Suppressing Aikun, Taking Control of the Illusionary Realm

Hearing that Zhang Yu even wanted to steal his words, Ying Aikun flew into a rage.

"Outrageous!"

Especially when he saw the Immortal Grotto-Heaven Zhang Yu had unleashed, only one thought remained in Ying Aikun's mind.

Mine!

This Grotto-Heaven should have been mine to begin with!

Surges of hatred flooded from his heart, but this hatred was not directed at Zhang Yu. It was directed at his ancestor, Ying Xintian. Since childhood, there had been one thing Ying Aikun had never understood.

"You old bastard! Why do you always do this? I just don't get it. Us descendants who have racked our brains and broken our backs for the clan's prosperity, who never spared ourselves, who fought and struggled everywhere against others... you ignore us."

"Yet you keep giving away the family's good things to those useless inferior livestock, those failed pieces of trash."

In Ying Aikun's eyes, Ying Xintian was simply Kunxu's number one prodigal son, the least immortal-like of all immortals.

"Wasn't it enough that you caused the entire clan to scatter, drove everyone into bankruptcy and left them penniless? Even in the end, you refused to pass your own Grotto-Heaven to your bloodline descendants?"

"Ying Xintian! Just how much do you hate your own bloodline? How much do you hate your own descendants?"

With a wild roar in his heart, Ying Aikun's body pierced through layer upon layer of Spatial Structure as he began flashing at high speed around Zhang Yu.

For a moment, it was as if he had transformed into countless incarnations, appearing in every direction around Zhang Yu.

"Old bastard, just watch carefully. Since you refused to give it to me, I'll take back what belongs to me myself!" In Ying Aikun's eyes, dealing with a cultivator like Zhang Yu, who had only just