Yang Chen laughed coldly. "King Wu Ye, are you saying I should simply let you do these things to the Three Flowers Sect?"
"You seem to have a grudge against King Yueyin. There is no reason for you to meddle in the Three Flowers Sect's affairs." King Wu Ye's nerves tightened.
Yang Chen stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Linghua Heavenly Venerate and Nightingale Heavenly Venerate are both my friends."
At those words, King Wu Ye shuddered all over. Though fury burned in his heart, when he recalled Yang Chen's strength when he slew the Yunxiao Dharma King, coupled with the possibility that Yang Chen had ties to Taiyuan Palace, he had no reason, in either sentiment or logic, to provoke him now that he had returned for some unknown reason.
He was furious—furious that just as his plans were about to bear fruit, Yang Chen had suddenly leaped out.
Yet despite his fury, he had no other choice. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Fine, fine, fine, Yang Chen. I'll give you face today. We're leaving."
"Wait." Seeing King Wu Ye about to leave, Yang Chen said calmly, "I don't recall telling you that you could go."
King Wu Ye trembled all over and turned around. "Yang Chen, what do you mean!"
"What do I mean?" Yang Chen's domain had already spread out soundlessly.
Once the domain had spread, Yang Chen's expression suddenly turned cold.
"If I had not appeared here today, the Three Flowers Sect would likely have already been destroyed by you!"
Yang Chen's domain erupted abruptly, like the descent of heavenly might, instantly blanketing the entire Three Flowers Sacred District.
The instant an enormous Sacred District was covered by Yang Chen, every Kuotian Sect cultivator attempting to lay hands on the