CHAPTER 926: CHAPTER 920: RETURN

"The Demon Clan truly deserves its place as the leader of all clans, this Saint wholeheartedly concedes."

Black Dragon Demon Saint and Heavenly Ghost Great Saint immediately revealed a smile, but in their hearts, they were already recalculating their understanding of the Demon Clan’s strength for the future.

"Alright, let’s deal with the matter at hand first. We must eradicate the strength of the Human Clan this time to quench my deep-seated hatred."

In the eyes of Chi Mei Demon Saint, a chilling intent flashed. He had long harbored a grudge against the Human Clan, and this time he planned a massive bloodbath.

"It seems someone has emerged from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land."

The gaze of the three demon heads fell to the distance, where Elder Xue and his group stood.

"The Alien Clan comes with such force this time..."

Elder Xue gazed at the thick demonic shadows amongst the overwhelming demonic clouds, his expression heavy. This massive army of the Alien Clan seemed determined to flatten the Heavenly Martial Holy Land.

"Elder Xue, I give you ten breaths to surrender with your followers. Otherwise, I’ll make rivers of your blood flow!"

Chi Mei Demon Saint leapt up, floating in the air above the plaza, shouting harshly.

"Surrender?"

Elder Xue sneered, "If you want to destroy my Heavenly Martial Holy Land, afraid you will have to pay a heavy price. Even if these old bones of mine perish, I’ll take a few of you down with me!"

None of the people had any thought of surrender. Surrendering to the Alien Clan? That would not lead to a good end, better to die here for the Sect.

"Foolish beyond cure!"

Chi Mei Demon Saint sneered, then retreated back onto the black mothership, waving his hand, "Attack!"

Hua!

As soon as he finished speaking, torrents of demonic qi surged violently. The giant ships began moving, terrifying artillery and energy waves bombarded the Sect Protection Array above the plaza.

The array trembled violently, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"All disciples unite! Protect the array!"

Elder Xue shouted sternly.

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land responded with a unified shout, their resolve unwavering. In the next moment, streams of energy light beams shot into the array, which quickly stabilized.

"Just a futile struggle!"

Chi Mei Demon Saint wore a mocking smile, their side was overflowing with powerhouses, victory was already assured.

Buzz buzz.

As his voice fell, formidable demonic power erupted from the sky, and more and more demonic shadows appeared. Each one carried a powerful aura, all elite experts from various clans.

In fact, various Alien Clans had long recovered their strength. They had just been lying in wait in the shadows, awaiting the right moment. Now that the time had come, they surged forth, wanting to grab a share on the Spirit Martial Continent.

At a central spot under the array, a male and female disciple were channeling power into the array with all their might. They were both familiar faces to Ye Xuan, one was Xue Lingzi, and the other was Fei Yue.

These two were Ye Xuan’s senior brother and sister when he was at the Xuantian Sect. Because of Ye Xuan, they were recommended to the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, becoming disciples there.

However, under the current circumstances, entering the Heavenly Martial Holy Land—who knows if it’s a blessing or a curse.

"Seems we might meet our end here today."

Xue Lingzi sighed, he was someone who rarely felt despair, but the current situation left no room for hope.

"No one knows the outcome unless we hold on till the end."

In Fei Yue’s beautiful eyes flashed a determined glimmer, she continued to hold out hope for a miracle.

At this time, in a silent space ten thousand miles away from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, a rift in space suddenly appeared. From its portal emerged three figures in succession, the foremost being Ye Xuan.

The other two were elderlies, experts from Light City. Both possessed the cultivation of Seventh Grade Martial Saints.

Ye Xuan originally planned to return alone, but Nangong Yao thought there were too many affairs at hand, fearing Ye Xuan alone might not suffice, and thus assigned him two helpers.

Currently, Light City had recruited quite a few Seventh Grade Martial Saints, several already belonging to the Xiao family. The number of Seventh Grade Martial Saints now might already exceed ten.

The pair of elderlies accompanying Ye Xuan were known as the Ancient Desolate Double Saints, originally unaffiliated, only recently joining Light City.

"So this is the Spirit Martial Continent, where the space is so fragile it can be torn apart with a mere gesture."

The Ancient Desolate Double Saints were astounded by the weak space of this Spirit Martial Continent. They discovered they could easily tear open a space rift here, something unimaginable in the Ancient World.

"The space in the Spirit Martial Continent is far less stable than the Ancient World. Tearing it apart naturally requires little effort," Ye Xuan said indifferently, then shifted his gaze toward the Heavenly Martial Holy Land. Currently, his mother, Su Ying, should have been taken there.

The Emperor’s Eye between his brows opened, piercing through the void across ten thousand miles to extend his gaze.

In this Spirit Martial Continent, Ye Xuan’s Emperor’s Eye encountered no obstacles, almost unhindered.

"Hmm?"

However, the scene beyond ten thousand miles made Ye Xuan’s expression change. His sight captured dense Demon Clan battleships and powerhouses fiercely attacking the Sect Protection Array of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, under which its defense appeared dangerously precarious.

"It’s actually the Alien Clan. Unexpectedly, during my absence, the Alien Clans have completely risen." Ye Xuan could see that the Alien Clan army was extraordinarily strong, including clans like the Yaksha, Evil Dragon, and Ghost Clans—previously dormant in darkness, now all emerging.

"What is it, Master Ye Xuan?"

The Ancient Desolate Double Saints glanced at Ye Xuan, also noticing his unusual demeanor. Ye Xuan was now the second-in-command at Light City, the highest position next to the Emperor Light. Although they were puzzled, they had no complaints. Despite Ye Xuan’s youth, his strength was formidable. But as to how formidable, they could not ascertain—other than knowing he was stronger than both of them combined.

"We must hurry. It seems my mother and the others are facing some trouble."

The eye between Ye Xuan’s brows gently closed, then his expression became severe. The scene he glimpsed showed the Heavenly Martial Holy Land in grave danger. If they didn’t reach there swiftly, rivers of blood might indeed flow.

"What? In this small Spirit Martial Continent, someone dares to lay hands on Master Ye Xuan’s kin?" The Ancient Desolate Double Saints chuckled disdainfully. Who was Ye Xuan? A top-tier figure even in the Ancient World. For someone in this small Spirit Martial Continent to offend Ye Xuan—was that not courting death?

"Let’s go!"

Ye Xuan didn’t intend to waste words. If he delayed, the consequences might become unimaginable. With a wave of his hand, he tore open a rift, then stepped into it first.

"Maybe this time we’ll witness Master Ye Xuan’s true strength. Is he really the first under the Sealing Emperor?"

"Follow and see for yourself."

The Ancient Desolate Double Saints hesitated only for a moment before they, too, stepped into the rift in succession, disappearing from sight.