Chapter 1311: 1310: Old Xuluan, Regressing

Chapter 1311: Chapter 1310: Old Xuluan, Regressing

“What justice are you asking for?” Huang Xuequan inquired.

“The previous Palace Master was a friend of mine, and I happened to have some matters to discuss with him,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said.

“But I’ve heard he seems to have died; can Palace Lord Huang offer an explanation for this?”

Huang Xuequan’s expression slightly tensed as he turned to glance at Wu Zhaodi, finally understanding the cards he held.

“Senior, just state your terms directly,” Huang Xuequan said.

All parties involved were aware of the situation, pretending ignorance would be pointless.

“Were you the one who killed him?” Martial Spirit Ancestor chuckled.

“A life for a life, it’s a principle since ancient times. Is there really a need to state terms?”

Upon hearing these words, the atmosphere became instantly tense.

“Is Haotian Sect declaring war on us?” Huang Xuequan asked.

“Is this your personal intention, or the stance of Haotian Sect?”

“Judging by the scene, what do you think?” Martial Spirit Ancestor replied.

“If it’s war, then let it be war. You think I might be afraid of you?”

“It seems Haotian Sect came prepared,” Huang Xuequan said gravely.

“I don’t understand, what did those remnants promise you for you to be willing to pay such a price?”

Martial Spirit Ancestor claimed that he had a past with the former Palace Master, which Huang Xuequan obviously did not believe.

If Tianluan Immortal Palace were exterminated, the entire Southern Domain would be unsettled beyond imagination.

All Haotian Sect sought was an excuse to destroy them.

“Palace Lord Huang, I could spare Tianluan Immortal Palace, all you have to do is sacrifice yourself in front of me,” Martial Spirit Ancestor chuckled again.

“Since Haotian Sect is unwilling to give us a way to survive, there’s nothing more to discuss,” Huang Xuequan said in a low voice.

Choosing to strike first, the Blood Luan floated up in his hands.

This Blood Luan was even larger than the Blood Luan of Lu Zhian, and its form was more fierce.

When the Blood Luan appeared, a blood mist rose around it.

As if trying to enshroud Martial Spirit Ancestor.

“Boy, you haven’t reached sainthood, how can you battle me?” Martial Spirit Ancestor said disdainfully.

Though internally, he murmured to himself, thinking not everyone is as abnormal as Young Master Xu.

Martial Spirit Ancestor’s mighty palm descended, its powerful pressure sending Huang Xuequan flying.

The Blood Luan was also shattered inch by inch.

“Protect the Palace Master,” elders from Tianluan Immortal Palace shouted in response.

Yet their voices were drowned out amidst the cries of battle when Haotian Sect’s Spirit Ship approached, with countless figures leaping from it into the fray.

They couldn’t even take care of themselves.

“Yellow Spring Blood Path, Blood Luan’s monstrous allure,” Huang Xuequan shouted, filled with Malice Qi.

The Blood Luan’s blood turned purplish-red, strangely eerie, as a blood-red eye appeared in the firmament.

The eye opened and closed, inverting the world’s Yin and Yang.

The filthy Styx surrounded the Blood Luan, diving toward Martial Spirit Ancestor.

“Tiger form,” from behind Martial Spirit Ancestor, a beastly Divine Soul appeared, the tiger pounced directly.

Opening its bloodthirsty mouth, it devoured the Blood Luan.

“How can this be,” Huang Xuequan faltered, seemingly incredulous.

His ultimate move, so easily broken.

“Don’t be surprised, you must understand the gap between Profound Meaning and Principle,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said.

“But you won’t have time to learn, you can inquire in the Netherworld Realm after you die.”

Saying this, Martial Spirit Ancestor’s tiger roared and lunged at Huang Xuequan.

“No,” Huang Xuequan gasped, attempting to flee.

Yet the tiger’s speed was evidently faster, pinning Huang Xuequan to the ground and swallowing him.

Seeing that he might perish in the tiger’s maw, a cry of Tianluan suddenly pierced the air.

The tiger’s shadow was directly scattered.

“Martial Spirit Brother, long time no see, your power has grown so much,” a voice suddenly emerged.

A Tianluan soared to the sky, with an elderly man, his hair and beard all white, seated on its back.

The elder exuded Immortal Qi, appearing advanced in years, but his aura was unshakably firm.

As though a mountain of substance.

“Old Xuluan is the sole ancestor of our Tianluan Immortal Palace,” Grandpa Wang explained to Xu Zimei.

“Great Saint?” Xu Zimei asked.

Grandpa Wang nodded, saying, “This makes things tricky.”

“There’s nothing tricky about it; Haotian Sect did not come with just one Great Saint,” Xu Zimei chuckled.

His gaze fell to the center of the field, where Huang Xuequan seemed to have found his savior.

Shouting, “Ancestor, save me.”

“Be quiet for a moment,” Old Xuluan glanced at him, speaking softly.

Then, turning to Martial Spirit Ancestor, he chuckled, “The wind is strong today, Martial Spirit Brother. There seems to have never been conflict between Tianluan Immortal Palace and Haotian Sect.”

Martial Spirit Ancestor looked toward Wu Zhaodi, conveying an unmistakable message.

“I want to know why,” Old Xuluan asked.

He did not believe Wu Zhaodi had enough influence to engage Haotian Sect.

“Xuluan Brother, heed my advice, don’t interfere in this matter; it won’t lead to the extinction of your Tianluan Immortal Palace,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said.

“If today Martial Spirit Brother does not clarify matters, I fear I cannot allow you to act recklessly,” Old Xuluan shook his head.

“Xuluan, should you create trouble today, you’ll be slain alongside them,” barely had Old Xuluan finished speaking when Qi Haoran’s voice echoed.

Qi Haoran appeared bearing the Longsword alongside the Supreme Ancestor.

“Who are you?” Old Xuluan looked at Qi Haoran in puzzlement.

Due to Qi Haoran’s long seclusion, seldom appearing to the world, Old Xuluan was also perplexed.

“The First Swordsman from back then?”

Old Xuluan shook his head and chuckled, “You’ve truly honored Tianluan Immortal Palace, three Great Saints arriving together.”

“Xuluan, we’ve come this time for a reason beyond you, step aside now to prevent greater harm to Tianluan Immortal Palace,” Supreme Ancestor spoke.

Old Xuluan’s expression flickered, glancing at the three Great Saints before him, then at Huang Xuequan.

Ultimately, he heaved a deep sigh.

“Ancestor,” Huang Xuequan looked at Old Xuluan with a troubled expression.

Seeing Old Xuluan slowly retreating.

At this point, he could only prioritize the greater situation, combat was virtually impossible.

For battle would not win.

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimei said to Wu Zhaodi.

“You can choose whom to kill, they’re like lambs to the slaughter.”

Wu Zhaodi’s gaze held deep hatred, pointing at Huang Xuequan and the few Elder who had previously been most exuberant.

Huang Xuequan attempted to flee, but with three Great Saints present, they were all suppressed on the spot, unable to move.

“Xuluan, if the Palace Master is killed, I reckon Tianluan Immortal Palace will have to select a new Palace Master,” Martial Spirit Ancestor chuckled.

“This matter we’ll decide ourselves,” Old Xuluan said.

“Oh no, I actually have a suitable recommendation,” Martial Spirit Ancestor said.