Hand Over the Chair, and We'll Let Bygones Be Bygones

The Wu Clan.

Wu Xiao glanced into the distance and gently shook his head:

"Ever since the appearance of that imperial prince of the Liu Clan, the Misty Clear Realm has been in turmoil. The Thousand-Year Mystery is now beginning to show signs of unfolding."

Having said that, Wu Xiao stood up and looked at Wu Fa standing to the side:

"Come, follow me."

After saying this, the two left.

Liu Clan.

"Is Tianming still troubled by what happened before?"

Liu Xun appeared in the courtyard and asked Liu Tianming a question.

"Father."

Liu Tianming shook his head:

"Regarding the matter of Emperor Conferment Chair, I was indeed too trusting; otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xun stepped forward, patted Liu Tianming on the shoulder, and said:

"Tianming, listen to me."

As soon as Liu Tianming stopped speaking, he turned to look.

Just then, Liu Xun swiftly raised his hand from Liu Tianming's shoulder and slapped it horizontally towards Liu Tianming's neck.

Between her fingers, tiny needles pierced her neck.

Liu Tianming's neck suddenly tensed, his expression changed, and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"Father, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Tianming tilted his head to the side.

"Well."

Looking at Liu Tianming, Liu Xun sighed softly:

"It's Tianming, you can't blame your father."

"Given our current situation, remaining in the clan is definitely not the best option."

With that, Liu Xun hoisted Liu Tianming onto his shoulder, and then vanished in a flash.

Outside of the Liu Clan.

"These Liu Clan really have wrapped themselves up like rice dumplings."

Looking towards the location of the Liu Clan, Zhong Ming gently shook his head.

"We can't dig any deeper; we can only wait for an opportunity."

As he spoke, Zhong Ming looked around:

"Judging by the time, it should be soon."

As he spoke, Zhong Ming's expression suddenly changed, and his gaze fell on a certain spot.

"Hey, Long Yang, isn't this...?"

As he spoke, a jumble of things appeared in Zhong Ming's mind.

How did it get here?

Zhong Ming's face showed a hint of curiosity:

"Could it be that he knows something too?"

At this very moment, Long Yang was also hiding in the void, seemingly in sync with him, as if waiting for something.

Zhong Ming stared for a moment, then looked away, a smile appearing on his face:

"Good, random selection is good, random selection is good!"

After saying that, Zhong Ming continued to wait.

Half an hour later.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the distant sky, streaking towards them at an incredible speed, arriving outside the Liu Clan in the blink of an eye.

"So, the forces from the Mystic Yang Realm have indeed arrived?"

Upon seeing the information about the people who had arrived, Zhong Ming immediately perked up.

Along with them, the Liu Clan also rallied in spirit.

All the Liu Clan who went to the Emperor's Tomb recognized the several figures standing outside the Liu Clan compound.

"The powerful figures from the Mystic Yang Realm have actually come knocking on our door."

A member of the Liu Clan frowned:

"Do they really think this is still their Mystic Yang Realm's territory?"

Someone looked at the worried Liu Clan tribespeople and reassured them:

"Rest assured, the Misty Clear Realm is the home ground of my Liu Clan. How could we allow them to act so presumptuously!"

While the Liu Clan members reacted differently, the powerful figures from the Huang Clan and Zhu Clan outside the Liu Clan also had different reactions.

"Strange, the Shen Clan hasn't arrived yet?" A powerful figure asked with surprise.

"In the previous battle, the Shen Clan suffered the most severe losses, so they should be the most anxious about this matter."

After all, both families knew perfectly well what they wanted from their visit.

It was nothing more than that chair with its unique abilities, and the artifacts that the Shen Clan had taken away.

They've all arrived, but the Shen Clan, the owners of the lost property, haven't arrived yet.

"This is really suspicious. Could it be that the Shen Clan discovered something in the Emperor's Tomb?" someone speculated.

Given this situation, the reactions of both powerful parties were somewhat unfavorable.

If that's really the case, then their trip was not only a waste of their energy, but also a waste of their time!

Just as the atmosphere of speculation was growing stronger.

A voice came from behind:

"It was our Shen Clan that suffered a loss, but we never expected that your two families would be even more concerned than our Shen Clan."

The sound was full of yin and yang connotations.

Both sides' powerful figures turned to look and saw several powerful members of the Shen Clan rapidly approaching.

In an instant, the worries in everyone's hearts subsided somewhat.

It doesn't matter if I didn't get it; what matters most is that nobody got it.

"The Liu Clan tricked us with the story of the Emperor's Tomb, so how can you say that only your Shen Clan suffered a loss? We came here only to demand an explanation for our Mystic Yang Realm." A voice responded to the Shen Clan.

As soon as the words fell, the Shen Clan expert arrived nearby, glanced at the Liu Clan, and spoke:

"What, the mighty Liu Clan, are you just going to cower like a coward?"

"Stop your insolence!"

Within the Liu Clan, a cold snort rang out, and several figures stepped forward, looking at the group of the Mystic Yang Realm experts outside.

"This is Liu Clan territory; it's not for outsiders to run wild here!"

The resounding boom echoed throughout the region, instantly shaking countless members of the Liu Clan and stirring their hearts with excitement.

For a time, the Liu Clan actually had the upper hand in terms of momentum.

"Alright, alright."

Zhu Sheng gently shook his head, looked at the Liu Clan members, and said:

"We've already fought, and everyone knows whether we're evenly matched or not."

"Right now, let's cut back on bluster and save everyone's energy."

Zhu Sheng paused, then changed the subject:

"Hand over that chair, and the Zhu Clan will forgive and forget everything else."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the powerful members of the Huang Clan visibly darkened.

The three major powers of the Mystic Yang Realm gathered in front of the Liu Clan's gate. Judging from their posture, it could be said that they would not return until the Liu Clan was destroyed.

And now you're just offering to hand over the chair and let bygones be bygones?

This is clearly an attempt to leverage the power of the crowd to achieve one's own goals.

"Your Zhu Clan truly has lofty ambitions."

A powerful member of the Huang Clan snorted coldly, and the next moment he addressed the Liu Clan:

"Hand over that chair and the Shen Clan's Emperor Artifact to my Huang Clan, and not only will we forgive and forget what happened before, but today I will also guarantee the safety of your Shen Clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes of the Shen Clan members turned to him.

Even worse, some people were so angry that they burst out laughing on the spot.

"Fine, fine, so you Huang Clan aren't even bothering to pretend anymore, are you!"

"What?" A powerful member of the Huang Clan turned to look.

"If you're so capable, why don't your Shen Clan also forgive and forget the Liu Clan's past transgressions?"

"I..." The powerful figure from the Shen Clan was momentarily speechless, but finally, enraged, he drew his sword and slashed at the Liu Clan, shouting viciously:

"If any of my Shen Clan's artifacts suffer the slightest mishap, I will annihilate your Liu Clan!"

In a short time, all three parties expressed their opinions.

It can be said that their purpose in coming here was very clear.

It directly points to the Emperor Conferment Chair and artifacts of the Shen Clan.

All the Liu Clan members who went to the location of the Emperor's Tomb felt a sense of déjà vu.