The smile on Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s face froze solid.
“Wu Dao… is dead?”
He stood stunned.
Jiang Wu Dao was the Yin-Yang Sect’s Third Holy Son, at the peak of Cave Heaven realm. Among peers, almost no one could rival him.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign had placed enormous hopes on Jiang Wu Dao, dreaming that he would seize the supreme opportunity and catapult the Yin-Yang Sect to the number one position in the entire cultivation world. Never did he imagine the boy would die inside.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign steadied his emotions and consoled himself. “It’s fine. Even if Wu Dao is gone, there’s still Meng Han.”
“Meng Han may be slightly weaker than Wu Dao, but he is no slouch.”
“Our Yin-Yang Sect still has a chance at the supreme opportunity.”
At that very moment, the transmission jade slip in his hand vibrated again. Another line of characters appeared.
“Ling Meng Han’s life lamp flickers weakly—suspected suppressed by another.”
What?!
Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, killing intent surging in his eyes.
“Jiang Wu Dao dead, Ling Meng Han suppressed—who did this?!”
He began to analyse coldly. “Qingyun Sword Sect only sent Yun Xi, accompanied by some low-realm disciples. There’s no way Yun Xi and those weaklings could kill Jiang Wu Dao.”
“As for the Beast Emperor Sect… those two brothers are even less of a threat.”
“Could it be the disciples of the Three Great Holy Lands?”
Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s thoughts darkened. “Though the Three Great Holy Lands are allied with us, the supreme opportunity is too important. We already suppress them; if we obtain it as well, they will never rise again.”
“For that reason, it’s entirely possible they struck first against Jiang Wu Dao and Ling Meng Han.”
“Only by joining forces would the disciples of the Three Great Holy Lands have the strength to kill Jiang Wu Dao and Ling Meng Han.”
The more he thought, the denser the killing intent in his eyes became.
“Three Great Holy Lands… you actually dared to touch the disciples of my Yin-Yang Sect? Hmph. I will not let this stand.”
Just then, a hearty laugh rang out.
“Heaven Sovereign, long time no see.”
A rift tore open in the void, and a white-haired elder with a broad, ruddy face stepped out. Though aged, his aura was extraordinary.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign recognised him instantly—Grand Elder Li Chaohui of the Primordial Holy Land, likewise a Saint-realm powerhouse.
“What are you doing here?” Supreme Heaven Sovereign asked coolly.
“I’m here for the same reason you are.” Li Chaohui glanced up at the sky above Undying Mountain and smiled. “The supreme opportunity has revealed itself. Tell me, Heaven Sovereign, who do you think will claim it?”
“And who do you think will claim it?” Supreme Heaven Sovereign countered.
Li Chaohui replied, “Our Primordial Holy Land sent Li Bei Hai. With Bei Hai’s cultivation, he should have a good chance.”
Li Bei Hai?
I’ll remember that name.
Whether you obtain the supreme opportunity or not, the moment you leave the mountain, I’ll butcher you.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign thought this, then said indifferently, “Obtaining the supreme opportunity will not be easy. Many heaven-gifted geniuses entered Undying Mountain this time.”
“I have faith in Bei Hai’s strength…” Before Li Chaohui could finish, a transmission jade slip appeared in his palm. Words surfaced upon it.
“What?!” Li Chaohui cried out, his expression changing drastically.
“What happened?” Supreme Heaven Sovereign asked.
“I just received news—Li Bei Hai’s life lamp has gone out.” Li Chaohui’s voice trembled.
Li Bei Hai is dead too?
A strange glint flashed through Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s eyes.
Suddenly, Li Chaohui glared at him and said icily, “If I’m not mistaken, this must be the work of your Yin-Yang Sect.”
Supreme Heaven Sovereign raised an eyebrow. “What exactly do you mean?”
Li Chaohui snarled, “Your Yin-Yang Sect sent both Jiang Wu Dao and Ling Meng Han. Only the two of them together could possibly have killed Bei Hai.”
“This must have been your order, Heaven Sovereign.”
“We of the Primordial Holy Land are allied with the Yin-Yang Sect—why would you do this?” Li Chaohui demanded.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign replied coldly, “Li Chaohui, I was about to ask you the same thing. Are the Three Great Holy Lands not allies of my Yin-Yang Sect? Then why did you strike against Jiang Wu Dao and Ling Meng Han?”
“Impossible.” Li Chaohui shook his head. “Before Bei Hai descended the mountain, I repeatedly warned him: even if he could not obtain the supreme opportunity, he was not to raise a hand against allies.”
“Bei Hai has obeyed me since childhood. He would never defy my command.”
“Supreme Heaven Sovereign, though your Yin-Yang Sect is strong, the Primordial Holy Land is no soft persimmon. Your disciples killed Li Bei Hai—you will give me an explanation. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?” Supreme Heaven Sovereign stood with hands behind his back. His robes billowed without wind. He radiated no aura, yet he was like a bottomless abyss, unfathomable.
In that instant, Li Chaohui felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Yet he had no intention of backing down.
Li Chaohui gave a cold laugh. “What, your Yin-Yang disciples killed Li Bei Hai, and now you want to silence me as well?”
“If you truly raise a hand against me, then even if it costs this old life, I will fight you to the death.”
“Fight to the death? Heh heh…” Supreme Heaven Sovereign chuckled, contempt plain on his face.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, two flying treasures streaked through the sky and stopped behind Li Chaohui. Two elders descended.
Tuoba Yunhe, Grand Elder of the Desolate Ancient Holy Land!
An Zaitian, Vice Sect Leader of the Heaven-Mending Church!
Supreme Heaven Sovereign noticed that both Tuoba Yunhe and An Zaitian wore expressions of murderous fury, as though someone had murdered their own grandsons.
He looked at Li Chaohui and sneered. “No wonder you dared to act so tough in front of me. You brought reinforcements. But even the three of you together are no match for this seat.”
“Nonsense! I didn’t call them!” Li Chaohui retorted, then turned to the newcomers. “Brother An, Elder Tuoba, why are you here?”
An Zaitian’s voice was grave. “My grandson An Ruoxi died inside Undying Mountain. I came to find out exactly who killed him.”
Tuoba Yunhe added darkly, “Tuoba Xiong is dead as well. I too wish to know who dared to kill my grandson!”
“What? Tuoba Xiong and An Ruoxi are dead too?” Li Chaohui exclaimed. “Our Primordial Holy Land’s Li Bei Hai is dead as well.”
“Brother Li, do you know who did it?” An Zaitian asked.
Li Chaohui glanced at Supreme Heaven Sovereign and said, “Other than Jiang Wu Dao and Ling Meng Han, I cannot imagine anyone else with the strength to kill them.”
Instantly, An Zaitian and Tuoba Yunhe turned their gazes upon Supreme Heaven Sovereign.
“Supreme Heaven Sovereign, as leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, do you not owe us an explanation?” An Zaitian said in a low, dangerous voice.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign laughed disdainfully curled his lip. “You want this seat to explain yourselves to you? You’re not worthy.”
