!

On the vast Skyland Continent, sprawling across an immense area, lie five great dynasties and countless smaller nations.

Behind each dynasty or nation stands an Immortal Cultivation Sect. For instance, the White Crane Immortal Sect supports the Tianlan Dynasty, while the Infinite Sword Sect stands behind the Iron Lion Dynasty, within whose territory the Blackstone Mountain Range is found.

The Winter Thunder Sect, not as powerful as the Infinite Sword Sect, is essentially a loyal subordinate. Despite this, it still wields considerable influence and has garnered a degree of fame throughout the Skyland Continent.

Whatever claims that young man made about marks and territorial rights were, without a doubt, complete fabrications.

The Nine Dragons Immortal Lotus present here was less than a hundred years old. If it had truly been marked as theirs, they would certainly have been aware of its presence. More importantly, this was a region infested with Demonic Beasts—Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in such areas belonged only to the strong who could claim them.

Their declarations were nothing more than a pretext to assert dominance and then resort to seizing it by any means necessary.

Carson Flores had toiled relentlessly to cultivate the Nine Dragons Immortal Lotus to maturity. How could he possibly hand it over?

The young man stared at Carson Flores with a sly smile and said, "But I think this Nine Dragons Immortal Lotus should be mine. Do you have a problem with that?"

Behind the young man, two elderly figures instantly spread out, forming a triangular encirclement around Carson, clearly intending to block any possible escape route.

Carson remained motionless, smiling faintly as he replied, "Is that so? What a coincidence—I believe it’s mine as well."

The young man’s smile instantly froze, his expression turning cold. "That depends on whether you have what it takes to claim it."

Carson showed no change in expression. "Are we resorting to outright robbery now?"

The young man burst into laughter. "If you had the sense to cooperate, I might share some of the benefits once I get the Nine Dragons Immortal Lotus. But since you refuse the easy way, don’t blame me for forcing your hand."

The White Crane Immortal Sect and the Infinite Sword Sect had always been rivals, as the competing forces behind their respective dynasties. Even if Carson declared his affiliation, his opponents would surely show no courtesy—perhaps they’d even go out of their way to provoke him.

A pointless verbal battle held no appeal for Carson. Rising into the air, he began preparing to use his Ground Shrinking Technique to leave the scene.

"Trying to run?"

The young man let out a cold chuckle. "Uncle Lei..."

At his words, an elderly man with white hair, hovering above, casually flicked his hand, scattering four Array Flags.

The flags instantly planted themselves atop the surrounding peaks. Their banners fluttered as radiant light shimmered, and in the blink of an eye, they linked together, sealing the space within entirely.

Suspended in midair, Carson furrowed his brows.

He had intended to leave directly and avoid confrontation, but now escape was no longer an option.

Given their proximity, using the Teleportation Gate of the Palace of Seven Beauties was clearly unsuitable under these circumstances.

If that’s the case, then let’s fight.

Turning to face the young man, Carson’s expression remained calm as he said, "If you insist on using force, bear the consequences."

As Carson’s gaze locked onto him, the young man suddenly felt an uneasy sensation creeping into his heart.

Why was this man so calm? Did he possess some hidden strength?

But how strong could someone so young truly be?

Winter Thunder Sect was backed by the Infinite Sword Sect, and on the Skyland Continent, there was no sect they feared—except for the northern Green Cloudy Valley. As the son of the Winter Thunder Sect Master, what was there to be afraid of?

Despite his confidence, Mathew Stein couldn’t completely suppress a faint tremor of anxiety, which irritated him. For a fleeting moment, he’d felt truly threatened.

Stomping his foot upon the back of the White Ape beneath him, Mathew shouted coldly, "William White, tear him apart!"

The 200-meter-tall White Ape let out a thunderous roar, crouched low, and then propelled itself into the air like a cannonball. Crossing the valley in an instant, it appeared directly overhead, swinging an enormous fist down toward Carson.

Carson took a single step forward, his figure vanishing on the spot. In the next moment, he reappeared beside the White Ape’s head.

Without hesitation, Carson swung his fist, delivering a clean and decisive punch to the side of the White Ape’s skull.

Compared to the colossal White Ape, which dwarfed him in size, Carson appeared as insignificant as a tiny figure clinging to the side of a 70-story building, punching its unyielding walls.

An ant shaking a mountain!

Although Mathew Stein found Carson’s mysterious movement technique somewhat surprising, he remained unconcerned. After all, the Array Flags had locked this space; until the formation was broken, no one could escape.

Watching Carson strike the White Ape with a mere punch, a mocking smile crept across Mathew’s face.

That White Ape was no ordinary beast; it was the Winter Thunder Sect’s guardian creature, a natural anomaly with unparalleled strength. Its power was equal to that of a Human Immortal Peak-level cultivator. Its coarse fur and rugged body rendered it nearly impervious to damage. Even Flying Swords struggled to leave a mark—what harm could a fist possibly do?

This kid was simply itching to scratch William White’s back.

Utterly overestimating himself!

When Carson’s fist connected with the side of the White Ape’s head, what seemed to be an unremarkable punch suddenly triggered a shocking reaction.

"Roar!"

The White Ape let out a deafening, blood-curdling scream. Its head twisted violently to the side as its mountainous body toppled sideways, crashing into the ground with a resounding quake.

Mathew Stein’s face filled with shock as he shouted, "William White!"

"Boom!"

Dust and debris erupted as the White Ape slammed into the earth. Struggling desperately to rise, it managed to lift its massive body halfway only to falter and collapse once more, thundering back into the ground.