Under the watchful eyes of numerous sect disciples, Xia Yuxuan and Xia Yuyao were firmly bound.
Xia Yuxuan stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his slender and muscular figure accentuated by a black outfit. He exuded a calm and dignified aura that inspired awe.
Xia Yuyao had a graceful figure, wore a light purple dress, had skin as white as snow, and had long, jet-black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her face was exquisite, and she exuded a noble and elegant aura.
Seeing their defiant expressions, Yan Ling chuckled. He slowly walked up to them, looked down at them, and coldly said:
"Your father is quite good at hiding. It's a pity you didn't see his expression when your mother died in front of him. Tsk tsk."
“I’ll see how long he can hide this time. I don’t believe he can just watch his children die in front of him! Once he shows himself, that will be the end of him.”
Xia Yuxuan glared at Yan Ling and shouted angrily, "Yan Ling, you ingrate! Our royal family has treated you well, providing you with countless resources to help your sect grow stronger. Yet you turn around and persecute us. Where is your conscience?"
Xia Yuyao, standing to the side, gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment: "You villains will get your retribution sooner or later."
Yan Ling, however, was unconvinced and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
"Resources? Those are nothing more than handouts from your royal family to consolidate your rule. Now, it's time for this world to change hands."
He then waved his hand slightly, releasing a surge of powerful spiritual energy that left Xia Yuxuan and Xia Yuyao behind. He then gazed at the vast Wanren Mountain range, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:
"Xia Chaozong, I'd like to see if you can really hold back. If you can, then I, Yan Ling, will admit defeat today!"
"I'm giving you thirty breaths. If you don't show yourself by then, you can expect to collect the corpses of your children!"
The voice was like a resounding bell, echoing through the valleys of Wanren Mountain, each word seemingly carrying a heavy burden.
One breath, two breaths... thirty breaths!
Time passed quietly, but the surroundings remained silent, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the valley.
Yan Ling's face grew increasingly grim, his eyes fixed on every direction of Wanren Mountain, trying to spot Xia Chaozong's possible presence. However, apart from the occasional bird calls and beast roars, there was no other sound.
"Hmph, how heartless." Yan Ling laughed angrily, his face turning completely dark.
"Since you don't cherish this last chance, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ling slowly raised his hand, and a powerful spiritual energy surged in his palm, gradually forming a fiery red palm print.
A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Xia Yuxuan and Xia Yuyao.
"Let's start with you, little brat. I want to see if your father will appear when I crush her bones bit by bit."
Seeing this, Xia Yuxuan's eyes widened in anger, and he roared, "Yan Ling, if you have the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to attack a woman!"
"Shut up! Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
Yan Ling's eyes turned cold. With a flick of his wrist, a massive palm print of spiritual energy descended upon Xia Yuxuan, carrying terrifying power. Even before the palm print arrived, the powerful wind pressure caused the ground to crack layer by layer.
At this critical moment, a golden light streaked across the sky like a meteor and slammed into the palm print.
boom!
A powerful shockwave spread wildly in all directions, a gale arose, uprooting trees and creating countless deep cracks in the ground. The force of the impact caused the sect disciples present to lose their footing and retreat.
After the loud noise, the palm print vanished without a trace, and the light revealed itself.
Upon seeing this person, Xia Yuxuan and Xia Yuyao's faces lit up with joy, and they exclaimed in surprise:
"Brother!"
The newcomer was dressed in a golden armor robe, exuding a noble and extraordinary air, yet his eyes radiated a composure born from the trials of war.
"Yan Ling, if you want to harm my third brother and fifth sister, you'll have to ask me, Xia Shitong, for permission first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom several dozen feet tall appeared behind Xia Shi.
The phantom was covered in crimson fur that shimmered like flames, with flashes of blue lightning appearing from time to time on its fur. The lightning was like agile little snakes, weaving and darting among the crimson fur.
"The Fiery Thunder Leopard, ranked 150th on the list of all beasts! I never expected you to have such an opportunity."
A hint of jealousy flashed in Yan Ling's eyes, then he chuckled lightly, looking at Xia Shi, who was in no way inferior to him, and said calmly:
"Crown Prince Xia, you've bravely barged in all by yourself. But don't you think you can handle the four of us with your newly acquired late-stage Soul Contract Realm cultivation? Aren't you being a bit too naive?"
Xia Shi showed no fear, his eyes sweeping over Yan Ling and the others with sharp, piercing gazes, and he coldly snorted:
"Naive? So what if I'm fighting four against one? I, Xia Shi, have never been afraid of challenges, and besides, I never said I was alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight ripple came from the surroundings, and then, figures appeared like ghosts.
These people were all dressed in fine armor, with resolute eyes, and exuded an aura no less powerful than that of the sect disciples.
At the very front, an elderly man slowly descended, accompanied by an elegant woman and a kind-looking young man.
The elegant woman landed and, with a wave of her hand, freed Xia Yuxuan and Xia Yuyao from their restraints.
As soon as Xia Yuyao was freed, she immediately threw herself into the woman's arms, her eyes slightly red, and said, "Second Sister!"
Seeing this, Xia Qingwan's elegant eyes were filled with tenderness. She gently stroked Xia Yuyao's hair and softly comforted her:
"Don't be afraid, your second sister is here and won't let anyone hurt you."
She immediately turned to look at Xia Yuxuan, and only after confirming that he was alright did she feel a little relieved.
Yan Ling and the others' expressions changed considerably upon seeing the old man, their gazes darkening as they stared at him.
"Luo Xingyuan, does your Nine Luminaries Sect from the Eastern Region also want to get involved in this mess in the Central State?"
"Hehe, there's no other way. After all, they're in-laws. It wouldn't be right not to help."
Hearing his words, Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Xia Qingwan and the honest-looking man beside her. He immediately understood something and laughed angrily, "Good tricks! But you two are just late-stage Soul Contract Realm cultivators, and you're probably not qualified to say such things in front of me."
"Luo Xingyuan, now that you've chosen this path, it seems that after today, your Nine Luminaries Sect's thousand-year-old foundation will be destroyed in your hands."
As soon as the words were spoken, the situation on the field instantly became tense.
The three sect leaders behind Yan Ling also mobilized their spiritual energy. Different types of spiritual energy surged like a turbulent tide, and phantoms slowly appeared behind them.
Just as the situation was changing rapidly, a beam of light burst forth from the depths of Wanren Mountain, and as the light appeared, countless spiritual energies from heaven and earth converged upon it.
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