Seven Star Island: The Patriarch's Contest

For a moment, wind and clouds churned, thunder rolled, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. The Ning Family disciples lifted their heads to look above, nervousness and excitement showing on their faces.

Of course, there were exceptions. The cultivators dressed in blue robes all looked unconcerned. Originally, they had belonged to the main line of the Eldest Branch, the strongest among the seven lines. Yet first the family head had died, and then Ning Wanshan had been imprisoned by the other side with thunderous methods. Though many Eldest Branch cultivators were dissatisfied, without a leader to oversee the overall situation, they naturally could not contend with the Second Branch and Third Branch for the position of family head.

In their fury, most Eldest Branch disciples had embraced the thought of sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight. If both sides fought until one or both perished, then their side would have hope of turning the tables.

Lin Xuan, however, raised his brows. He already viewed the Ning Family as something in his bag, so naturally he did not wish to see the Second Branch and Third Branch continue to wear each other down.

He flicked his finger, and a gray, hazy ball of light shot out.

It was a Sound Transmission Talisman, only it had been enhanced with a secret concealment art, so ordinary cultivators would not easily discover it. And the Ning Family disciples' attention was all fixed on the sky, so naturally even less would anyone notice the little trick he had played.

Rumble!

A black cloud several mu in size blocked out the sunlight. Mr. Ning Second stood proudly in the sky. With a shake of his sleeve, a pitch-black glow flew from within—it was a thick-backed chopping saber. On the blade, the patterns were strange,