The Guiyuan Upper Sect's Tenth Elder

Yao'er smiled sweetly, and the heavy atmosphere in the room seemed to vanish at once.

"Grand Elder, since you know this is a battle that concerns the future of the entire martial world, why are you stopping me from taking part?

"If the two elders truly lose, where could the rest of us possibly flee to?"

The Grand Elder sighed softly. This girl only understood one side of things, not the other. Although [Martial Aspect] experts seemed few across the entire world, there were still nearly a hundred of them.

He had made the situation sound grave, but in truth, there was no need to fear one or two [Bloodline Armaments] comparable to Martial Aspect experts.

Compared to that legendary item, the matter of the [Bloodline Armaments] did not seem so serious. The return of the two [Martial Aspect] elders might only be the beginning.

"Be good, Yao'er. Listen to Grandpa. For some time to come, Abyss Capital will be no less dangerous than a dragon's pool or tiger's den. Look at the leaders of the other eight branches. None of them are going, are they?"

Pressing a slender finger to her lips, Yao'er looked puzzled. "But Yao'er heard that those two from the Blazing Sun Gate and War God Hall have already set off. Apparently, the others are nearly ready as well."

The Demon Palace's Grand Elder's face darkened. "Who told you that? It's all false news. Aside from the organization formed by that madman from War God Hall, perhaps, how could the other families bear to send out their precious children?"

Suddenly, he recalled the rumor he had always scoffed at, and an uncertain, startled expression appeared on his face.

Could it be that the news that the item had restrictions was true?

*Whatever. What does it matter