The Grand Elder's face darkened. "Utter nonsense! Those words deserve death!"
Heaven was his witness: the moment Lin Xiaosu spoke, he had realized something was wrong and immediately moved to seal off the area. In theory, sealing a stretch of space to prevent sound from escaping was a trivial task for a mighty cultivator of his third mastery. But this place was different. The Spirit Cloud Heaven Ladder was the Spirit Race Ancestral Vine and carried their ancestors' aura. Even he could not seal it completely.
For some reason, the barrier he had barely managed to establish around the perimeter failed to contain this utterly forbidden subject.
This most taboo of topics had been openly aired when the Sacred Lake was at its most crowded. He could already foresee the tremendous shock it would send through the entire Spirit Ruins.
They were in deep trouble...
"Hahaha..." Lin Xiaosu threw back his head and laughed. "Those words deserve death? Who's going to kill me?"
"I am!" As those two words fell from the air, a figure pierced through space and descended before Lin Xiaosu.
His long hair streamed behind him.
He was handsome and debonair.
"Holy Son Du Ling! It's him!" someone cried out by the lake.
"It's him, and it could only be him!" another person shouted. "Who else could climb onto the eighth platform and execute this villain?"
"Exactly! That brat relies on the Demon Race's Heaven-Chaos Talisman to protect him, standing on the eighth platform and spouting whatever nonsense he pleases, thinking no one can bring him to justice. Little does he know that this forbidden zone is no forbidden zone at all to Holy Son Du Ling!"
On the platform, Lin Xiaosu stared at the handsome figure. "Du Ling, Holy Son of the Spirit Ruins?"
"That is