"Hand over the Merak Holy Son, and this old man will spare your lives."
At last, the quasi-emperor old dragon moved.
The Divine Mark Purple Gold Bell descended from above the Dragon Maiden's head into his hand. With a slight shake, an overwhelming pressure came pouring down, vast and mighty.
It was as if an ancient emperor had awakened, making the layers of divine formations tremble.
The quasi-emperor old dragon pressed in with an ultimate ancient emperor weapon, testing Merak.
If the human sacred land could hand over the heir to its lineage, that would naturally be best.
First kill the heir, then destroy Merak, crushing the great Dao Sect in one stroke.
Even if they refused, it was no great matter. At worst, he would waste a little more effort before killing them all.
As his words fell, the Merak divine land became utterly silent.
No way, no way—could someone really fall for such a simple scheme to sow discord?!
Besides, the Merak Holy Son held an extraordinary position, surpassing many Saint-level reserves. Below only the three giants, he managed all affairs within the sect and wielded tremendous authority.
There was no damned elder who could force him to "turn himself in" for the so-called greater good.
Surrounded by a large number of Merak higher-ups, Ye Fan slowly swept his gaze around, his expression exceedingly strange.
"Everyone, is anyone planning to hand me over in exchange for glory and riches?"
The sect elders all looked solemn. Not one of them dared make a sound.
Jin Xiao, the sect-protecting True Person, even dug at his ear. Thousands upon thousands of strands of immortal radiance spilled from his body, dazzling beyond compare, as he roared, "Old man, you must be dreaming!"
Boom!
The next moment, this great sage of the demon