Facing Ling Yun's smile, Desert Eagle A Diao felt profound terror, having no choice but to blurt out everything about this place.
The ancient Haotian Sword Sect had actually been destroyed by Ling Yun single-handedly, yet those members of the Sword Sect had been killed by others rather than perishing at Ling Yun's hands.
Moreover, a massive formation remained throughout the ruins—the Haotian Formation.
The reason Ling Yun had been unable to use his divine abilities was that someone had accidentally triggered it; the Poison Domain, the Desert Domain, and the Ice Domain had all formed under the influence of the Haotian Formation.
In addition, other domains together constituted these sprawling ruins. Aside from the Eight Treasures Heavenly Emperor, there was another vengeful spirit within the ruins, who had also been a god that died in battle during ancient times: the Hurricane God.
He and the Eight Treasures Heavenly Emperor had already subjugated the vengeful spirits of the ruins, and all who refused to submit had already perished, which was why Ling Yun had not encountered a single vengeful spirit of the ancient Haotian Sword Sect here.
Desert Eagle A Diao said, "My Lord, Your Little One has finished answering. May I leave now?"
"Cough, cough... You must have misheard. I never said that once you spoke, you could leave!" Ling Yun said.
Beibei shook her head and said, "I can testify, the handsome uncle didn't say so."
Hearing this, Desert Eagle A Diao was filled with uncontainable fury, his eyes seeming to blaze with wrath as he stared straight at the two little ones.
A plan surfaced in his mind; as long as he seized one of them as a hostage, he should be able to leave smoothly.
"Lord Nine Netherworld Mire, spare me." Desert Eagle A Diao feigned