Although An Zaitian and Tuoba Yunhe were also Saint-realm powerhouses, Supreme Heaven Sovereign answered their accusations with overwhelming arrogance.
He was the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect. Unless the sect masters from the various holy lands came in person, he didn’t need to give face to anyone.
At his words, An Zaitian flew into a rage.
“My grandson is dead, and I can’t even get an explanation? Truly worthy of being the Yin-Yang Sect Master—so domineering.” Terrifying killing intent surged from An Zaitian’s body.
At the same time, killing intent also erupted from Tuoba Yunhe. “Supreme Heaven Sovereign, I know you are strong, but your disciples killed my grandson, and you offer neither explanation nor apology, only this arrogance. Then don’t blame me for what comes next.”
Li Chaohui added, “Supreme Heaven Sovereign, if you wanted the supreme opportunity for yourself, you could have said so openly. We would have ordered our disciples to assist Jiang Wu Dao and Ling Meng Han. Why did you have your disciples strike to kill?”
“Now look—Li Bei Hai is dead, Tuoba Xiong is dead, An Ruoxi is dead. Is it too much for Brother An and Elder Tuoba to ask for an explanation?”
“Are you truly trying to start a war with us?”
“War? Heh heh… The three of you think you’re worthy?” The instant Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s voice fell, his figure vanished from where he stood.
Immediately afterwards came three crisp slaps.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Li Chaohui, Tuoba Yunhe, and An Zaitian simultaneously felt burning pain on their right cheeks. By the time they registered it, Supreme Heaven Sovereign had reappeared in his original spot.
The three men were horrified.
They were all Saints, yet they hadn’t even seen him move before each receiving a resounding slap.
“You… you’re a Great Saint?!”
Li Chaohui cried out in shock.
Among Saints there were tiers: ordinary Saint, Great Saint, Saint King.
The three of them were merely ordinary Saints, yet Supreme Heaven Sovereign had slapped them effortlessly. This could only mean his strength far surpassed theirs.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign stood with hands clasped behind his back, disdain written across his face. “What are you three compared to me, that you dare speak of war?”
“This seat is the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, while you are mere elders and vice-leaders of your holy lands. What right do you have to posture before me?”
“If not for the powers behind you, I would have already slain all three of you where you stand.”
Tuoba Yunhe trembled with fury. “You bully too far! Bully too far!”
An Zaitian growled, “Your disciples killed my grandson, and now you raise your hand against me. You’ve gone too far.”
Li Chaohui said, “Supreme Heaven Sovereign, I know we three are no match for you, but not only do you refuse to explain, you strike us as well. We cannot swallow this humiliation.”
Supreme Heaven Sovereign sneered. “What, one slap each wasn’t enough to wake you? You still want to challenge me?”
“I don’t say this to belittle you—if I wished to kill you, I could do so with a flick of my finger.”
“If you don’t believe me, feel free to try.”
He continued coldly, “As for the explanation you want—there is none.”
“If you wish to die, come forward!”
Li Chaohui’s face darkened. “Very well. Then there is nothing more to say.”
Instantly, the three ordinary Saints stood shoulder to shoulder, icy killing intent radiating from them.
War was on the verge of erupting.
Yet just as they prepared to strike, Supreme Heaven Sovereign suddenly spoke again. “Before I send you on your way, this seat also has a question: which of your disciples killed Jiang Wu Dao and suppressed Ling Meng Han?”
What?
The three men stared at one another blankly.
Supreme Heaven Sovereign said, “This seat has received word: Jiang Wu Dao’s life lamp is extinguished, and Ling Meng Han has been suppressed.”
“Jiang Wu Dao was the Third Holy Son of my Yin-Yang Sect, at the peak of Cave Heaven realm. Though Ling Meng Han was slightly weaker, his talent was excellent. Together, they were invincible beneath the Saint level.”
“So tell me—which of your disciples killed Jiang Wu Dao?”
Tuoba Yunhe frowned. “How do we know if you’re telling the truth?”
“You doubt this seat’s word?” Supreme Heaven Sovereign replied. “If you don’t believe me, you may visit the Yin-Yang Sect’s Soul Hall and see for yourself whether Jiang Wu Dao’s life lamp has gone out.”
An Zaitian had been watching Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s expression closely. When the man mentioned Jiang Wu Dao, genuine, barely-contained killing intent flashed in his eyes—it was not an act.
An Zaitian hurriedly said, “Brother Tuoba, the Heaven Sovereign would not lie about something like this.”
“Jiang Wu Dao truly is dead.”
“Supreme Heaven Sovereign, I swear to you—my grandson An Ruoxi would never have raised his hand against Jiang Wu Dao.”
Tuoba Yunhe added, “I too swear upon the heavens—my grandson Tuoba Xiong would never have attacked Jiang Wu Dao or Ling Meng Han.”
Li Chaohui said, “Supreme Heaven Sovereign, I already explained—before Li Bei Hai entered the mountain, I repeatedly warned him not to raise a hand against allies. He would have obeyed me.”
Supreme Heaven Sovereign’s brow furrowed. “Then this is strange. If none of your people killed Jiang Wu Dao, then who did? And who suppressed Ling Meng Han?”
“Besides the disciples of your factions, who else inside Undying Mountain has the strength to kill Jiang Wu Dao?”
“Even now, you still refuse to admit it?”
As he finished speaking, his killing intent exploded like a tidal wave, crashing down upon them.
In an instant, the three ordinary Saints felt as though they could barely breathe.
“Wait, Heaven Sovereign!” An Zaitian called urgently. “There must be more to this.”
“Think carefully—we are all part of the same alliance, yet the dead are Jiang Wu Dao, Tuoba Xiong, An Ruoxi, and Li Bei Hai—all disciples of our alliance.”
“This can only mean one thing: someone is deliberately targeting our alliance!”
Li Chaohui nodded rapidly. “Exactly! Brother An is right—someone is targeting us.”
Tuoba Yunhe ventured, “Could it be the disciple from Chaos Holy Land?”
“Impossible,” Supreme Heaven Sovereign said. “Chaos Holy Land sent Yao Meng. Her strength is inferior even to Ling Meng Han. How could she kill Jiang Wu Dao and the others?”
“Then who?” Tuoba Yunhe frowned.
An Zaitian said, “Among the younger generation who entered, apart from our factions, the strongest are from Qingyun Sword Sect and the Central Continent Imperial Clan. Could Qingyun Sword Sect and the Imperial Clan have joined forces?”
Tuoba Yunhe said, “It’s possible. The Imperial Clan’s juniors are not weak, and with Yun Xi of Qingyun Sword Sect—if they launched a surprise attack, they might indeed have been able to kill Tuoba Xiong and the others.”
Li Chaohui said, “This whole affair is too strange.”
“In my opinion, we should remain here and wait. When someone comes out, we’ll get to the truth.”
“Heaven Sovereign, what do you think?”
“Fine.” Supreme Heaven Sovereign agreed at once, then added icily, “But if it turns out Jiang Wu Dao’s death is connected to any of your factions, then none of you will leave this place alive. Prepare to remain here and accompany him in death.”
