"You've misunderstood, everyone. I didn't kill them," Fang Yun replied amiably.
The ancestors hesitated briefly. Fang Yun waved his hand and released some of the sages: some belonged to clans from the outside world, some were sages from Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain, and others belonged to Kunlun Clans that had not made enemies of him.
Shen Yun, the Three Saints of the Emperor Race, Ao Zhou, the Great Ming Saint, and others were among them.
"Your Majesty!" Ao Zhou cried excitedly, but the moment he saw the Imperial God Tree, he curled into a ball and trembled.
"This is..." The Three Saints of the Emperor Race were dumbstruck.
According to their race's legends, the Imperial God Tree belonged to the Emperor Race Tutor. Only when the Emperor Race Tutor awakened could anyone wield it.
Most members of the Emperor Race did not believe this, however. The Three Saints of the Emperor Race had come precisely to obtain the Imperial God Tree.
"This Fang Yun..." The Great Ming Saint and the other sages who had dealt with Fang Yun before could scarcely believe it. They had never expected him to grow to such a level.
Before Fang Yun could speak, Shen Yun suddenly transmitted his voice with all his strength.
"We mustn't fight! We mustn't fight! The venerable ancestors of Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain have issued a decree: do not fight Ancestor Fang, and let him leave!" Countless orbs of ancestral thought flew from Shen Yun's hands, most of them heading toward the leaders of their respective clans.
Some, however, still circled in the sky, giving off faint, mournful cries.
Shen Yun froze for a moment. Only then did he notice the enormous abyss ahead, where a great battle had clearly taken place.
He turned toward Fang Yun and asked in