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

Vast ocean of stars!

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Thunders!

Above the sect's grand formation, the void was violently torn apart by an invisible force, and a deep rift appeared out of nowhere.

Ye Feng, carrying his rusty ancient sword on his back and a wine gourd in one hand, lazily walked out of the crack first, exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

Following closely behind, five stunningly beautiful women, Bing Xian'er, Xiao Baiyu, Murong Qingqing, Li Yanran, and Jiang Keke, each with their own unique charm, escorted the Holy Master Xiangling as they also emerged.

However, the peaceful scene that should have been in front of the mountain gate was now completely gone.

Tens of thousands of disciples and elders of the Wanlei Holy Land gathered in the huge training ground, their faces filled with lingering anxiety and solemnity.

When Xiangling's figure was seen, a commotion arose in the crowd.

An elderly man, dressed in a white robe with thunder patterns, with white hair and beard and a dignified face, pushed through the crowd and strode forward to greet them.

He is Lei Qianjun, the Grand Elder of the Wanlei Holy Land, whose power and influence within the sect are immense, second only to the Holy Lord.

Lei Qianjun's gaze lingered briefly on Xiangling before falling on Ye Feng beside her, revealing an undisguised scrutiny and dissatisfaction.

"Holy Lord, you've finally returned!"

Lei Qianjun's voice was loud and clear, with a hint of questioning: "The Blood Nether Holy Land has come to our door to bully us. Instead of thinking about how to discuss countermeasures with the sect elders, you took an outsider and risked your life alone. Such behavior is far too reckless!"

These words instantly made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.

Many elders showed expressions of approval, clearly indicating that they also had reservations about Xiangling's actions as the young Holy Lord.

"The Grand Elder is right, Holy Lord. What was the outcome of your trip? Did the Blood Nether Holy Land back down?" another elder asked anxiously.

They had prepared for the worst, which would mean nothing more than ceding territory, paying reparations, and swallowing their anger.

Faced with everyone's questions and concerns, Xiangling's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

She showed no panic or guilt whatsoever. Instead, her stunningly beautiful face held a calm that was incomprehensible to others, and even... a hint of pity.

She ignored the elder's questioning and slowly scanned everyone present, from the anxious disciples to the worried elders.

"Everyone."

Xiangling parted her red lips slightly, her voice not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire square.

"From now on, my Wanlei Holy Land will no longer have to worry about the threat from the Blood Nether Holy Land."

Upon hearing this, Lei Qianjun raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly.

"Oh? Could it be that the old demon Xue Qianqiu has taken a liking to us and is willing to reconcile? Holy Lord, what price did you pay?"

In his view, this was bound to be a humiliating negotiation.

Xiangling shook her head.

"Do not."

Her voice was firm.

"Because the Blood Nether Holy Land no longer exists."

In an instant, the entire square fell into a deathly silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, wondering if they had misheard.

It no longer exists?

What does it mean?

"Hahaha!"

After a brief silence, Elder Lei Qianjun suddenly burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.

"Holy Lord! Are you joking with me? Or have you been scared out of your wits by that old demon Xue Qianqiu?!"

He pointed at Xiangling, trembling with anger.

"That's an immortal holy land that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! You're saying it no longer exists? That's utterly ridiculous!"

"Elder, has the Holy Lord suffered some kind of shock?"

"Yes, how can you say such things..."

The disciples whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with worry and confusion as they looked at Xiangling.

Despite the overwhelming criticism, Xiangling remained calm and composed.

She slowly raised her slender finger and, under everyone's astonished gaze, pointed at Ye Feng, who had acted as if nothing had happened and was drinking by himself the whole time.

"I'm not joking."