Saint Ji's eyes narrowed into slits, and a cold light shot out from them, sweeping towards Saint Qi.
Of the four holy lands of the Qi State, Jixia Holy Palace was similar to the Nine State College and did not care about disputes. The Yue House was good at music, but because they were the weakest of the four holy lands, they rarely made a sound. They quietly studied the way of music and did not cause trouble.
Therefore, in the Qi State, the Qi clan with the most ancient lineage and the Hall of Holy Light had always been fighting for the title of the number one holy land in the Qi State. In fact, it was not really a fight, but they both thought that they were the strongest holy land in the Qi State, and there were often conflicts between their disciples. Saint Qi was introverted, the opposite of his personality. Although the two had always been at odds, there had been no major conflicts for a long time, and they cultivated separately.
But now, at this time, Saint Qi's stance was very subtle.
"Is Saint Qi going to intervene?" Saint Ji spat out a cold voice.
"Palace Lord Ye is extremely talented and unparalleled in the Nine States. In the future, he may become one of the pillars of the Nine States, like the Sword Saint of the Void and the Great Shaman. Saint Ji, as the fifth on the Saint Ranking, has always been against Palace Lord Ye. Saint Xia and Saint Li are gentle and do not like to fight. Is Saint Ji worried about his position on the Saint Ranking by not allowing the younger generation to rise?"
Saint Qi did not pay attention to Saint Ji's cold voice. As the seventh on the Saint Ranking, although he was behind Saint Ji, he was not afraid of him. The Qi clan had many years of history, and the Hall of Holy Light claimed to be the number one holy land in the Qi State, but they did not have the guts to touch the Qi clan.
"As for the inheritance of Renhuang, it has already been taken by the younger generation. Palace Lord Ye did not fight for it, and neither did the Princess. Saint Ji's heart seems to be less than that of the younger generation," Saint Qi continued.
Saint Ji did not say anything. His eyes were still fixed on Saint Qi. He naturally understood what Saint Qi was planning.
In today's battle, if Ye Futian had been easily killed by them, Saint Qi would not have stood up and said anything. He might have even joined the fight for the inheritance of Renhuang.
But in the battle just now, Ye Futian had proved himself. Of course, this seemed to have nothing to do with Saint Qi, but in reality, that was not the case. If Ye Futian did not die, he would certainly have his revenge today. He had made enemies with the Hall of Holy Light, and in the future, he would have to kill the disciples of the Hall of Holy Light.
Ji Mu and Ji Mo, two top geniuses, had already died by Ye Futian.
If the disciples of the Hall of Holy Light were to suffer too much, then how could the next generation compete with the Qi Clan?
This was probably the reason why Saint Qi stood up and spoke. As for the so-called bearing, in front of Renhuang's inheritance?
The path of cultivation encompassed the heavens and earth, but it also meant fighting against the heavens and earth. In fact, the essence of cultivation was plundering, not standing aloof from the world. If that was the case, why bother cultivating? How good would it be to be a mortal?
Saint Qi seemed magnanimous, but he was also competing with the Hall of Holy Light.
"What do you think?" Saint Ji glanced at those holy lands that had not expressed their stance. These people had been watching, thinking of reaping the benefits without doing anything?
Of course, he did not expect Ye Futian to be so strong that he could kill four sages in a row.
"Let them pass," a voice said. Everyone looked at the person who spoke. It was the Vajra Region Lord.
The cultivators ranked sixth and seventh on the Sage Ranking expressed their stances one after another. That way, the cultivators who were watching on would not make a move. Under such circumstances, even if they did, the chances of them getting the Halberd of Time and Space and Huang Jiuge were extremely low. With the strength that Ye Futian had displayed, even though he was injured, who could guarantee that they would be able to kill him in close combat?
Obviously, it was not worth it.
This situation made the three holy lands of the Ocean State less aggressive in their battle. If they really killed the people of the Holy Zhi Palace, Ye Futian would probably kill them at all costs. The combat strength that Ye Futian had displayed just now was indeed a great deterrent to the sages.
Ye Futian was facing off against Kong Yao, Zhou Mian, and Nie Gai, but it would be difficult to kill Ye Futian.
At this time, a brilliant light bloomed, and Ye Futian's body shot towards Zhou Mian like lightning. Suddenly, the golden phoenix wings behind Zhou Mian flapped, and countless feathers slashed down. At the same time, he quickly retreated, pulling away from Ye Futian.
"Bang."
With a loud noise, Ye Futian shattered the attack and appeared where Zhou Mian was, glancing at him mockingly.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said. Below, the people of the Holy Zhi Palace flashed upwards. The Sword Saint, Qin Zhuang, and the others fought and retreated, retreating towards Ye Futian. The attacks of Ji Ya and the cultivators of the Ocean State were no longer as strong. After a while, the people of the Holy Zhi Palace gathered in the void, and no one blocked in front of them.
"Thank you, seniors," Ye Futian said and then stepped away. He then walked away. Ji Ya and Kong Yao took a step forward. Their faces were ashen.
"There is no need to chase after him," Saint Ji said with a dark face. Ji Ya stopped, his expression extremely ugly.
Even in such a situation, Ye Futian was still able to leave alive and take away the inheritance.
"See you later." A cold voice came from afar. It was Ye Futian's voice. The people of the Barren State looked at his back, and their hearts were still unsettled. The battle just now would probably never be forgotten.
With his own strength, he had shaken all the sages and killed four of them. In the land of the Nine States, who had such a glorious record?
A giant sword descended from the sky and landed in front of Ye Futian and the others. Ye Futian led his people and stepped onto it. Suddenly, the giant sword streaked across the sky in a dazzling arc and left.
No one gave chase. The saints of the Nine States naturally felt a wisp of saintly might. It was the Village Chief of Tombkeeper Village. He had been nearby all along, using the giant sword to take the people of the Barren State away in case they were intercepted.
The giant sword broke through the air and quickly met up with the Village Chief. Ye Futian stood on the giant sword, the wind blowing on him, his hair flying. He coughed and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Facing the joint attack of so many saints, no matter how strong his body was, it was difficult to bear. After all, he had just become an archmage. It was obvious that his injuries were not light, it was just that he had not shown it.
"Are you all right?" Ye Futian looked at Hua Jieyu and Yu Sheng, who were sitting behind him. The two of them had fought Ji Ya and Ji Mu outside the imperial mausoleum. Yu Sheng had been demonized and exhausted in the battle, and Hua Jieyu had suffered some injuries.
This trip to the imperial mausoleum could be said to have been very dangerous. Huang Xi had died, but he had left very calmly. Obviously, he thought that his death was worth it.
Huang Jiuge had obtained the inheritance of their ancestor, Renhuang.
"Yes." Everyone nodded slightly. Although they had all suffered different kinds of injuries, they were not serious.
"After returning to the Holy Zhi Palace, immediately prepare for war and be ready to activate the matrix," Ye Futian said. He knew that this battle was just the beginning. Saint Ji, the Great Zhou Sacred King, and Saint Xihua were not going to let it go.
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At this time, in the area of the imperial mausoleum, Saint Xihua looked up at the void, where Ye Futian had long disappeared.
He had never thought that this battle would be so fierce. He had thought that after the marriage alliance, he would be able to easily destroy the Holy Zhi Palace.
But first, Zhisheng Cliffs had been bathed in blood, and then today's battle, two of Xihua Sacred Mountain's sages had been killed, as well as one of the Great Zhou Sacred King's sons, Zhou Huang.
Saint Xihua flashed and walked towards the Glass Saint.
The Great Zhou Sacred King also looked in the direction of the Glass Saint, but he heard the Moon Saint say, "The two lords of the holy lands of the Eastern State are still prepared to join forces to bully the Glass Saint? If so, I would like to see you fight. "
Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King stopped and looked up at the Moon Saint.
It was obvious that the Moon Saint was completely involved in the storm of this sacred war. He would protect the Glass Saint as well.
As for the other saints and the Glass Saint, they had no grudges. Ye Futian, who had the Halberd of Time and Space, and Huang Jiuge, who had the inheritance of Renhuang, were gone. Everything here was naturally meaningless.
The Glass Saint was the Great Zhou Sacred King's business, and it had nothing to do with them.
To put it bluntly, this battle was only to take the inheritance of Renhuang, and it was not a true alliance. If someone were to take the inheritance, they would probably soon be on the opposite side.
"Everyone, why haven't you returned to the holy lands to gather the army? Are you going to wait for Ye Futian to train for a few years before coming to settle the score?" Saint Ji said coldly.
Leave?
Where would he go?
Even if Ye Futian made it out of here alive, where would he go? Would the Holy Zhi Palace still exist?
Ye Futian had shown amazing combat ability, and this battle had not been able to keep him. But this time, all the people from the holy lands were top figures, and there were very few cultivators.
Once they returned and gathered the army, he would like to see if Ye Futian would live or die.
Would the Yue clan and the Qi clan still participate in the battle?
If they did, it would no longer be a small-scale battle of this level.
The Great Zhou Sacred King glanced at the Glass Saint, then turned around and left in a flash. The cultivators of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty followed him and left.
After that, Saint Xihua also left with his people.
The storm seemed to have ended just like that, but it also seemed that this was just the beginning.
Perhaps there would be even bigger storms.
Saint Ji glanced at Saint Qi and the Moon Saint, then turned into a beam of light and shot into the distance. Ji Ya followed closely behind.
The saints of the holy lands all had their own thoughts. One by one, they broke through the air and left one after another. They did not even say goodbye to the other saints.
"The Nine States are going to be in chaos," Saint Xia whispered.
"After so many years of peace, with the appearance of someone like Ye Futian, it is normal for there to be chaos," Saint Li said softly beside him.
They looked forward and saw a beautiful figure still standing there. It was the Glass Saint.
She looked forward in a daze. The Moon Saint had protected her, but she was not happy. She naturally knew why Yue Chan had died.
Before Yue Chan died, she must have communicated with the Moon Saint, which was why she had been so calm.
All of this was just for her.
Her hair swayed in the wind and swept across her beautiful face. The Glass Saint turned around and left.
There were fewer and fewer people here, and Saint Xia and Saint Li also left together.
"The wind is blowing," Saint Xia said softly.
"Yes, the wind is blowing." Saint Li's voice was heard, and the wind whistled past. Many people from the Barren State came to the place where they had left and looked at the battlefield.
This battle would probably be recorded in the history of the Nine States!
PS: Thank you, Alliance Master Time, 300,000 red!
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