Outside the Ancestral Hall, the scene was already bustling. Not only were the Grandmaster Mansion disciples waiting, but Nangong Zheng, Wu Yuanqing, and the others were there as well.
At this moment, the remaining three Thunder Fire Eyes before the Ancestral Hall had been filled, and the gates of the ancestral shrine opened.
Ye Ziyang had not been idle these past days. He had personally filled the Thunder Fire Eyes.
"What, Qiuchi Kingdom is opening its Ancestral Hall, and you've all come to join the excitement too?"
One great figure after another from the Great Dao Divine Treasury was present, their Great Dao might bearing down upon everyone.
Liu Chengfeng was not the least bit intimidated. He stood proudly, sweeping his gaze over Yi Yuzhou, Ma Xian, Wu Yuanqing, and the rest.
The royal palace juniors who had accompanied him had their legs trembling beneath the crushing, boundless might of the Great Dao.
Su Youqian had seen no shortage of great figures from the Great Dao Divine Treasury, yet even he felt dread creeping into his heart, his scalp tingling.
If these Great Dao Divine Treasury experts made a move, they could crush every one of them to dust.
If the Empress of Qiuchi did not appear, even if the imperial family came out in full force, they would still be walking straight into death.
"With the treasured shrine opening, our hearts yearn for it. We merely wish to feast our eyes upon it. Little brother, are you afraid of us?"
Yi Yuzhou looked radiant and imposing, as though he had already forgotten that his disciple had been killed.
"Call me Prince Consort. Don't address me like we're brothers."
Liu Chengfeng looked down on Yi Yuzhou.
A chill flashed through Yi Yuzhou's eyes. Though he did not strike, his aura