Published: March 8, 2025
âSince you donât know, then die!â
Yue Lingxue let out a furious howl and kicked Lan Changge far away. In mid-air, he shattered into pieces, blood raining down like a torrential storm.
He bellowed in rage, âEveryone present today is implicated! If you canât hand over my disciple, none of you will survive! Not a single one!â
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of people from the Xiao Clan, Shi Family, and Li Family turned pale.
Damn it, they felt thoroughly deceived.
Everyone now understood that tonightâs events were entirely a huge misunderstanding, or rather, they had been seriously set up.
There was no âHoly Clan Elderâ at all tonight; it was merely the Lan Family kidnapping Yue Lingxue's disciple and framing the Ye Family! They just wanted to eliminate a rival.
But they had stumbled in blindly and confusedly. Now the situation was such that retreating was completely impossible!
Yue Lingxue was clearly half-mad at this point.
Who dared to move an inch?
Thinking of how their own families had ended up embroiled in this ridiculous mess that had nothing to do with them, creating bitter enmity and costing dozens of master lives, they couldnât help but feel tears of injustice.
What kind of situation was this?
Feng Yuru's light silhouette had swiftly circled Serene Emerald Lake and returned, shaking her head heavily, âNo!â
Yue Lingxueâs face darkened, feeling as if his chest might explode.
For over ten thousand years, had he and his wife ever endured such humiliation? To be toyed with like this! The very people who had deceived and framed him, and were now trying to continue using him, were the Lan Family, whom both he and his wife thought had a good relationship with them!
The blow to Fengyue was immense, simply unimaginable!
With his beloved disciple missing and unknown whereabouts, it triggered an explosive reaction from them.
âBoom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!â
Nine dull sounds echoed. Yue Lingxue had already flown back.
In those nine dull sounds, each major clan had lost one person! One had died, and it was a saint level eighth grade master!
Blood surged up into the sky. Everyoneâs faces were filled with fear, staring in horror at Yue Lingxue, who was clearly on a rampage!
He had actually begun a massacre like this.
Yue Lingxueâs expression was grim as he stood in the center of the arena, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent as he looked around. Coldly, he said, âI donât care whether you are innocent or not; since you are here today, then your purposes are clear. You merely want to use my disciple to coerce me and my wife, Yue Lingxue, thatâs all.â
Yue Lingxue spoke cruelly, âBut for over ten thousand years, we have never accepted any threats! From now on, every three breaths, if my disciple does not appear, then one of you from the nine great clans will die again! Until you are all wiped out! Once you are gone, I will settle accounts with each of you one by one!â
âAnd, it will be a complete destruction of the spirit! You all know, I never speak empty words.â Yue Lingxue paced, speaking lightly, âFor the first time in over ten thousand years, I am this angry. You have forced me into this position, which is quite rare! Indeed! Great skill! Great means! Great schemes! Great courage!â
With each statement, his tone grew heavier. By the end, his voice was thunderous, each word like a lightning strike.
One of the Supreme from the Xiao Clan gathered his courage to say, âMoon Sovereign, we truly were unaware of this matter; it is a misunderstanding, we originally came toâŚâ
Yue Lingxue ignored him, raising three fingers: âThree breaths of time, starting now. If my disciple appears, I will only pursue the mastermind. If she does not come out, donât blame me for being ruthless!â
He tilted his head back and shouted, âOne!!â
Lowering one finger.
Amid the crowd, a commotion erupted as someone involuntarily shouted, âWho took Fairy Wu away? Hurry and hand her over! Do you want to drag everyone down with you to death?â