"Refrain from killing? How ridiculous! What happened today was not something I, Luo Huangjun, started!"
"I truly didn't expect that their faction would even be able to mobilize an Elder Ancestor like you. They really do have some means!"
"The clan explicitly forbids the Ancestors of the Hidden Pavilion from interfering in family affairs. Does the Clan Master know about what Ancestor Canglin has done today? Do the other Hidden Pavilion Ancestors know?!"
Cold light flickered in Luo Huangjun's eyes. Not only did she show no intention of backing down, she instead questioned him outright.
Although the old man before her possessed cultivation that reached the heavens and surpassed the earth, standing above the Eighth Heaven and being one of the few remaining ancestors of the Luo Clan…
But Luo Huangjun—how could she be compared to ordinary Eighth Heaven cultivators?
If a real fight broke out, within the Taihuang Sacred Land, she feared no one.
"That needn't concern you, Huangjun. Once today's matter is settled, this old man will naturally go and accept punishment."
A sharp glint flashed in Luo Canglin's turbid eyes.
"Now, hand over the Huanglong Seal."
"If my guess is correct, the one in the rear hall is your newly accepted disciple, yes? This old man is unwilling to bully the weak with power… Huangjun, you would be wise to be sensible…"
He spoke slowly, his tone calm. Yet with every sentence, Luo Huangjun's expression darkened further.
By the time he finished, the killing intent around her had almost solidified.
"You are courting death!"
The words Luo Huangjun uttered were filled with boundless murderous intent. That terrifying primordial aura of antiquity once again surged around her body.
Luo Canglin's heart skipped a beat. He felt an inexplicable pressure descend upon him.
"Luo Huangjun! With the Ancestor present, you are not free to run rampant! If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over the Huanglong Seal—otherwise, the life and death of that disciple of yours who is still cultivating cannot be guaranteed!"
"That's a Myriad Laws Sacred Body! If he dies without even knowing how, wouldn't that be a true pity?"
The gray-robed clan elder spoke with a sinister tone. A trace of blood still remained at the corner of his mouth, and the cold sneer on his face made him look ferocious and terrifying.
"Several old fossils, aren't you afraid the wind will be so strong it'll slice your tongues? I'd like to see what abilities you actually have to dare threaten the Holy Lord of my Taihuang!"
A lazy yet magnetic voice echoed through the scene. A crimson flash appeared, accompanied by a wave of scorching heat. In the next moment, an additional figure stood in the field.
It was none other than the Grand Elder of Taihuang Sacred Land—Dantai Jinglian.
She held aloft in her palm a small pagoda wreathed in red-golden flames. A blazing aura radiated from her entire body.
The sheer terror of her presence even made Luo Canglin, an ancestor-level figure, turn his gaze toward her.
"The Huangyan Pagoda! Dantai Jinglian! You demonic woman—you still dare appear before me?!"
Upon seeing her, the white-robed clan elder first showed shock, then his face twisted with rage.
"Oh? I was wondering who it was—so it's you, you old fossil? What, back then your blind-eyed son competed with me for the control of the Huangyan Pagoda and was accidentally burned into ashes by me. Have you come today to seek revenge?"
"I won't say I'm bullying the elderly—fight me beyond the heavens. I'll give you three moves. How about that?"
A malicious smile appeared on Dantai Jinglian's face. Red light blazed in her eyes as the scorching aura around her surged even higher.
The white-robed elder's old face turned nearly the color of pig liver.
Did he not want revenge?
Of course he did!
But back then, when Dantai Jinglian was merely at the peak of the Seventh Heaven, he already could not do anything to her.
Let alone now—when she had reached the Eighth Heaven and wielded the Huangyan Pagoda.
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.
From the rear hall of the Taihuang Palace not far away, starlight suddenly spread out in all directions, rolling up a violent storm of spiritual energy!
"Hmm?"
Everyone present froze for a moment and turned their gazes toward the source of the disturbance.
Luo Huangjun's eyes sharpened. After sensing for a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face.
"So rich a concentration of stellar power—this should be the aperture-refining method that my nephew cultivates?"
Dantai Jinglian spoke as she glanced at Luo Huangjun.
The latter gently nodded in response.