Dethrone me, I don't want the throne anymore, why are you so angry?

Hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao glanced at Ye Yu, smiled faintly and said: "Boy, you are so amazing that you can let the people of Zixiao Sword Sect stand up for you."

"Although I don't know what means you used, but since you haven't performed the apprenticeship ceremony, it doesn't count in my eyes."

"What's more, even if you become a disciple, you will only be an ordinary disciple. Ye Xuan is my, Ren Xiaoyao's, direct disciple. You don't really think that this old man will tear his face with me for you, do you?"

After Ren Xiaoyao finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Ling Yunzi.

Ling Yunzi did not refute at this moment, but looked straight at Ye Yu, as if waiting for something.

Ye Yu naturally knew what Ling Yunzi meant. With a flip of his hand, a long sword shining with purple-gold light suddenly appeared in his hand.

The moment the Zixiao Sword appeared, the Jiuling Sword Monument in the square suddenly let out a buzzing sound, as if it had encountered a powerful enemy!

The moment he saw the Zixiao Sword, Ren Xiaoyao's face completely sank and he stared at Ye Yu intently. If looks could kill, Ye Yu believed that he would have been chopped to pieces by Ren Xiaoyao by now.

Not only Ren Xiaoyao, the other four elders of the Nine Spirit Sword Sect also flashed over and came close, with murderous intent surging around them.

The five masters of the Divine Transformation Realm displayed murderous intent, as if the air around them had condensed into frost, sending a chill through everyone's hearts.

They all took a few steps back involuntarily, wanting to stay away from this place of trouble.

Ling Yunzi looked at the Zixiao Sword in Ye Yu's hand and froze in place for a moment, tears streaming down his face. He no longer looked like a master at all.

"Elder Ren, why don't you take action? This man insulted Xiao Xuan, we can't let him go like this!" Liu Ruyan was pushed out by Ye Xuan and spoke.

Ye Xuan sensed that the atmosphere was not right and secretly took a few steps back.

"You said no one can be let go?" Ling Yunzi's cold voice sounded, filled with endless anger.

"We can't let Ye Yu go. What's wrong? Don't think that you are great just because you have a high level of cultivation. No matter how strong you are, you are just one person. We have five powerful gods here." Liu Ruyan's body was trembling, but she still said it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yunzi's aura suddenly burst out, and his body seemed to turn into a sharp sword. A sword energy suddenly burst out and went straight towards Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan was horrified and her legs went limp as she collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Ren Xiaoyao acted in time to block the sword energy.

"Today is my disciple's apprenticeship ceremony. If you mess around again, don't blame me for not giving you face!" Ren Xiaoyao said coldly.

Ling Yunzi glanced at Liu Ruyan and sneered, "Finding the Saint of Zixiao today is a happy event. I won't bother with a dying man like you!"

The Holy Son of Zixiao?

As soon as these four words fell, everyone in the audience was shocked.

It is a name unique to forces like the Zixiao Sword Sect or the Jiuling Sword Sect.

In short, this title is equivalent to the crown prince in the dynasty, but the status is higher than that of the crown prince. In the sect, the power of the title of Holy Son can even surpass that of the head of the sect.

But who is the Holy Son of Zixiao?

Could it be...

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Yu at this moment.

All signs indicate that Ye Yu is the Holy Son of Zixiao.

But is this possible? The people present knew a lot about Ye Yu. Ye Yu was a native of Qingzhou.

The only time he left Qingzhou was probably during the last Hundred Dynasties War. How did he inexplicably become the Holy Son of Zixiao?

But the next moment, everyone saw Ling Yunzi slowly kneeling on one knee in front of Ye Yu, "Grand Elder Ling Yunzi of Zixiao, hello to the Holy Son!"

There was dead silence.

Ye Fan and Liu Ruyan stared at Ye Yu with their eyes wide open, unable to believe it. They couldn't imagine what was happening before their eyes.

The other forces around here are regretting their decision.

They regretted not helping Ye Yu when he was in trouble, and regretted not making friends with him when Ye Yu was still young.

The apprenticeship ceremony of a great elder of the Nine Spirit Sword Sect caused a sensation in Qingzhou, not to mention the apprenticeship of a Holy Son!

Now, in terms of status, Ye Yu is enough to look down on everyone present, including the great leader of the Nine Spirit Sword Sect, Xiaoyao.

Ye Xuan gritted his teeth and lowered his head at this moment, his whole body trembling constantly. Resentment, jealousy, and countless emotions surged in his heart.

Why, why, why did I take away everything from Ye Yu, but in the end I was still no match for Ye Yu!

Ye Yu helped Ling Yunzi up and turned to look at Ren Xiaoyao, "Elder Ren, are you coming?"

Ren Xiaoyao's face was ashen at this moment, his fists clenched, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, veins popped on his forehead, and he said with a twitch of his mouth: "In that case, let's drop this matter!"

Now that Ye Yu’s identity as the Holy Son of Zixiao was exposed, he could not and dared not kill Ye Yu again, at least not in such a fair and open manner.

With Ling Yunzi here, he no longer has a chance. If he had known this, he should have killed Ye Yu during the Hundred Dynasties War.

Ye Yu glanced at him, then his gaze fell on Ye Xuan. Looking at his dejected expression, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The purpose has been achieved.

He did not expect to use his identity as the Holy Son of Zixiao to kill Ye Xuan this time, nor did he expect to gain much benefit this time.

But after this incident, according to Ye Xuan's temperament, his mentality will be greatly damaged. But for a sword cultivator, the most important thing is the heart that never moves forward!

Secondly, Daqin's reputation will also rise to a higher level. It can be said that Dayan made this event so grand and took great pains to invite so many people, but in the end it was all to Ye Yu's benefit.

This will be a heavy blow to Dayan’s morale!

"In that case, we'll be leaving now. Royal brother, congratulations on joining the Nine Spirit Sword Sect." Ye Yu smiled at Ye Xuan and turned to leave.

Ren Xiaoyao and others did not stop it, as they had already lost face enough.

Liu Ruyan slumped on the ground, looking at Ye Yu's back. This was the first time she felt that Ye Yu's back was so radiant and she murmured, "Did I really make the wrong choice?"

After she finished speaking, Liu Ruyan coughed lightly, and a few strands of white hair fell down, but she didn't notice.

Ye Xuan, who was standing by, also heard this, and his gaze towards Liu Ruyan suddenly became extremely cold.

Ye Yu and his companions turned around and had not walked far when a streak of light suddenly appeared in the air and landed in the center of the square in the blink of an eye.

After seeing who it was, Ling Yunzi was startled and asked in surprise, "Why is this guy here too?"

"Who is he?" Ye Yu asked as he looked at the ragged old man carrying a broken sword on his back and holding a pale little girl in his arms.

"Elder Ren, I beg you, please save my granddaughter. I am willing to pay any price to save her!" The old man came up and said this in an urgent tone.