Supreme Sword Exalt

As the five figures appeared, the remaining five domains’ local forces also revealed themselves. Among them were two or three Feather Transformation realm experts. They all stood far away, terrified that Liang Le would vent his anger on them.

At that moment, a gaunt old man at the Feather Transformation realm landed behind Liang Le. “Greetings, Young Master Liang.”

“You are...”

The young man from earlier lowered his head and bowed, quickly introducing the old man, “Young Master, this is my grandfather.”

Liang Le nodded. “Not bad. I never skimp on those who pledge loyalty to me. When we return to the Ancient Cang Realm, you’ll be handsomely rewarded!”

The old man and the young man exchanged a glance, overjoyed. “Thank you, Young Master!”

The old ancestor is wise!

As expected of my descendant!

Each praised the other in their heart, then settled in to watch the drama unfold.

At that moment, the five from the Central Dao Palace seemed to receive some command, their expressions shifting slightly.

Mo Li’s master was forlorn and strained. “From... today onward, we hereby strip... Mo Li of his status as Dao Child. The Central Dao Palace is no longer connected to him in any way!”

The other four sighed and vanished. In the distance, the crowd from the Central Dao Palace was completely stunned. But after the shock passed, aside from a few who felt regret, the majority became excited. Now that Mo Li is gone, this is our chance!

As Mo Li’s master sighed, Mo Li smiled at him. “Master, you should leave too.”

The old man glared at him, his tone helpless and somewhat angry. “If I’d known you had this kind of temperament back then, I never would have taken you as my disciple. Fine, fine... After all, we used to be master and disciple. I can’t possibly abandon you! I will stand with you through thick and thin. As for the Venerables, let them do as they will!”

Mo Li sighed softly. I dragged Master into this after all.

By now, the crowd had gradually pieced together the whole story. They found it baffling and somewhat disdainful. Why couldn’t they just play zither and dance?! Instead, they choose to play hard to get and throw their lives away!

Zuo Yang glanced at the Luoheng Holy Master and the others. “Holy Master, actually...”

The Luoheng Holy Master felt weary. “Ah, Zuo Yang, look, I’ve already risked my life for you. From now on, just stop running away, alright?”

He didn’t actually know Xue Yu and Zhao Mengyou well. If they crossed paths on ordinary days, he’d offer a little help without risking his life whatsoever. Still, knowing Zuo Yang’s nature, he knew the Holy Son would absolutely refuse to retreat. And if Zuo Yang wouldn’t retreat, neither would he.

Zuo Yang thought for a moment. “Okay! Holy Master, I was wrong before. I’ll forever remain a part of the Luoheng Holy Land.”

For some reason, though death seemed imminent, hearing those words still moved the Luoheng Holy Master. At last, my selfless sacrifice wasn’t in vain! Forget it, with those words from you, it was worth it!

As for Yan Qianjue and Fu Dahai, one put his daughter above all else, while the other had less than two years left to live. Neither felt much turmoil inside.

Xue Yu stepped out from behind the others, and bit her lip. “Wait... I can play the zither, but... this matter has nothing to do with them.”

Zhao Mengyou also stepped forward, clearly having reached the same decision as Xue Yu.

Liang Le raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

The old man behind him then produced a white jade seat.

Liang Le sat down slowly, looking at the two women with a smile. “What’s this? Weren’t you both so fiercely defiant just now? Now you’re willing? Well... what a shame, it’s too late! I hate ungrateful people the most. You want me to call this off? Sure! First, kneel. Beg and let me see how sincere you are.”

The two women trembled slightly.

Not far away, Xiao Yang frowned deeply. “Liang Le, killing is one thing, but why humiliate them like this?”

Hua Xing also couldn’t hold back. “He’s right! You’re going too far!”

Liang Le glanced at them. “So it’s you two now? What, you sympathize with them? Or have you taken a fancy to them? Are you even qualified to meddle in my affairs? Send your big brother and your senior brother to speak with me!”

Both men’s expressions darkened sharply. They were about to openly clash, but their guardians stopped them. Falling out with Shuofang City over such a trivial matter simply wasn’t worth it.

The young man from earlier looked at the trembling two women and said smugly, “Kneel! Young Master Liang is a peerless Heavenly Pride, a monster among men! You think you have the right to refuse?!”

Yun Fan finally couldn’t hold back anymore. “Bullshit! He’s not fit to be called a Heavenly Pride. My Brother Gu specializes in killing Heavenly Prides!”

Xiao Yang and Hua Xing were startled. Oh? The surname Gu specializes in killing Heavenly Prides. That sounds awfully familiar?

Xiao Yang was taken aback. “Young Brother, would that Brother Gu of yours... be named Gu Han?”

Yun Fan was stunned. “Huh? You know him?”

Xiao Yang and Hua Xing exchanged a glance and gasped. Oh no, oh no! Turns out these people are connected to God-Slayer Gu!

Xiao Yang gulped. “Young Brother, then you are...”

Yun Fan announced, “The Great Flame Empire’s Yun Fan. I’m Brother Gu’s—uh, let’s just say we’re very close!”

He simply couldn’t bring himself to say the words “lackey.”

Now, not just Xiao Yang and the others but everyone else was stunned too. Oh? The surname Yun?

The guardians who had visited the Great Flame Empire looked at Yun Fan. The more they looked, the more alarmed they became. They hadn’t noticed earlier but now, the resemblance grew stronger by the moment.

One person stared at Yun Fan. “Your surname is Yun, then Fellow Daoist Yun Zhan is...”

“My father!”

“And Yun Tian...”

“My uncle!”

A dignified Feather Transformation realm expert began to sweat. Suppressing his shock, he asked again, “Have you ever heard of one called Yun Qi...”

“That’s my great-uncle!”

Everyone shuddered in unison. Oh no! The alliance master’s grandson!

Yun Fan sensed something amiss and looked at Xiao Yang. “You seem to know my great-uncle?”

Xiao Yang smiled bitterly. Know him? That’s an understatement!

The others also felt a lingering dread. Although Yun Qi had been missing for ten thousand years, he still had many followers, every single one of which was a big shot among big shots. None of them dared offend such figures. If those people found out that they had nearly killed the alliance master’s grandson here today...

Upon thinking of this, the people behind Liang Le scattered by more than half. They came quickly and left even faster! In the blink of an eye, apart from that Ascension realm expert, only three or four Feather Transformation realm experts remained behind Liang Le. They were Shuofang City’s staunchest allies, the kind bound to share the same fate.

Xiao Yang lamented inwardly, Just as I thought, the blind sword god, the red-robed maiden, Brother Gu, the alliance master’s descendant... Every single person I’ve met is a big shot!

He and Hua Xing exchanged a glance, then looked at Liang Le, whose face had turned ashen. The alliance master’s grandson is manageable, at least. After all, he hasn’t actually made a move. But offending Brother Gu is a different story altogether! Just wait for the funeral banquet to begin!