265: Slave collection at dawn

"Boss, who would have thought our Saint would be into this type!" A Core Disciple whispered to Nan Ying, his eyes filled with admiration.

"What's wrong with this type? Don't tell me you don't like a married woman like She Xianger?" Nan Ying looked disdainful, his lips curling up slightly with a hint of mockery.

"I like her, sure, but we just don't have that kind of luck."

The Core Disciple scratched his head, a look of helplessness and envy appearing on his face.

A group of Core Disciples were currently looking at Yang Lingchen with adoration, their eyes filled with reverence.

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"Good lad, to dare use such crooked, evil means to control this seat's granddaughter-in-law; it seems I cannot let you live today."

Just then, an aged figure suddenly appeared in the Void Realm.

The old man had sharp, sinister eyes and a withered, wrinkled face, with lines like scars of time that made one shudder at the sight.

This withered, wrinkled old man was none other than Yan Daotian, the Old Ancestor of the Firmament Sacred Land.

At this moment, a powerful Aura radiated from his entire body, as if it could crush this heaven and earth.

At the same time, seven other old men appeared, following closely behind Yan Daotian.

These seven old men all had dignified expressions, their Auras as deep as the sea; they were the Old Ancestors of the other seven top forces.

Their appearance seemed to freeze the entire space, filling it with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Yan Daotian, you really are regressing as you age; to think you'd have the nerve to interfere in matters between Juniors."

Just then, a stunningly beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of Yang Lingchen.

The person who arrived was Ling Yanyun. Her figure was graceful, her face stunningly beautiful yet cold, and her black robe fluttered in the wind, emitting an awe-inspiring Aura.

In fact, before Yang Lingchen and She Xianger had clashed, Yan Daotian and Ling Yanyun had already arrived at the scene, but neither had revealed themselves.

When Yang Lingchen completely subdued She Xianger, Yan Daotian could no longer hold back.

After all, She Xianger was the Saintess wife of the Firmament Sacred Land, and his own granddaughter-in-law. If Yang Lingchen were to take her back, the Yan family would be wearing a big green hat.

"Ling Yanyun, I won't make things difficult for your Haoyue Demon Palace, but you must hand this lad over to me."

Yan Daotian's tone was extremely cold, every word seeming to carry shards of ice. At this moment, he had completely placed Yang Lingchen on his must-kill blacklist.

His eyes were locked onto Yang Lingchen, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Yan Daotian, you're a person with half a foot in the grave; what right do you have to spout nonsense in front of this seat?" Ling Yanyun's expression was cold, and her tone was disdainful.

Cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes as she met Yan Daotian's murderous gaze without fear.

"Ling Yanyun, it seems you cannot see the current situation clearly!"

Yan Daotian said in an extremely cold tone. His voice echoed in the Void Realm, carrying endless oppression.

"What current situation? Isn't it just that your granddaughter-in-law has become a female slave to our Haoyue Demon Palace's Saint?" Ling Yanyun sneered.

Her laughter was crisp and cold, as if mocking Yan Daotian's incompetence.

"Ling Yanyun, since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish." Yan Daotian said coldly. He clenched his hands, his knuckles turning white; he was clearly furious to the extreme.

"Just relying on those stinking sweet potatoes and rotten eggs behind you? How laughable!"

Ling Yanyun retorted with a laugh.

Her laughter sounded particularly jarring in this silent space, filled with contempt for Yan Daotian and the others.

"Ling Yanyun, stop being arrogant. Today, we will surely destroy your Haoyue Demon Palace."

The Old Ancestor of the Demon Emperor Palace spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying intense murderous intent.

"Very well, you bunch of ignorant, death-seeking dogs. After today, this seat will surely exterminate your entire Sects."

Ling Yanyun said coldly, her voice exploding in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

"Don't be afraid of her threats. With me here, she will surely die today."

Yan Daotian's eyes revealed an extremely cold murderous intent, and he immediately shouted, "Kill! Leave none alive."

"Kill...! Kill...! Kill...!"

Following Yan Daotian's order, everyone from the eight top forces roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth. At this moment, they launched an all-out attack on the Haoyue Demon Palace.

"Rise!"

Yang Lingchen snorted coldly. The moment the enemies charged in, he activated the defensive formation.

A beam of light shot into the sky, instantly enveloping the entire Haoyue Demon Palace.

As the defensive formation activated, the people from the eight Sects felt a powerful pressure descend, and their cultivation levels suddenly dropped by nearly thirty percent.

"Kill...! Kill...! Kill...!" Ling Tun roared, leading the people of Haoyue Demon Palace to meet the people of the eight Sects.

At this moment, the high-level Disciples of Haoyue Demon Palace all had resolute expressions, ready to face death without fear.

As for the Disciples with lower cultivation levels, they joined the crossbow teams, launching a rain of arrows at the troops behind the eight Sects.

At that moment, arrows rained down with sharp whistling sounds, causing considerable chaos in the rear of the eight Sects.

At the same time, Yan Daotian led the Old Ancestors of the other Sects to attack Ling Yanyun.

They moved extremely fast, instantly arriving in front of Ling Yanyun. Various powerful attack methods were unleashed, and for a time, brilliant light and overflowing energy filled the air.

The Sect Masters of the eight Sects charged towards Yang Lingchen and Ling Tun.

Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, vowing to put Yang Lingchen and Ling Tun to death.

Yang Lingchen was not to be outdone. He swung the black cauldron with his left hand and gripped the immortal demon sword tightly in his right, charging directly towards Yan Gucheng.

The black cauldron in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and the immortal demon sword flickered with light, emitting a heart-palpitating Aura.

She Xianger also held a long sword, following behind Yang Lingchen and charging towards the people of the eight Sects.

At this moment, in her eyes, Yang Lingchen was the only one in her heart, and she was willing to give everything for him.

"Not good, there is a Formation here that suppresses cultivation levels."

Upon charging into the Haoyue Demon Palace, the people of the eight Sects discovered that thirty percent of their cultivation had vanished into thin air.

At this moment, the faces of the people from the eight Sects became extremely ugly, and they secretly bemoaned their situation.

Of course, even if the people of the eight Sects had their cultivation suppressed by thirty percent, they still held an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

They surged forward like a tide, attempting to overwhelm the people of the Haoyue Demon Palace with their numerical superiority.

At this time, Yang Lingchen and She Xianger launched a wild attack against Yan Gucheng.

Especially She Xianger; when facing Yan Gucheng, almost every one of her moves was fatal, showing no mercy at all.

"Xianger, wake up."

Yan Gucheng was extremely furious at this moment, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.

He had spent hundreds of years with She Xianger, and they had deep affection as husband and wife. Now that she was turning her blade against him, it felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.

And for him to deal a fatal blow to She Xianger, he truly found it hard to do.

After all, years of feelings cannot be discarded just like that.

"Yan Gucheng, stop being naive. She Xianger is now my female slave. But don't worry, I will definitely make sure she is well taken care of."

Yang Lingchen mocked while attacking.

A triumphant smile was on his face, and his eyes were full of provocation.

"Yang Lingchen, you Little Bastard, today this seat will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces."

Yan Gucheng roared.

His eyes were bloodshot, his entire body's Aura was violently turbulent, and the weapon in his hand was swung even more fiercely.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen was facing a group of God Emperor Realm powerhouses simultaneously. Among these God Emperor Realm powerhouses were several figures at the Old Ancestor level of various forces. Their attacks came like a violent storm, leaving Yang Lingchen unable to cope.

These Old Ancestor-level powerhouses all had cultivation levels at the fifth layer of the God Emperor Realm. If it weren't for the assistance of the Suppression Grand Array, Yang Lingchen could not possibly be their match.

But even so, he still gritted his teeth and resisted with all his might.

On the other side, Ling Tun was also being beaten black and blue by the Sect Heads of the various top forces. Although his strength was at the fourth layer of the God Emperor Realm, he couldn't withstand the sheer number of opponents!

Fortunately, the Haoyue Demon Palace had the home-field advantage and the assistance of the Suppression Grand Array; otherwise, they really wouldn't have been able to withstand the attacks of so many top Sects.

In the Void Realm, Ling Yanyun faced Yan Gucheng and several other Old Ancestors from other forces alone, but she did not fall behind at all.

At this moment, Ling Yanyun's figure was like a ghost, moving freely amidst various attacks, occasionally launching counterattacks that left her opponents unable to defend themselves.

The only one among these people who could contend with her was Yan Daotian; the few Old Ancestors from other forces could at most assist from the sidelines, which couldn't cause her any harm at all.

However, Yan Daotian was not in a hurry. He was waiting—waiting for Yan Gucheng to finish off Yang Lingchen and Ling Tun, at which point everyone could surround and attack Ling Yanyun together.

At this time, the scene was extremely tragic, and countless people lost their lives for this.

In an instant, blades flashed, blood splattered, and severed limbs could be seen everywhere.

The entire area in front of the Haoyue Demon Palace's Mountain Gate was dyed red with fresh blood, as if it had turned into a Shura Hell.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen was like a crazed Demon God, madly charging towards a group of God Emperors.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and the clothes on his body had long been soaked with blood.

He swung the black cauldron with his left hand and the immortal demon sword with his right. Although he had suffered multiple wounds on his body, he still killed several God Emperors, one of whom was an Old Ancestor from the Tianluo Domain. Every attack carried endless murderous intent and determination.

"Kill...! Kill...! Kill...!"

Just then, a heaven-shaking sound of slaughter rang out from the rear of the eight Sects.

Then, countless armies clad in armor charged towards the rear of the eight Sects.

These armies were the Imperial Army of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, an army composed of a group of Emperors. Although these Emperors were only low-level Emperors, they were, after all, a well-trained regular army, and their numbers were numerous.

At the head of this Imperial Army were Empress Wu Meier and the Old Ancestor of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, Su Batian.

Wu Meier wore golden armor, looking heroic and spirited. As she swung the long sword in her hand, it brought forth a flash of cold light.

Su Batian was dressed in a black robe, his Aura majestic; every step he took seemed to shake the earth.

Facing the sudden attack from the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, the rear of the eight Sects immediately fell into chaos, and countless people died under the charge of the Imperial Army.

The originally neat Formation was instantly disrupted, and people were in a panic.

Seeing this situation, Yan Gucheng's expression instantly became extremely cold, and he roared angrily, "Wu Meier, Su Batian, you are courting death!"

However, his roar could not stop the Imperial Army's attack. The situation became increasingly chaotic, and the entire battlefield fell into a melee.