Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1297: The Weight of Power

"The fact that you can continuously send powerful warriors here... it seems that passage is quite stable now. I’ve never been to a higher-dimensional universe before."

Xel’Markos and Xel’Anzeth’s faces changed dramatically.

If someone like him entered their universe, would there be any place left for them to survive?

"In a world ruled by the law of the jungle, I trust you understand this principle better than anyone. The weak have no right to exist. That’s the rule you believe in—so what is there to fear? If destruction is inevitable, it’s simply because you were too weak, unworthy of survival."

Kenny Lin tilted his head slightly, his gaze indifferent, as if he were a god presiding over the life and death of the universe.

His utter disregard for life resembled the cruelty the Solaryx themselves had once displayed.

But whereas their cruelty stemmed from arrogance and tyranny, he was more like the cold, impartial judgment of a true deity.

Seeing the aliens’ faces turn ashen, as if they had swallowed something foul, and their inability to utter a single rebuttal, the humans present finally felt a long-awaited sense of satisfaction.

They had suppressed this frustration in their hearts for two whole years.

Once trampled upon by the aliens, now the aliens were finally tasting that same humiliation.

"Today, you have only one choice—sit down and negotiate properly. However, the initiative is no longer in your hands. We make the rules now; you have no right to speak. Of course, you can also choose to resist," Kenny Lin’s lips curved slightly. "Personally, I’d prefer if you chose the latter."

Xel’Anzeth and Xel’Markos’ faces darkened.

Should they agree or not?

With their pride and status, how could they possibly accept such humiliating terms?

But their instincts told them that this man was not joking—he truly hoped they would choose to resist.

It was an instinct that came with being strong.

That same instinct had saved them from death countless times before.

But if they agreed, the humans would surely take advantage of the situation and suppress them further.

Seeing their hesitation, Kenny Lin suddenly smacked his forehead. "Oh, I almost forgot something."

Valen, who was still trembling with fear, was abruptly pulled into his grasp.

"Boy, my wife once said that when you’re in someone else’s territory, you follow their rules. Since you clearly didn’t take hr words seriously, you’ll have to face a little punishment. If you survive, I’ll let you go."

With that, Kenny Lin flung him into the air.

Valen lost control mid-air and instinctively reverted to his true form, a giant serpent.

At that moment, Kenny Lin’s spiritual energy transformed into streaks of black sword energy, piercing the massive serpent’s body faster than the speed of sound.

A horrific shriek tore through the sky as a rain of blood poured down.

In the blink of an eye, the black sword energy had nailed the serpent to the wall, causing a portion of the structure to cave in.

A second later, his massive form crashed to the ground—completely lifeless.

Everyone stared at Kenny Lin in terror.

He was a demon.

Everyone knew the key to killing a snake—strike at its seven-inch vital point.

He had claimed that if Valen survived, he would spare him, yet he had aimed directly for his weak spot, shattering it completely.

How could he possibly live after that?

It was no different from ripping out a human’s heart and crushing it—without a heart, survival was impossible.

The Scaldriths Clan was furious but they did not to say a word.

Never had they suffered such humiliation.

But even Lord Xel’Anzeth remained silent, so they could only lower their heads and pray that this man did not turn his gaze upon them.

Valen had been killed right in front of Xel’Anzeth—who knew who would be next?

This display of absolute power left the three alien royal clans too afraid to act rashly, especially the Umbrathari Clan, who had just lost one of their top warriors.

"Well, how did I do?" Kenny Lin turned around to Amalia, seeking praise.

The surrounding humans, upon hearing this, silently thought: he handled it perfectly.

"I didn’t even get a chance to speak; you took all the words right out of my mouth." Amalia shot him a glance.

"As your boyfriend, it’s my duty to make things easier for you. These people just needed a proper lesson. If you ask me, the most efficient way is to show them real power—no need for unnecessary back-and-forth," Kenny Lin replied with a smile.

Everyone had been too shocked by his sheer dominance to fully register what he had just said.

Now, as they processed the word "boyfriend," they all froze.

These two were a couple? Even Sharif and General Rafiq had never noticed.

Khalil had know it long time ago, but he had never dared to mention it.

Of all people, Kenny Lin was the last person he wanted to provoke—even if they had never explicitly told him to keep it a secret.

"Your Majesty, Crimson Snake Emperor, have your men clean up this place. Let’s move to another hall for discussions. No objections, I assume?" Kenny Lin turned to the Crimson Snake Emperor, whose expression was still slightly stunned.

The Crimson Snake Emperor snapped out of his daze, casting a complicated glance at them before nodding. "Naturally, no problem."

It was as if a farcical scene had finally reached its conclusion.

People resumed their tasks, the intense confrontation dissipating, yet the atmosphere remained markedly different.

The aliens, having lost their confidence, fell into utter silence, watching as Amalia and Kenny Lin followed the Crimson Snake Emperor away.

Sol’Rae and Ignis’Kai glanced at their elders, but the latter merely shook their heads lightly.

If they tried to escape now, who could guarantee that the enemy wouldn’t be even faster than them?

The chances of reaching the port safely, boarding their ships, and fleeing were nearly zero.

Thus, for the sake of their own lives, they had no choice but to endure for the time being.ƒreewebɳovel.com