"Master of the Holy Realm, the strength of the Blood War God is even stronger than before. Even if the six of us combined forces, we are powerless to avenge Mu Yanjun." Bai Yunqi said, clearly intending for Luo Tianran to take action.

"Master of the Holy Realm, it seems the Underworld Demon Palace is in trouble. The people of the Guardian Spirit Clan said that the Nether Ghost is in the Dragon God Palace and killed more than ten strong members of the Guardian Spirit Clan. We went to the Dragon God Palace this time to verify this, but we didn’t see the Nether Ghost." Ming Huang continued.

"Just a useless waste." Luo Tianran didn’t care at all, even if Bai Yunqi and the others all died, Luo Tianran wouldn’t bat an eye.

"Put aside the matter of revenge for now. You may withdraw." Luo Tianran said with an indifferent expression.

"But..." Mu Xuanshan wanted to say something, but Luo Tianran’s terrifying gaze frightened him into silence. Despite a myriad of reluctance in his heart, he dared not say more.

Mu Xuanshan and the others were very confused. Luo Tianran told them to do whatever needed openly, so why didn’t he take action when trouble arose?

With the terrifying power of Luo Tianran, he didn’t even regard Dantong and could effortlessly handle the Blood War God and the Dragon God Palace.

What is it that daunts Luo Tianran from taking action?

Unfortunately, none of them dared to ask.

Mu Xuanshan’s boundless anger had to be swallowed down into his heart.

"What? Didn’t you understand what I said?" Luo Tianran said coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over the six of them.

"I take my leave!" Mu Xuanshan and the others hurriedly paid their respects and then left the grand hall.

"Junior Brother, Dantong has returned to the Seven Divine Realms. Senior Brother wants to see how you handle him. I’ll just wait for you to come and beg me." Luo Tianran smirked slightly.

Mu Xuanshan had just walked out of the grand hall, his face immediately turned somber, fury surging, and he cursed in his heart: "What kind of crap Holy Realm expert! How long are we supposed to wait?"

Mu Xuanshan won’t wait. That’s his own son!

Mu Xuanshan has made up his mind to avenge Mu Yanjun at all costs.

"Hall Master of the Holy Soul Temple, we are powerless in this matter. The Blood War God’s strength is not below ours. If the Master of the Holy Realm doesn’t act, there’s nothing we can do about the Dragon God Palace." Ming Huang sighed.

"Why won’t the Master of the Holy Realm act? Does the Seven Divine Realms have someone stronger that he fears?" Qiuding Peak was extremely puzzled.

"Aside from the Master of the Holy Realm, Dantong’s strength is the greatest. It’s impossible for there to be others. Frankly, I don’t understand why the Master of the Holy Realm doesn’t act." Leng Moye shook his head.

"Hall Master of the Holy Soul..." Bai Yunqi was about to say something, but Mu Xuanshan interrupted him.

"There’s no need to say more. I have my own plan." Mu Xuanshan said coldly, then vanished.

"I’m afraid the Holy Soul Temple won’t let this go." Bai Yunqi shook his head helplessly, but he could understand.

Ming Huang frowned, "Besides the Blood War God, there’s also Soul Extinction and Qianhun. They aren’t easy to deal with. Xuan You is one of Zhu Sha’s people, we can’t ask him for help. Unfortunately, we can’t intervene in this matter."

Qiuding Peak and the few others all shook their heads helplessly.

...

"Oh? Mu Yanjun was killed? Dad, you’re not kidding, right? Who has such guts to dare kill Mu Yanjun?" In the Nether Clan’s grand hall, a man asked in surprise.

"Feng Wuchen." Ming Huang frowned.

"Feng Wuchen?" The man was slightly stunned, then laughed aloud, "Ha ha! Dad, come on. Can Feng Wuchen really kill Mu Yanjun? Who are you trying to fool?"

The man was none other than Ming Yang, the young master of the Nether Clan and one of the top talents in the Seven Divine Realms. His cultivation level had reached the realm of a Six-Star God Venerate, slightly higher than Mu Yanjun’s.

But it was just the cultivation level that was high. In actual combat, Ming Yang was still not a match for Mu Yanjun. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Noticing Ming Huang’s serious expression, Ming Yang asked, "Dad, what is Feng Wuchen’s current cultivation level?"

"Two-Star God Venerate." Ming Huang said.

"Two-Star God Venerate?" Ming Yang was once again stunned, then frowned: "This kid has the Nitian Divine Pearl and a spatial ring, so it’s normal for his cultivation to improve quickly. But with such rapid improvement, his foundation is unstable. I doubt he can even wield the true power of a Two-Star God Venerate. There’s no way he could have killed Mu Yanjun."

Ming Yang still did not believe it.

"If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it either. But with ancient power, a Divine Artifact, and a Holy Artifact, his combat power has reached the realm of a Six-Star God Venerate." Ming Huang said gravely.

"What? The realm of a Six-Star God Venerate? A four-star combat power increase? Dad, are you out of your mind?" Ming Yang’s eyes widened, and he reached out to touch Ming Huang’s forehead.

Ming Huang gave Ming Yang a sharp glare, frightening Ming Yang into withdrawing his hand immediately.

"Dad, even increasing combat power by two stars is the limit, even for Mu Yanjun with his ancient power. Looking across the entire Seven Divine Realms, no one can increase their combat power by three stars, let alone four." Ming Yang spread his hands, absolutely unwilling to believe it.

"Dad, I think you’re just too tired. You should rest well." Ming Yang waved his hand and swaggered out of the grand hall.

Ming Huang shook his head helplessly. Ming Yang’s disbelief was something Ming Huang could also understand.

After all, unless anyone saw it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t believe it.

"Feng Wuchen, huh? What’s the use of being skilled in alchemy? Don’t you know that power is most important? If it weren’t for Soul Extinction’s powerful strength in those years, how could he have suppressed the Seven Divine Realms and stood up for alchemists?" Ming Yang’s lips curled slightly, showing a tinge of disdain in his eyes.

"Young Master, where are you going?" Someone asked respectfully as they saw Ming Yang come out.

"To the Dragon God Palace, to see if that boy Feng Wuchen is really as strong as my dad says." Ming Yang sneered.

"Young Master, the Clan Leader has already ordered that no one is allowed to go to the Dragon God Palace." The man hurriedly said.

"Not allowed to go to the Dragon God Palace?" Ming Yang looked back at the main hall, bewildered, and muttered, "What’s wrong with my old man? Is he possessed? Is this still the Nether Clan? Since when did my dad become so cowardly? It’s just a small Dragon God Palace, is there a need to be so afraid? Don’t we have the Master of the Holy Realm supporting us?"

"Young Master, you should go back and cultivate." The man said helplessly.

Just then, a figure appeared in a flash.

"Ming Yang!" The newcomer called out excitedly.

"Hey Leng Tianxu, you’ve already broken through to become a Seven Star God Venerate." Ming Yang wasn’t pleased.

"Hehe, let’s not talk about that. I just heard my dad say that Yanjun was killed by Feng Wuchen! And he said Feng Wuchen is only a Two-Star God Venerate, even issuing an order forbidding anyone from Shadowlo Hall to go to the Dragon God Palace! Laughable, isn’t it? I snuck out." Leng Tianxu laughed.

"Your dad also issued an order?" Ming Yang said, surprised, looking at Leng Tianxu.

"Also?" Leng Tianxu looked at Ming Yang in amazement.

The two exchanged glances, and then Ming Yang laughed heartily, "Come on, let’s go drink."

"Young Master, the Clan Leader has issued a..." Before the man could finish talking, Ming Yang and Leng Tianxu had already vanished. The rest of the sentence was: "issued an order..."