The disciples on the front lines knew nothing of what had happened in the Ancestors' courtyard.
They were still quietly waiting for the Ancestors to act, slay King Yama, restore peace to all the disciples, and avenge the disciples and elders!
"Why has he suddenly gone so quiet?"
"That fellow is too tall. I can't see what he's writing in that book at all. A letter of surrender?"
"A letter of surrender? No matter how I look at those words, they look more like 'Book of Life and Death.'"
"Book of Life and Death? What does it do?"
The disciples had no clear notion of how formidable the Book of Life and Death was.
It seemed quite powerful.
But soon, their attention shifted when they caught sight of their patriarch, Lu Chengyi, flying toward them on a flying sword.
"Look! It's the patriarch! The patriarch is here!"
"Just the patriarch? Does he think he can deal with this enemy alone, without troubling the Ancestors?"
"Of course! Our patriarch is a peerless genius seen only once in a thousand years in Heavenly Derivation. With him here, he'll easily suppress that thing that's neither human nor ghost."
"Exactly. How could the Ancestors show themselves so casually? It would cheapen their standing."
Everyone scrambled madly to justify it.
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
"Greetings, Lord Patriarch!"
When the flying sword was less than half a meter above the ground, Lu Chengyi leaped off. Once his feet touched down, the disciples all bowed in greeting.
Lu Chengyi paid them no attention, his gaze fixed entirely on King Yama.
Whether in appearance or aura, he resembled those two black-and-white ghost officers from earlier-resembled them all too closely!
No, rather, he stood far above them.
Even from dozens of meters away, Lu Chengyi could distinctly feel the chill seeping