Ch. 821 - I'll Take You Away

Upon hearing Baili Chengfeng’s words, everyone finally reacted.

All eyes turned to Gong Yun'er beside Xu Zimo.

Although Gong Yun'er had anticipated this outcome, her face was still pale.

The old ancestor had abandoned her, or rather, had no choice but to abandon her.

Otherwise, even they wouldn’t have been able to escape.

“Come with us,” Ancestor Yuelong stepped forward and said calmly.

Gong Yun'er remained silent. She could imagine what she was about to face.

“Is there something you can’t say here? Where are you taking her?” Xu Zimo glanced at Ancestor Yuelong. He said, “Since everyone is here, if you want to ask questions, let everyone hear the answers.”

“Holy Son Xu seems to be quite protective of this demoness,” Ancestor Yuelong said meaningfully. “I saw earlier that she didn’t have the heart to kill you.”

“Yes, I am protective of her. So what?” Xu Zimo countered.

“Holy Son Xu, this time the Otherworldly Zenith Palace has offended the entire Eastern Continent, including your True Martial Sacred Ground,” the ancestor said. “Are you planning to stand on the side of the demoness?”

“Do you not understand human speech?” Xu Zimo retorted. “I said, whatever questions you have, ask them here. Can’t you? Or are you deaf?”

“Let’s talk about your Otherworldly Zenith Palace then,” the Formation Demon interrupted, putting a stop to the argument and asking calmly.

Gong Yun'er glanced at Xu Zimo.

“Say what you know. I’m curious about Otherworldly Zenith Palace too,” Xu Zimo replied.

“Once you tell them, I’ll guarantee your safety. Just like I said before, you didn’t save me, you saved yourself.”

“Otherworldly Zenith Palace is located in the Heavensoar Region. The lineage’s strongest forces include five Immortal path ancestors,” Gong Yun'er said. “As for others, I doubt they’d catch your attention.”

“Who is your palace master?” the Formation Demon asked.

“I don’t know,” Gong Yun'er shook her head.

“You’re the young palace master, and you say you don’t know?” Ancestor Yuelong snorted coldly beside her.

His aura pressed down on Gong Yun'er.

“You’d better speak honestly to avoid suffering.”

“I really don’t know,” Gong Yun'er said, shaking her head.

“I was chosen at birth to be the young palace master of Otherworldly Zenith Palace. But in my memory, I’ve met the palace master very few times. And every time we met, we were separated by a curtain.”

“Who founded Otherworldly Zenith Palace?” the Formation Demon continued. “Where did those old ancestors come from?”

Gong Yun'er pointed toward the sky.

“Up there?” the Formation Demon was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly. “The Outer Heavenss, they want to interfere in our Primordial Heartlands.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” the Doomsday Scholar snorted coldly beside him.

“Since the Imperial Era, our Primordial Heartlands has flourished under Grand Emperor Zhen Wu. Countless have ascended. How could our predecessors allow them to descend upon our land?”

“And that is exactly why Otherworldly Zenith Palace exists,” Gong Yun'er replied. “Otherwise, why would they need us? They could have swept through you already.”

“Where did your ancestors come from?” the Formation Demon asked. “There are countless rogue cultivators in the world. Recruiting a few Immortals shouldn’t be too difficult.”

The Formation Demon frowned slightly. Indeed, once someone reached the Zenith Immortal Realm, progressing further was nearly impossible.

If they were to make connections with people from the Outer Heavens and gain their help, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for them to serve.

“What was your purpose in disrupting the Martial Heaven Tournament?” Ancestor Yuelong snorted.

“To control you,” Gong Yun'er said bluntly.

“Control us?” The crowd looked at each other, frowning.

“All of you here hold real power in your lineages. If we controlled you…” Gong Yun'er stopped speaking.

Everyone understood what she meant.

Their expressions changed drastically. The consequences were unthinkable.

The other side had wanted to take them all out in one move.

“Any more questions?” Gong Yun'er asked.

“That’s all for now,” the Formation Demon said, shaking his head with a deep frown.

“The Martial Heaven Tournament is basically over. If there’s nothing else, I’m taking her with me,” Xu Zimo said. “You’ve already asked everything you needed to.”

“She can’t leave,” Ancestor Yuelong said urgently.

“Who knows if what she said is true? Besides, no matter what, her crimes are unforgivable.”

“And?” Xu Zimo asked.

“I propose we temporarily detain her at our Baili Imperial Clan,” the ancestor said.

“And what if I take her by force?” Xu Zimo asked.

“Holy Son Xu, if you insist on standing with this demoness, then don’t blame me for being rude,” the ancestor said calmly.

His entire body was shrouded in surging immortal energy, pressing invisibly toward Xu Zimo.

“You think you can stop me?” Xu Zimo replied flatly.

He slowly drew Shadow Tyrant sword from his back.

“Let’s all talk calmly. No need to get angry over one demoness,” the Nine-Pill Ancestor said with a laugh from the side. “If you ask me, just lock her up in the Baili residence for now. After all, they’re hosting the tournament, they should have the final say.”

Xu Zimo glanced at the Nine-Pill Ancestor and chuckled softly.

The Shadow Tyrant in his hand erupted with a radiant blade aura, pointing forward.

“Stay behind me. Let’s see who dares stop me,” he said to Gong Yun'er.

“Holy Son Xu, you’re being too overbearing,” Baili Chengfeng said from the side.

“Even if your True Martial Sacred Ground is powerful, you shouldn’t challenge all of us like this. Are you looking down on all of our imperial lineages?”

“You’re good at creating momentum, using power to pressure me,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“This has nothing to do with the True Martial Sacred Ground. It’s just me, personally. If I want to leave, who can stop me?”

He glanced around. The Formation Demon spoke directly: “I’ve asked my questions. This girl is of no use to me. Do as you wish.”

The others remained silent, they were waiting for the Baili Imperial Clan to speak first.

They didn’t want to get involved in muddy waters, but also didn’t want Xu Zimo to walk away so easily.

“Try taking a single step,” Ancestor Yuelong said coldly.

His aura surged like a tidal wave, each wave stronger than the last.

“Even if I have to break ties with the True Martial Sacred Ground today, I must consider the Eastern Continent. I can’t let you take this demoness away.”

“Still trying to posture,” Xu Zimo shook his head slightly. “But in front of all these people, I’ll give you this, you’re boldly walking to your death. Not bad.”

As he finished speaking, the blade in his hand erupted with a radiant light, slashing forward.

“Young brat, don’t think that just because you won the Martial Heaven Tournament, you can match me!” Ancestor Yuelong shouted.

He casually reached out to block Xu Zimo’s blade.

The gap between God Meridian and Arcane Immortal was massive.

But clearly, he underestimated the power of this strike.

The endless blade light descended, dazzling and overwhelming, completely engulfing Ancestor Yuelong.

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