Chu Wan'er's voice trembled slightly with anger. "Ye Xun... what kind of cultivation level is it now? What is the situation inside the Ye Clan?"
Xu Linfeng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "According to the Heavenly Void Palace messenger, His Highness Ye Xun survived the tenth tribulation of Tianzun three years ago and was officially promoted to the realm of Quasi Emperor."
"As for the internal details of the Ye Clan..." He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Don't say we are waiting, even all the imperial clans in Northern Region continents, no one knows about it. Since Ye Xun took charge of Young Emperor's Seal, Central Region hundred continents have been completely sealed off, and the heavens can only enter and exit."
"The 'messengers of heaven' walking in Three Thousand Dao Provinces now are all Heavenly Void Palace monks. Seeing Heavenly Void Palace is like seeing heaven - this is the consensus of all parties."
He paused and lowered his voice:
"Forty thousand years is enough for too many people to forget the past. Now when Ye Clan Imperial Son is mentioned... nine out of ten people only know Ye Xun."
"Presumptuous!!"
Chu Wan'er slapped the table and stood up, her pretty face flushed with extreme anger:
"Ye Xun was only Nine Calamities Heavenly Venerable back then, and it took him a full 40,000 years to become Quasi Emperor - with such qualifications, he is also qualified to be called Imperial Son?! He is also qualified to be in charge of Young Emperor's Seal?!"
"Wan'er."
Ye Xuan raised his hand and gently pressed her shoulders that were shaking with excitement.
His voice was calm, but it was like the turbulent undercurrent under the deep sea.
"There is indeed a chasm between Tianzun and Quasi Emperor. If you are not a direct descendant of Emperor Blood, it will be difficult to break through even if you practice hard for a hundred thousand years."
"Ye Xun's bloodline is inherently impure."
He slowly raised his eyes, and lightning loomed under his faceplate:
"Forty Thousand Years Jin Quasi Emperor... heh."
"It seems that my brother has found some kind of 'shortcut'."
Chu Wan'er was startled when he heard this. "My husband is saying... he used a secret method to forcibly purify his bloodline?!"
"Not important."
Ye Xuan stood up, his sleeves and robes flickered, and the candlelight in the hall swayed:
"Even if he has become Quasi Emperor."
"He is not worthy of sitting on the position of Young Emperor."
"At that time, I will personally tell him... what is the order of elders and young ones, and what is the distinction between direct descendants and concubines."
He turned around and looked at Xu Linfeng.
"Command, all combatable forces of Huanzhou must be assembled within three days, target Qinglinzhou."
"I want to completely wipe Zhu Teng Imperial Clan... from the Northern Region map before True Dragon Competition starts."
Xu Linfeng became energetic, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Yes!"
"Brother Ye Xuan."
Xu Linglong suddenly spoke softly, tapped his hand lightly in the void, and a three-dimensional array covering Huanzhou to Qinglinzhou appeared out of thin air.
In the picture, hundreds of twinkling light points are connected in series like stars, forming a secret and fast passage.
"In the past two years, I have used the power of Void Commerce to secretly build 370 teleportation arrays between the two places."
She raised her eyes, with a faint but firm light in her eyes.
"Although it is not as good as sister Ji Xueyao's void attainments... but it only takes half a day from here to Qinglin City."
Ye Xuan was stunned, and looked at Xu Linglong with unabashed admiration for the first time.
He knew that this girl was reserved and not good at competing for favor, but she always silently paved the way for him.
From the assistance in the secret realm to the current teleportation network... she is using her own way to carve irreplaceable traces in his heart bit by bit.
"Linglong."
He reached out and pinched her soft cheek gently, his voice gentle:
"Well done."
Xu Linglong's pretty face was slightly red, she lowered her eyes, but a hint of sweetness quietly rose at the corner of her lips:
"It's Linglong's great honor to be able to share Brother Ye Xuan's worries..."
"Let's go."
Ye Xuan said no more, held the two girls in hand, and stepped into the core teleportation array that had been prepared in the palace.
There was a sudden flash of light and the three figures disappeared.
Xu Linfeng looked at the empty center of the formation, took a deep breath, and his eyes ignited with blazing flames.
"Command to all parties, the survival of the Xu family must be fought here!"
Half a day later.
Qinglinzhou main city--Qinglin City.
This ancient city, once controlled by the Chu Clan for thousands of years, has now completely changed hands.
On the city wall, dark green Zhu Teng Imperial Flag is fluttering, and the city gate guards are all wearing Red Vine Armor, with their eyes as cold as eagles.
Representatives of large and small forces from Qinglinzhou and the surrounding areas gathered here. The seats were spread out like a fan, with a crowd of ten thousand people.
There are rivers of fine wine, mountains of spiritual fruits, music and dancing, and a lively and luxurious atmosphere.
However, everyone's eyes were focused on the cleared area in the center of the square.
"Today Imperial Son of the Zhuteng Clan came out of seclusion, and is very likely to break through and attack Tianzun!"
"And once you step into the realm of Heavenly Lord, Zhu Cang's ranking will definitely not be at the bottom!"
"It may even hit the top ten of True Dragon Ranking!"
At this moment, everyone was talking about it.
Now, everyone knows the existence of True Dragon Ranking, and Zhu Cang has always been ranked 50th, which is obviously a humiliation to the Zhu Teng Imperial Clan.
Otherwise, Zhu Cang would not choose to leave the country at this time.
As for the core members of the Zhu Teng Imperial Clan, there are more than 3,000 people in total, and the lowest level is earthly cultivation.
The leader was an old man in blood robes with a haggard face and an aura as deep as the sea.
He is the great elder Zhu Teng Imperial Clan, Zhu Ming, who is in the early stage of Tianzun cultivation.
At this moment, everyone is waiting for today's protagonist!
"Imperial Son is here!"
The master of ceremonies sang loudly.
From the sky, a red stream of light broke through the clouds and slowly fell on the high platform in the center of the square.
The light dispersed, revealing a heroic young man wearing a red-scaled battle robe.
He has a tall and straight figure, a stern face, his eyes are as narrow as knives, and there is a faint shadow of blood-colored vines flowing deep in the pupils.
The aura around him is as thick as a mountain, and he has suddenly reached the pinnacle of Half-step Heavenly Venerable. He is only one step away from entering the true realm of the Heavenly Lord!
Zhu Teng Imperial Clan Contemporary Imperial Son, Zhu Cang.
"Welcome Imperial Son out of seclusion!!"
On the square, thousands of people shouted in unison, the sound was like a wave.
Zhu Cang stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes indifferently swept over the guests below, and the corner of his mouth raised a look of disdain.
"I invite you all to come here today, firstly to have a drink together, and secondly..."
He suddenly looked up at the sky and opened his arms suddenly:
"Watch me break through!"
Boom!!
Half-step Heavenly Venerable's overwhelming pressure exploded without reservation, turning into a red beam of light that rose into the sky and penetrated the sky!
Above the sky, the situation changes suddenly!
Thick thunderclouds gathered and rolled at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering a radius of hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye!
Among the clouds, billions of thunder snakes swam around, emitting deafening roars. The aura of destruction pressed down like the sky, making many guests with lower cultivation levels in the square turn pale and almost want to kneel down!
"Imperial Son wants to... directly overcome the calamity and break the Tianzun here?!"
"What a spirit! What courage!"
"Such a thunder catastrophe... the Imperial Son bloodline is truly extraordinary!"
There was a surge of exclamations and adulation.
Zhu Teng Imperial Clan Everyone's faces were filled with red light, especially the great elder Zhu Ming, who stroked his beard and smiled:
"The stronger the thunder tribulation is, the purer Imperial Son Emperor Blood is and the greater the potential! After this tribulation, our clan Imperial Son will definitely be in the top ten of True Dragon Ranking!"
Zhu Cang stood under the thunderclouds, with red hair flying and boundless confidence in his eyes.
He has waited for this moment for too long.
After a hundred years of seclusion, refining three strains of Emperor Medicine and seven drops of ancestral true blood, he will eventually push his cultivation to the pinnacle of Half-step Heavenly Venerable.
Today, by going through the tribulation in public, I want to announce to all Northern Region that Zhu Teng Imperial Clan is also qualified to compete for the top!
"Come on!"
He roared loudly, soared into the sky, and took the initiative to face the rolling thunderclouds!
However.
Just when he was still thousands of feet away from the thundercloud.
Changes occur suddenly!
Boom!!
In the center of the thunder cloud, the first thunderbolt that was supposed to hit Zhu Cang did not fall.
On the contrary, the entire thundercloud began to rotate crazily, and finally turned into a giant thunder hand covering 30,000 feet!
The five fingers of the giant hand are like mountains holding up the sky, and the thunder patterns on the palm are intertwined like a star map, and every pattern flows with pure principles of destruction!
What's even more astonishing is that there is a dragon shadow faintly coiled in the giant hand, chanting, and the pressure it exudes... actually makes it difficult for all the monks below the Tianzun realm below to breathe, Divine Soul is about to burst!
"That's... Thunder Tribulation Transformation?!"
"How could Tianzun Jie have such a strange phenomenon?! Zhu Cang Imperial Son's talent is truly heaven-defying!"
"No, look above the thunderclouds!!"
Someone exclaimed.
Everyone looked at him in shock.
Behind the giant thunder hand, deep in the whirlpool of rolling thunder clouds, a figure faintly emerged!
The human figure was dressed in white and covered with dragon patterns Golden Armor. He stood in the center of the thunder sea with his hands behind his back, as if he were a god in charge of Heavenly Tribulation, overlooking all the living beings below.
And that giant thundering hand with a pressure of thirty thousand feet!
It was clearly sticking out from behind him, like a god reaching out to reach the sky, toward Zhu Cang...
Grab it!
"That's not Heavenly Tribulation!"
Zhu Ming's pupils shrank suddenly and he screamed sadly.
"That's a magical power. There is someone hiding in the thunder clouds who wants to kill Imperial Son!!!"
However, it's too late.
The five fingers of the giant thunder hand were closed together, like a cage between heaven and earth, and Zhu Cang was grasped into the palm of his hand, including the person and the protective aura around him!
"No!"
Zhu Cang's frightening roar came from his palm, but it only lasted for a moment.
Click!
The terrifying sound of bones exploding, flesh and blood cracking, and Divine Soul wailing, erupted from the cracks in Thunder's fingers and clearly reached the ears of everyone present!
The next moment.
The giant hand released.
A pool of blurred flesh and blood mixed with the broken red-scaled battle robe was scattered like rain.
Zhu Teng Imperial Clan Contemporary Imperial Son, Half-step Heavenly Venerable is the ultimate, Zhu Cang who wants to break the realm of heaven in public.
No bones remain.
Dead silence.
Deathly silence enveloped the entire Myriad Spirits Platform.
Thousands of people were feasting in complete silence.
All the guests froze on the spot, with the wine glasses in their hands falling to the ground and shattering without realizing it. They only stared blankly at the giant hand of thunder slowly dissipating in the sky, and behind the giant hand, the one step out of the thundercloud.
White-clothed Figure.
The face is covered with armor, and the eyes are as bright as lightning.
He was hanging in the void, looking down at the stunned Zhu Teng Imperial Clan crowd below. His voice was calm, but like ice, freezing Divine Soul.
"Imperial Son."
"Today, I will be removed."