Chapter 119 - 103: Suspicions from All Sides, Carefree Before the Great Battle

Chapter 119: Chapter 103: Suspicions from All Sides, Carefree Before the Great Battle

"Good heavens, how dare he come back?"

"Jiang Hao... is it really that boy from eight years ago?"

"What on earth happened? When did he return to Xingyue City? And why has he drawn such a terrifying killing intent?"

Hundreds of thousands, perhaps even a million, Cultivators in Xingyue City looked up at the night sky. They trembled, their eyes filled with utter disbelief. They couldn’t understand it. That boy had slain the Qi Family’s Qilin Child years ago. The Qi Family had long been itching to tear him limb from limb, yet he actually dared to return to Xingyue City.

The Qi Family was one thing, but the Celestial Sword Sect had also issued a kill order on him ages ago. To that boy, the current Xingyue City was undoubtedly a lion’s den. Who gave him the courage to come back?

"He’s crazy, absolutely insane."

"What an arrogant brat who doesn’t know his place. Coming back now is nothing short of a death wish, isn’t it?"

"Does he think that just because it’s the era of the geniuses’ supremacy battles and the older generation won’t dare intervene, he can run amok without consequence?"

The vast majority of Cultivators were utterly baffled. Logically speaking, he should be living with his tail tucked between his legs. How dare he return? Even if the older generation of Cultivators from the Qi Family and the Celestial Sword Sect were restricted by the rules of the supremacy battles, the peerless prodigies and supreme freaks alone would be enough to crush an ant with a Ninth-Grade Celestial Tier Martial Soul a thousand times over.

However, some Cultivators instantly caught wind of something entirely different, horror gradually welling up in their eyes.

"What has that kid been doing all these years? How could he attract such a terrifying and dreadful murderous aura?"

"These auras surpass anything we can imagine. Could they belong to figures from the endless great factions of the Eastern Domain?"

Although the Xingyue City Earth Realm had not yet received the news of what had transpired within the ancient ruins, the scene unfolding before their eyes left everyone too afraid to even breathe. The surging pressure felt like countless mountains crashing down, suffocating the entire Xingyue City Earth Realm.

Along with the descent of these endless, world-shaking auras, terrifying figures slowly materialized in the night sky, all converging on the Ye Family Mansion. Among those figures were the imposing, earth-shattering silhouettes of the older generation, as well as the heart-palpitating forms of the younger generation. It was a chilling sight to behold.

"Such terrifying power. Miss, what is going on?"

Inside the Ye Family Mansion, countless peerless experts who had been guarding the Ye Family for eight years turned pale. They immediately looked toward Gu Qingyan. Even their eyes were filled with disbelief. To think that the boy’s arrival would bring about such a world-shaking spectacle, the likes of which were rarely seen in a millennium.

However, many soon realized what was happening.

"What did those people just say?"

"They seemed to say that the trash named Jiang Hao obtained the legacy of the Ancient Imperial Race, as well as a terrifying artifact called the Chaos Sword Embryo."

"GASP—the legacy of the Ancient Imperial Race?"

Even though the news from the ancient ruins had been sealed and never reached this Earth Realm, the crowd managed to piece together some clues from the fragmented words.

Just as everyone was reeling in shock...

BOOM!!!

Within the Ye Family Mansion, countless world-shaking auras erupted in response. Peerless experts soared into the sky, confronting the overwhelming, towering figures from various factions. The few elders leading the group were particularly imposing; their soaring auras caused the entire night sky to tremble.

"Halt! Anyone who dares to take a single step into the Ye Family Mansion will be killed without mercy!"

RUMBLE!!!

The majestic voice echoed through the night. A terrifying pressure swept out, clashing head-on with the tidal wave of incoming auras. Suddenly, the countless menacing figures paused, their brows furrowing in unison.

It was obvious that Gu Qingyan’s arrival this time had brought along countless terrifying experts. Those few elderly figures were the true deterrents holding back the various factions. But this was merely a deterrent. The legacy of the Ancient Imperial Race had drawn in far too many powerful experts; holding them all off would be completely impossible.

"Miss Gu of the Divine Pill Pavilion, do you really think you can still protect this little bastard at this point?"

In the darkness of the night, over a hundred figures arrived belatedly. Zhao Wuji of the Celestial Sword Sect looked at the experts rushing out of the Ye Mansion. With a single glance, he spotted Ye Qingxian in the courtyard, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

Eight years ago, he had the chance to execute Jiang Hao, but because of Gu Qingyan’s interference, Zhao Wuji had been deterred and forced to watch helplessly as the boy walked away. Over the years, whenever he remembered how a little girl had scared him into inaction, Zhao Wuji felt an immense sense of humiliation.

"Hmph, my Celestial Sword Sect isn’t the only one who wants this boy today. Girl from the Gu Family, I’d like to see how you plan to stop the entire Eastern Domain today when you only managed to stop me back then."

Having spoken, Zhao Wuji hovered high above, personally leading the hundred-odd members of the Celestial Sword Sect as they came to a halt in the void. His gaze slowly shifted toward that figure in white.

"Boy, if I had known back then that you could reach this point, I wouldn’t have let you leave Xingyue City alive for anything.

"But it doesn’t matter. I will absolutely not make the same mistake twice.

"Tomorrow, this day will mark the anniversary of your death.

"Fellow Daoist brothers, I am Zhao Wuji, Elder of the Celestial Sword Sect. My sect is willing to forfeit the legacy of the Ancient Imperial Race on this boy’s person, and we can also hand the Chaos Sword Embryo over to you all.

"However, I have one condition. This boy’s life belongs to my Celestial Sword Sect. Even if he dies at the hands of your heirs or disciples, I must take his corpse back to the Celestial Sword Sect."

Zhao Wuji spoke with a cold sneer plastering his face, looking as if the figure in white was already in his grasp. And what gave him this confidence was naturally the dozens of peerless freaks behind him, as well as Sword Nine and six others—making up seven of the Celestial Sword Sect’s nine ranked freaks—who were arriving one after another.