Lu Shan said calmly, "There's still a quarter of an hour until noon. The time hasn't come yet, so what's the rush?"
“A quarter of an hour doesn’t seem like it can change anything,” Lin Yang hesitated for a moment, then said, “Besides, with the ancestor of the Cangyu Holy Land, Yang Zhifeng, there…”
Yang Zhifeng is not some insignificant figure like Yang Qiu or Yang Hao. He is a true figure standing at the pinnacle of the Desolate Heaven Domain. Even the Sword God Palace would have to respectfully greet him as "Greetings, sir."
Yang Zhifeng is dead.
Before Lin Yang could finish speaking, Lu Shan's voice came out calmly.
"Dead..."
Lin Yang was taken aback.
Immediately, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.
"How is that possible? Yang Zhifeng is a Saint-level martial artist, only one step away from becoming a Saint King..."
"Am I lying?"
Lu Shan's tone became stern.
Under the pressure, Lin Yang had no choice but to nod and say, "Even so, the foundation of the Cangyu Holy Land is still there, and it's still somewhat different from what you described, so you see..."
"So you mean you still want your Heavenly Saint Sword back?"
When Lu Shan spoke, his tone deliberately sounded gloomy.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang didn't dare to breathe.
"I……"
He stammered and couldn't even finish a sentence.
"I'll give you some time. Go and see for yourself at the Cangyu Holy Land. If the Cangyu Holy Land is still there, then come here. At that time, the Wentian Tower will present the Heavenly Saint Sword with both hands."
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