A Plan to Remove the Firewood from Beneath the Cauldron

In the Red Luan Royal Hall, the wedding had taken an unexpected turn. A heavy atmosphere filled the air, so stifling that it was hard to breathe.

From his high seat, Red Luan Five Ancestors rose. An exceptionally powerful aura pressed down, startling heaven and shaking earth.

Within the hall, the demonic body stood still, his eyes utterly calm. Though surrounded by raging billows and towering waves, he remained as still and unfathomable as an abyss.

To one side, a gleam flashed through Ink Lord's eyes. He carefully sensed the aura within the man before him, then frowned after a moment.

This man was... Old Ninth!

"Give me one reason to leave your corpse intact," Red Luan Fourth Ancestor said coldly from his seat.

"No need."

As his words fell, a stream of light moved. In an instant of blinding brilliance, Sword Qi shook the heavens.

The speed allowed no time to react, and the sword intent was already at hand. Red Luan Fourth Ancestor's expression darkened as he turned his palm to meet the sword light. Vast true essence roared forth.

The stream of light moved again, evading the palm force. An instant later, it returned to the hall. The demonic body stopped and looked at Red Luan Fourth Ancestor on his seat. "With only this much skill, you dare speak so wildly? Is the Red Luan Royal Territory filled with hypocrites like you?"

Red Luan Fourth Ancestor's face darkened. He stepped forward, his immense palm strike coming to claim a life.

At that moment, Red Luan Second Ancestor, seated above, suddenly shuddered. Regaining his senses, he shouted, "Fourth, something has happened in the Divine Realm. Do not linger here—return at once!"

With that, the four figures before the seats flashed away and vanished from the great hall.

Hearing