“You…are so outrageous!!”

Yang Tu was stunned for a moment, then he became angry and said: "My daughter is of such status, what's the point of kidnapping her?"

Zhao Panlong asked in return: "Then may I ask, what is the point of Qin Zi kidnapping your daughter?"

"he……"

Yang Tu was completely choked. He actually wanted to say something, but could he really say such a thing?

Zhao Panlong continued, "It is undeniable that your daughter is indeed very beautiful, but there are so many beautiful women in this world. In my Seven Martial Sect alone, there are several female disciples with extraordinary looks."

"I think... no matter how stupid Qin Zi is, he wouldn't risk his life to kidnap your daughter, right?"

Yang Tu was completely speechless. He held it in for a long time, then burst into anger and said, "Now the whole dynasty is saying that Qin Zi kidnapped my daughter. Shouldn't the Seven Martial Sect give me an explanation?"

"Lord Nan Wang, I know that the royal family is the ruler of the dynasty, but aren't you going too far by making such a fuss?"

Zhao Panlong's face turned slightly cold, and he said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Do you really think that tens of thousands of royal cavalry can crush the Seven Martial Sects?!"

boom!!

The next moment, a tremendous momentum rose from him into the sky, like a raging wave sweeping out, suppressing all directions.

"Bang!"

The golden chariot that the Southern King was riding on was torn into pieces, leaving only the base that was being pulled by the monster.

The Nirvana-level monsters that were pulling the carts were also oppressed by this aura and fell to their knees on the ground with all four hooves.

“Crack, crack, crack!”

Not only that, the entire army, tens of thousands of people, felt a heavy pressure coming down, their feet sank into the ground, and they almost knelt down.

The power of one person can overwhelm an entire army!

"Zhao Panlong, you are so outrageous!"

Yang Tu was shocked, and then completely furious. He roared towards the sky, and the aura around him soared into the sky.

Boom!

There seemed to be a pillar of light rising from his body, reaching the sky and the earth, with clouds swirling around it.

If Zhao Panlong's momentum is the raging sea, then Yang Tu is a reef in the sea, standing proudly. No matter how strong the wind and waves are, I will remain unmoved!

However, to be honest, this Lord King of the South is still a little weak in momentum and can only protect himself.

The entire army was still under pressure from Zhao Panlong. Even Zhao Panlong alone could slaughter the entire army!

"Lord Nan Wang, please go back. Before you can find evidence, don't mention this matter again. Although my Qiwu Sect is a small sect, we will not let our disciples be bullied."

Zhao Panlong said calmly.

Boom boom boom!

As soon as the words fell, powerful auras rose up into the sky from within the Seven Martial Sect, and the mighty power spread out.

That feeling is like thousands of mountains and valleys rising from the ground, one after another, majestic and spectacular, which makes people tremble.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Yang Tu's face changed slightly, and then he laughed in anger: "Seven Martial Sect, are you demonstrating to the royal family? If so, I will report this to the royal ancestral temple. I want to see who is the master of the dynasty!"

After saying that, he growled, "Retreat!"

The entire army seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then all the soldiers turned around in an orderly manner, and Yang Tu also turned over and rode on the back of a monster.

Prepare to retreat.

He did not bring out the old monsters from Prince Nan's Mansion this time, because he knew that even if they came, they would not be enough.

In fact, he had thought it through before he came. If the Seven Martial Sects took a tough stance and refused to give him face, he would have to ask the Royal Ancestral Hall for help.

His daughter was kidnapped, which concerns the reputation of the royal Yang family. I believe that the old guys in the royal ancestral hall will not sit idly by.

"Sect Master, this..."

The great elder Jia Tianhe showed a look of worry. If the royal ancestral hall really took action, it would be troublesome.

The royal ancestral temple is the Yang Family Ancestral Temple. When the Yang Family founded the country, they relied on the power of the Yang Family Ancestral Temple.

That was a force that was enough to sweep away the dynasty, and more than two thousand years had passed, so the power of the Yang Family Ancestral Hall should have grown a lot.

"Haha, we will fight back when an enemy comes."

Zhao Panlong smiled and shook his head, seemingly unconcerned about the sect's impending crisis.

"What if I can't stop it?"

Jia Tianhe asked with a frown.

"Then surrender?"

Panlong asked back, and seeing his face gradually become serious, he said in a deep voice: "When it is time to hold on, you can't retreat a single step. If you can't stop the town, dying in battle is also the fate of a soldier."

Upon hearing this, Jia Tianhe pursed his lips and said nothing.

He understands the truth.

In order to defend the spirit, one can indeed do anything at all costs, but how can one easily give up the sect's foundation of more than 3,000 years?

The sect was inherited from the ancestors and also borrowed from the descendants. Are they really qualified to perish together with the enemy?

There is no answer.

Just when the two of them, and even all the sect's top leaders were struggling and getting entangled in the struggle between heaven and earth, a voice rang out.

"Please stay, King Nan."

The sound was not very loud, but it had great penetrating power, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

The moving army formation stopped, and then the Southern King Yang Tu, who was riding on the back of a monster, turned his head and looked into the distance.

I saw a figure in white flying out from the Seven Martial Sect, standing in the sky, looking at him from a distance.

"Who are you?"

Yang Tu frowned and asked. This man was very handsome. He never had a good impression of people of the same age who were more handsome than him.

"Qin Chuan, Qin Zi's father."

Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"It's you!"

A sharp light flashed in Yang Tu's eyes, and then his body suddenly soared into the sky, like a dragon emerging from the sea, rushing towards Qin Chuan!

“Wow!”

A beam of light streaked across the sky, and a large amount of air exploded, causing a strong wind.

The next moment, a loud noise was heard in the sky, like thunder in a clear sky, and then a figure suddenly shot towards the ground.

"Bang--"

Like a meteorite falling to the ground, the ground broke into pieces and a large pit with a diameter of seven or eight meters was smashed out. In the pit, a man was kneeling on one knee.

It’s Yang Tu!

“Your Majesty!!”

“How is this possible?!

The generals of the Southern Palace cried out in surprise, and even the people of the Seven Martial Sects were horrified.

Yang Tu, who was at the third level of Tongtian Realm, was actually defeated. He was defeated in the first encounter and was directly crushed!

"Elder Qin Chuan, has he broken through to the Tongtian realm?"

"But even if he has broken through, he shouldn't be so strong. How can a person at the first level of Tongtian Realm fight against a person at the third level of Tongtian Realm?"

"Could it be that his foundation is solid because of his accumulated experience? But... he is still so young, and this breakthrough speed is already amazing. How deep can his accumulation be?"

"Monster, monster!"

The elders of the Seven Martial Sect were discussing the matter, while the disciples stared with their eyes wide open, confused and yet feeling awe-inspiring!

Listening to these discussions, Qin Chuan's mouth curled up slightly, because yesterday, he received a prompt from the system:

"Ding! Yang Tu, the Southern King of the third level of Tongtian Realm, has developed murderous intentions towards your son. Based on the principle that fatherly love is like a mountain and the father must win, your cultivation will be raised to the third level of Tongtian Realm, and you will be invincible in the same realm!"

This time, the system did not use a discount compensation method, but directly raised his cultivation to the third level of Tongtian Realm.

"Qin! Chuan!!"

At this time, Yang Tu in the pit slowly stood up. He raised his head with gritted teeth. His python robe fluttered in the wind and his long hair rustled, like a mad lion.

"Why is the Southern King so angry? Now is not the time to question them. We need to find them as soon as possible, otherwise the two children may be in danger."

Qin Chuan said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he frowned and asked.

"I am sure that Qin Zi should be with Princess Chu Yun, but it should not be a kidnapping. Instead, they are in danger together."

Qin Chuan said with a sigh.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Tu's aura weakened, and his doubts deepened.

"In fact, before Qin Zi went to Tianmu Mountain, I told him that if Princess Chu Yun was in danger, he should save her if possible."

Qin Chuan said truthfully.

"What a joke! I, the Nanwang Mansion, have never met you and have never had any contact with you. Why are you so concerned about my daughter?"

Yang Tu sneered.

Qin Chuan smiled nonchalantly, as if he had guessed that the other party would have such a reaction, and spoke calmly.

"I don't really have any dealings with the Nan Palace, and I've never tried to curry favor with them over the years, but your father and I were close friends back then. Strictly speaking, you should call me... Uncle."