Destroying the Lan Family and seizing the Mysterious Spirit Pearl—that was the true purpose of their trip.
Just as the situation had become tense, with swords drawn and battle on the verge of erupting—
two figures appeared in the middle of the scene without warning.
One was draped in a green robe. His aura was restrained, and his eyes were calm and utterly still.
It was Yang Lingtian.
The other had a tall, straight bearing, a resolute face, and eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
Divine light faintly flowed around him, while a powerful aura uncontrollably spilled from his body.
It was none other than Yang Dingtian.
Their appearance instantly drew everyone's attention.
A flicker of surprise flashed through the eyes of the Lan Family members, followed by worry.
As for Sun Hong and the other ancestors of the Four Great Families, their pupils abruptly contracted, and killing intent boiled over in an instant.
"It's you." Sun Hong's voice was shrill and grating, filled with spite and shock.
He glared fixedly at Yang Dingtian and Yang Lingtian, his fingers nearly poking them in the face.
"It was these two little bastards! They were the ones who took my Sun Family's Mysterious Spirit Pearl."
Sun Hong's voice echoed through the great formation's space, full of incitement.
"And you still dare show yourselves here? You really don't know whether you live or die."
Old Ancestor Zhao Chen gave a sinister laugh. "Heaven has a path, yet you refuse to take it. Hell has no door, yet you barge right in."
"Perfect. That saves us the trouble of searching for you."
A cruel smile appeared on the withered face of the Old Woman of the Skywave Tribe. "Capture them, extract their souls, and refine their spirits. Let's see whether they still dare act