The Holy King Appears

"You only have a few years of life left. Aren't you going to save some for yourself?"

Ye Bantian asked.

"I should still have more than five years left. That's enough for me to cultivate to the Martial Emperor Realm!"

Lu Ren said calmly.

If it had been an ordinary martial artist, they would never dare claim that five years was enough to rise from the early Sixth Layer of the Origin Venerate Realm to the Martial Emperor Realm.

But Lu Ren had that confidence.

"Take them quickly. The situation outside doesn't look good!"

Lu Ren said.

"Fine. I owe you my life!"

After saying that, Ye Bantian swallowed all one hundred Longevity Pills in a single gulp. Without even waiting for his body to recover, he hurried toward the plaza.

Lu Ren followed after him as well.

At that moment, the plaza had already descended into chaos. Large numbers of Sacred Guards lay on the ground, turned into corpses, and blood flowed like a river.

Under the protection of more than a dozen ancestors, Yun Qingyao had retreated into the great hall.

"Yun Qingyao, don't think that having these ancestors protecting you means you can stop us. You've already reached the end of the road. Surrender is your best way out!"

Ye Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, high-spirited as he looked at Yun Qingyao with contempt.

Yun Qingyao did not look at Ye Zheng. Instead, she turned her gaze toward several elderly figures and said, "Ancestors of the Ye Family, are you truly going to stand by and watch our Ye Family fall apart?"

"Yun Qingyao, when Ye Bantian insisted during the family council that you become the Central Sacred Emperor, we opposed it. If not for his strength intimidating us, did you really think you