"Aren't you two going? This is a true grand occasion..."
The Sun Cult Master's face was pale. Daoist Xuan Yi's distant strike earlier, coupled with the blow to his spirit now, had clearly left him in terrible condition.
Seeing that only Xu Yue and Nine Lives remained at the scene, he could not help but speak with self-mockery.
A grand occasion...
Yes, what did the hundred-day celebration of the young master of the mere Sun Ancient Religion amount to? In other people's eyes, it could not compare to the conflict about to erupt over there.
Even if the Sacred Body had stood up for the ancient religion, the sight before them had left everyone dispirited and bereft of enthusiasm.
The trump card they had hoped to rely on now seemed utterly laughable—a fleeting dream, too fragile to withstand a single blow!
Their former splendor had all been castles in the air!
"Haha, the Sixth Prince carrying a Saint Weapon hasn't arrived. These small fry aren't enough to threaten the Sacred Body."
Xu Yue laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned.
"I merely wish to find a teacher for your young master."
Xu Yue smiled at the Sun Cult Master and the expressionless elders beside him, wholly unmoved by the bleak atmosphere.
His words finally caused a flicker to appear in the Sun Cult Master's eyes.
"You?"
"No. I don't have that kind of patience. Someone else is more suitable..."
Bang!
Wielding the King's Weapon he had seized from Eighth Prince Golden Crow and controlling it with the Soldier Character Secret, Ye Fan truly charged in and out among the Golden Crow Clan's experts as if no one could stop him.
Even Daoist Xuan Yi, who was half a step into Dao Slaying, was beaten back and completely suppressed.
The spectators who had