Ye Ling and Lingzi, who deemed themselves representatives of justice and guardians, were filled with rage.

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When times were tough, I didn’t see you; when all was peaceful, you started jumping out.

Bullying the strong and speaking as if you are the voice of reason—how the hell are you so amazing? Why don’t you show your might against others instead of only flexing your muscles at home? What kind of crap is that?

No matter how rich or powerful you are, I don’t give a damn. The world is vast; it won’t stop turning just because you’re missing, right?

Seeing the two elders so angry, Ye Ling couldn’t help but laugh. Tsk, tsk, look at you, at such an old age, and still so easily ignited.

"Rest assured, seniors, this ’Guardian Seal’ will definitely be meaningful. I won’t let you down," Ye Ling promised.

"If I say another word of discouragement or show any sign of backing down, I’ll cut off my own damn thing!" Ye Ling said through gritted teeth. Upon hearing this, the two elders were startled, muttering, "Goodness, why so ruthless?" and hurriedly wiped their sweat.

"Alright, alright. But be careful, Ye Ling. The people of Xuantian Palace might make a move,"

"After all, you’ve killed Fu Jiumo and Xuanling Zi. They won’t let it go easily. As for the mundane world, you can rest easy, they won’t stoop to lay hands there."

Ye Ling was taken aback. What did that mean? Seeing Ye Ling’s confusion, Lingzi gave a slight smile, "They, after all, see themselves as gods high above. Why would they conflict with mere mortals?"

Gods?

The word was dripping with sarcasm, and even Lingzi couldn’t help but sneer—a group of slightly stronger people daring to call themselves gods, really asking for divine retribution.

"Tsk, tsk, so that’s how it is. It seems these high and mighty old geezers still take their dignity seriously."

Ye Ling sneered disdainfully, and the two grandmasters nodded, "But just because they won’t attack the people in the mundane world doesn’t mean they won’t go after the three major families."

"Knowing the character of Xuantian Palace, they will definitely send someone first. That’s their usual practice—to ask you to commit suicide, to avoid implicating your whole family."

"If you do not agree, then their envoy will take action personally. And if you dare to resist and they can’t do anything about it, then the army of Xuantian Palace will come to kill."

Lingzi spoke slowly, and Ye Ling nodded. Was that not bad, after all, starting with courtesy before resorting to force?

Pah, directly asking someone to commit suicide, who the hell do you think you are, deciding life and death with a single sentence?

"Anyway, just be careful, Ye Ling. We two old fellows can’t help much; being able to protect ourselves is already good enough,"

"Yes, you’ll have to handle the future matters. We should also cultivate properly and let go of our worries. Let’s meet again if fate allows,"

Both grandmasters shook their heads, smiling. Their strength was already considerable—Transcendance Tribulation Stage practitioners, but here, in the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves, they still weren’t impressive enough.

This reignited the reckless spirit of their youth, the determination to be the strongest!

Lingzi and Lingzi left, and no one knew where they had gone. Only Ye Ling remained, sitting alone in the house, staring at the starry sky in a daze.

The next morning, the Martial World was shaken. All the elites and sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects fell in the battle outside the Shen Family, a horrifyingly brutal fight.

That battle, with its stench of blood still piercingly strong even now, made hearts tremble—a world-shaking battle in the Martial World that deterred everyone within.

Oh, the Xuanling Sect, a top existence in the Martial World that had never been shaken for so many years, was now greatly weakened.

The other Nine Great Sects, although their status paled in comparison to that of the Xuanling Sect, were titans of the Martial World. How could they just vanish like this?

To say they vanished without a fight would be inaccurate, but their fate was anticipated. Led by the three major sects, the powerful army had already launched their attack just as twilight began to fade.

Now, half of the Nine Great Sects had fallen, and among them, only the Xuanling Sect was still desperately resisting. The others could be counted as dead, fled, or wounded, with their dissolution almost a foregone conclusion.

The most terrifying among them was a beast resembling a lion, with a body spanning more than a dozen zhang, radiating fierce divine might. It devoured any Golden Core and Tribulation Transcending beings in groups with crunches, much like crunching on rice crusts.

Within just a single day, the swords of the three major families pointed across ten thousand miles, forcing all of the Nine Great Sects, including the Xuanling Sect, to bow their heads. The skies of the Martial World were permeated with the bloody stench that wafted from afar.

The slaughter, the naked slaughter, filled people with terror and quietly shifted their reverence to the three major families.

It was another night, and Ye Ling sat in his room, sketching out a terrifying energy with jade slips that contained the essence of heaven and earth. He was connecting them together, working on a Formation.

Ye Ling was leaving tomorrow, and at the very least, he needed to give the three major families some security to avoid unexpected events. If those shameless fellows from the Xuantian Palace suddenly made a move, it was only right to have some precautions in place.

At that moment, a shadowy figure appeared quietly within Ye Ling’s room, a man in his thirties dressed in a white robe, his hands clasped behind his back. His black hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were filled with an indifferent hue.

Ye Ling leapt to his feet, gripping the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand, warily observing the youth before him.

Anyone able to appear silently in his room was certainly no ordinary person. Judging by his aura, he was also a frightfully powerful Divine Infant Middle Stage practitioner.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Ye Ling’s face was stern, and there was already a hint of killing intent in his eyes. If this person claimed to be a friend, Ye Ling wouldn’t believe it for a second.

The man smiled, glanced at the Formation Ye Ling had crafted, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You’re actually a Formation Grandmaster? What a genius."

"Why the panic? I came here just to have a chat with you and, by the way, to see who dares to stir up trouble under the nose of the Xuantian Palace."

As he spoke, the man sat down casually, gesturing at Ye Ling, "Don’t just stand there. Sit down, quickly."

"Oh, right, for politeness’ sake, let me introduce myself. My surname is Tian, given name Di, Heavenly Emperor."

Ye Ling was stunned, Heavenly Emperor?

This man was quite arrogant to take such a name, truly a fearless ghost.

The Heavenly Emperor shrugged, "Can’t help it, I just love this name. My old man changed it several times, but I wasn’t satisfied. I’m a bit stubborn; please excuse me."

"Speak, what is it you want."

Ye Ling pointed the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand directly at the Heavenly Emperor, the tip pulsing as formidable Sword Qi thrummed.

The Heavenly Emperor shook his head, "Tsk tsk, what is it with you, do you have amnesia or something? Didn’t I just say I came to see who dares to compete with the Xuantian Palace?"

"Now that you’ve seen, would you please leave."

Ye Ling’s expression remained unchanged, and he poised the tip of his sword toward Heavenly Emperor, gesturing slightly. He didn’t recognize any Heavenly Emperor or Great Emperor and didn’t care to exchange many words.

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However, the Heavenly Emperor just laughed, "Tsk tsk, look at you, so hot-tempered. I just want to talk to you."

"And, incidentally, to see for myself what your strength is really like!"