"You!" The ancient figure was left speechless. Battle Ancestor's forcefulness had exceeded his expectations.
He had nearly forgotten that Battle Ancestor was not the Immortal Hall Lord. She would be bound by living beings and concerned for the safety of all under heaven, but Battle Ancestor would not care about such things!
No one understood the overall situation better than Battle Ancestor. To him, this was never a multiple-choice question.
He would save Nalan Lingxiao and Chen An. If he truly could not save them, he would decisively sacrifice them in exchange for an outcome more favorable to the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Of course, with Battle Ancestor's unyielding nature, he would never let them die for nothing. Avenging them was inevitable!
"If Nalan Lingxiao and Chen An die, Chaos Daoist Son, Ao Chuge, Gong Yue, and the rest of them will all be buried alongside those two!"
"Comparing hostages, does your Nine Profound Ancestral Domain have more than my Thirty-Three Heavens? And you dare threaten this old man!"
Battle Ancestor remained composed from beginning to end, as though everything lay within his grasp.
His words left the ancient figure utterly speechless.
Clearly, the ancient figure did not dare truly kill Nalan Lingxiao and Chen An—unless he no longer wished to save Chaos Daoist Son and the others.
If he did not want to save them, plenty of others did.
If he pushed Battle Ancestor too far here and Battle Ancestor simply tore up the tickets, the one left in a difficult position would be him.
Chaos Daoist Son, Ao Chuge, Gong Yue, Tao Butao, and the others all had powerful backers. How could those backers allow their successors to perish?
If he forced Battle Ancestor into tearing up the tickets, a crowd would likely come knocking on his door to demand