"Stop."
Just as Yang Lingtian's palm was about to descend, Xuan Tianba's eyes suddenly shifted, and he barked coldly.
A gentle yet irresistible force appeared out of thin air, instantly wrapping around Yang Lingtian's palm and making it impossible for him to advance even an inch.
Xuan Tianba gave "Liu Ruyan" a deep look, his gaze complex and inscrutable.
There was scrutiny, suspicion, and even a trace of imperceptible loosening.
He said coldly, "I can judge right and wrong for myself. Stand aside."
"I will personally verify whether every word you just said is true."
Verify? What did he intend to verify? Was he going to search his soul?
Yang Lingtian's heart leaped into his throat.
If his soul were searched, he would have no choice but to resist.
When that happened, he might be exposed, and the plan would go up in smoke.
Xuan Tianba's gaze hardened, and the aura around him suddenly surged.
The terrifying pressure of the Divine Sect Realm swept across the entire valley like a collapsing mountain and a roaring sea.
A chilling glint flashed in his deep eyes, and the Great Dao Laws manifested.
"I want to see for myself exactly how the Holy Son died." His voice was low.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Yang Lingtian's heart, but his face still maintained just the right amount of grief and composure.
Xuan Tianba said no more. He abruptly raised both hands and formed an intricate, profound seal before his chest.
As the seal changed, an indescribably ancient aura spread through the air, as though it had connected with the river of time.
"Buzz—!"
The void trembled lightly and let out a deep hum.
The skin between Xuan Tianba's brows slowly split open, and a golden vertical eye abruptly opened.
There was no pupil within