Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

"Holy Lord! Holy Lord!"

The newcomer was an old man dressed in the robes of an elder of the Wanlei Holy Land. He seemed to have run too fast, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, completely lacking the demeanor of a powerful figure he usually was.

His appearance brought the noise in the hall to an abrupt halt.

Xiao Baiyu and Jiang Keke stopped playing around, and everyone's attention turned to the anxious-looking elder.

The elder didn't even glance at Ye Feng and his fellow disciples; his entire focus was on one person. He rushed to Xiang Ling, knelt down without hesitation, and his voice trembled.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

Xiangling's emotions, which had just calmed down, suddenly rose to her throat again because of the elder's appearance. She bent down to support the elder and asked urgently, "Elder Liu, what happened? Tell me slowly!"

Elder Liu, panting heavily, his face filled with fear and despair, said in a trembling voice, "According to the news of death sent back by our spies in the Blood Nether Holy Land... the old Holy Lord of the Blood Nether Holy Land has emerged from seclusion!"

"What?" Xiangling's delicate body trembled violently.

"He learned of the Holy Lord Xue Wuyai's demise in the forbidden area, and he was furious!" Elder Liu's voice trembled with tears. "He... he has already announced to the world that he will personally lead an expedition. In three days, he will personally lead all the elites of the Blood Nether Holy Land to... to annihilate our Myriad Thunder Holy Land and avenge Xue Wuyai!"

boom!

This news shocked the junior sisters even more than Xiangling's previous grand gesture of respect to Ye Feng.

Annihilate a holy site!

This is not child's play!

Xiangling's face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color. She had just recovered from the immense joy of her father's rescue when this cruel reality plunged her into despair.

"Old Holy Lord Blood Nether..." she murmured to herself, her delicate body swaying precariously.

Others might not know, but as the Holy Maiden of the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land, how could she not know the terror of that old monster?

Although Xue Wuyai was also a Holy Lord, he was ultimately a rising star. The old Holy Lord, however, was a figure from the same era as her father, the Thunder God King—a true old demon who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His strength was more than ten times greater than Xue Wuyai's!

That was someone who had truly stepped into the threshold of the God King realm, and was only half a step away from being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with her father!

Now that their father is trapped, the Wanlei Holy Land is leaderless. How can they withstand the wrath of this old demon?

In an instant, the shadow of annihilation loomed over Xiangling's heart.

"Hmph, what old Holy Lord? He sounds so old, he's definitely not going to stand a chance!" Xiao Baiyu was the first to object. She stuffed the wine gourd back into Ye Feng's arms, put her hands on her hips, and looked like she was fearless.

"Dare to bully Sister Xiangling? I'll burn his lair to the ground!" The auras of the Azure Lotus Emperor's Heart Flame and the Myriad Beasts Emperor's Heart Flame rose uncontrollably around her, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

"Yes! Hit him!" Jiang Keke waved her little fists, eager to stir up trouble. "Keke's Heavenly Magic Form is perfect for practicing on him!"

Beside her, Murong Qingqing remained silent, but her fingertips were now covered with countless Soul-Devouring Gu, emanating a chilling aura of devouring. Bing Xian'er went even further, her Ancestral Phoenix Sword emitting a clear, resonant sword cry, a sword intent capable of freezing the soul locking onto the void outside the main hall.

They were all chosen ones, reincarnations of emperors, and their inherent pride would never bow to any threat.

Looking at her indignant junior sisters, Xiangling felt a surge of warmth in her heart, but the worry on her face remained undiminished. She glanced at them gratefully and shook her head bitterly.

"It's no use... That old Holy Lord is too strong."

She knew better than anyone that it was an enemy that couldn't be defeated by mere enthusiasm.

The atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely heavy because of this sudden bad news.

Despair is spreading.

However, amidst this solemnity, there was a discordant note.

"Gudu... gudu..."

Ye Feng opened the gourd lid and took a big gulp of wine. The spicy aroma of the wine mixed with the refreshing fragrance of the wine wafted in the air.

He smacked his lips, his face showing no worry whatsoever, but rather a hint of laziness and impatience at having his drinking mood interrupted.

His appearance was completely out of place with the tense atmosphere around him, and he stood out conspicuously.

Elder Liu knelt on the ground, a sense of absurdity washing over him as he witnessed this scene. The Holy Land was on the verge of destruction, and this man was still drinking? Who exactly was he?

Xiangling also noticed Ye Feng's composure. As if grasping at the last straw, she looked at him with a trembling hope.

"Brother Ye Feng..."

Ye Feng raised his eyelids, glanced at Elder Liu kneeling on the ground, then looked at Xiang Ling, whose face was full of despair, and finally spoke.

His voice still had that lazy tone, as if he were discussing the weather today.

"What's all the fuss about? The sky isn't falling down."

He curled his lip, seemingly dissatisfied with the commotion. "Isn't it just that old codger from the Blood Nether Holy Land is coming? What's the big deal?"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Elder Liu suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Feng with an expression as if he were a madman.

What's the big deal?

That's a war that will destroy an immortal lineage! That's an old demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years!

The junior sisters were also taken aback. Xiao Baiyu was about to retort, but Ye Feng's next words shut her up.

Ignoring the astonishment of the crowd, Ye Feng seemed to suddenly remember something, tilted his head, and asked Xiang Ling with some uncertainty.

"Does that old guy from the Blood Nether Holy Land have some junk called the 'Blood God Cauldron'?"

"Junk?"

Elder Liu's jaw almost dropped to the ground!

The Blood God Cauldron! That's the supreme imperial weapon of the Blood Nether Holy Land! It's an invincible magic weapon forged by the founding ancestor of the Blood Nether Holy Land using unparalleled divine materials. It has a fearsome reputation and has devoured more than one God King!

In this man's mouth, it actually became "a piece of junk"?

Xiangling's body trembled, and she nodded with difficulty, "Yes...yes, it is rumored that the old Holy Lord does indeed wield the Blood God Cauldron."

"Oh, then that's it."

Ye Feng nodded, looking as if he had just realized something.

He had heard of this Blood God Cauldron.

but.

In Ye Feng's eyes, it was nothing special.

It's nowhere near as powerful or awesome as my own wine gourd and the Immortal Execution Sword.