Central Sacred Palace!
The city was as prosperous as ever. Sacred Guards patrolled the palace, and everything carried on as usual.
Suddenly!
A booming drumbeat rang through Central Sacred Palace. The Sacred Guards looked up at the sky, their faces alert.
Ye Bantian flew out as well, his eyes grave.
He had long since received word that a deva had descended to the mortal world and was asking everywhere about the whereabouts of Ancient Martial Artists.
During their battle with Hun Mie Xian, every Ancient Martial Artist's identity had been exposed.
The deva had probably come for him!
He had known for years that devas slaughtered Ancient Martial Artists. In his youth, he had seen one do it with his own eyes. He had hidden in cow dung, not daring to draw a breath.
Now that day had finally come for him!
Sure enough, golden light gathered, and the Golden Robe Elder appeared.
The enormous golden barrier surrounding Central Sacred Palace came into view. The Golden Robe Elder caught it in his hand as though it were a sheet of cloth and tore it open in one pull.
The vast palace-protecting array collapsed in an instant, offering less resistance than thin paper.
The Golden Robe Elder descended slowly. He swept an indifferent gaze around him and asked, "Who is Ye Bantian?"
"I am!"
Ye Bantian rose into the air, ready to die. But he would not throw his life away for nothing. Whatever happened, he would fight this deva!
"You are Ye Bantian?"
The Golden Robe Elder spoke again in an offhand tone. His voice was calm, yet it struck like thunder, leaving everyone's ears ringing.
"Your Majesty, don't!"
The Sacred Guards' faces darkened at the sight. They raised their weapons, ready to rush forward.
A deva had descended to