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The Holy Lord Yaoguang's expression changed, his whole body shone brightly, and his divine power was ready to be unleashed.

The space in front of Yan Ruyu twisted and turned, and a somewhat thin and frail-looking young man broke through the heavenly barrier set up by the powerful figures and descended in front of Yan Ruyu.

The young man had delicate features and clear, bright eyes, as pure as lake water.

Her full head of black hair was very soft, each strand light and graceful, fluttering in the wind.

Wearing a light blue Taoist robe, he looked like he was from the same generation as Sha Xiao and the others who had been rejuvenated.

Who could see him without uttering a sound? What a dashing young nobleman!

However, the powerful figures present became tense the moment they saw the seemingly harmless boy.

"It's him!"

The imposing man lit the divine furnace in his hand and glanced at the Holy Lord Yaoguang with great interest.

"It was him? I've heard news of him before when I was in Zhongzhou."

After recalling for a while, the old prince of the Great Xia Dynasty found the boy's memories in his mind.

"The last time I saw him was eight hundred years ago, and we even had tea together back then."

"The Supreme Elder of Yaochi Holy Land said crisply, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone."

The Supreme Elder Ji Lan, who had finally managed to piece himself back together, clenched his fists upon seeing the young man, wanting to step forward, but ultimately dared not move.

Because that seemingly ordinary handsome young man was actually a demon king who roamed the Eastern Wilderness eight hundred years ago and turned the Southern Region upside down.

A roar that shatters mountains and rivers—the Peacock King!

Eight hundred years ago, he killed the Supreme Elder of the Ji family and fought a three-day, three-night battle with the Holy Lord of Yaoguang to a draw.

Even at the height of her power, Ji Lan was nothing more than a piece of cake in the hands of the Peacock King.

Moreover, having suffered repeated serious injuries, he was already feeling fear and dared not act rashly.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang glanced at Yan Ruyu and suddenly realized:

"So that's how it is! So you, little peacock, have long been a lackey of the Azure Emperor's lineage!"

"No wonder you showed up at my Yao Guang Temple before. It turns out you were trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain and use this little girl to collect the Demon Emperor's inheritance."

Pointing at Sha Xiao, the Holy Lord of Yao Guang suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, think back to how dashing you were back then, Peacock King, how noble your 'Five Phoenixes Cry' was, but in the end, didn't you still have to bow down to the extreme clans?"

"It's a pity you went to so much trouble to find such a dubious Demon Emperor's bloodline? Too bad, the Demon Emperor trusts outsiders more than them!"

"It seems that in these eight hundred years you have not only not taken a single step, but have also gone blind."

The Peacock King remained indifferent in the face of the provocation from the Holy Lord of Yao Guang.

He simply stretched out his right hand, as if there were an invisible rope in the void, and flicked his slender index finger in the air in front of him.

"Clang~~~"

The air rippled like the surface of a lake, and the clear chime of a bell rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

"Click-clack—"

As the ripples reached Yao Guang Holy Lord's side, all the array patterns he had secretly set up during their conversation were completely destroyed.

"Yaoguang, it seems that you are the one who has not made a breakthrough for eight hundred years."

The Peacock King spoke softly with a look of regret.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang fell silent after witnessing the Peacock King's probing attack.

The trash talk he just said might fool people who have never met the Peacock King, but it won't fool him.

He and the Peacock King truly fought to the point of madness, exhausting their divine power, their blood and bones staining the Southern Region.

That move just now was far superior to the one from eight hundred years ago.

He could sense that although the Peacock King looked ordinary, his internal energy was as vigorous as a volcano.

The seemingly ordinary surface conceals a long-accumulated potential, waiting only for an opportunity to break through to the pinnacle of the game.

The Peacock King pointed behind the Holy Lord of Yao Guang and the others, at Sha Xiao, whose eyes were closed under the glow of the Imperial Weapon, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Alright, I have no intention of dwelling on past grievances. But now that I'm here, you will no longer have the chance to harm him."

"All I desire is him and the Imperial Weapon. As for the other treasures of the Great Emperors, I will not contend for them. Is that enough?"

It was clearly one against five, but all the cultivators could tell.

The Peacock King was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he seemed to be saying, "I'm giving you face, so don't be ungrateful."

The dragon-transformation and Dao Palace cultivators, who had been swept to the ground by several powerful figures, gathered together to resist the possible aftershocks.

"Could it be that the Peacock King is stronger than the five ancient aristocratic families?"

Some of the dragon-transformation cultivators who had never left the Southern Region saw the Peacock King's words and several powerful figures remained silent, somewhat incredulous.

In the eyes of these minor cultivators, the Supreme Elders and Holy Lords of such holy lands are practically gods, so how could anyone refute them?

"Hehe, you don't know this, do you? When the Peacock King debuted eight hundred years ago, he was already on par with the Holy Lord of Yao Guang."

"Now that eight hundred years have passed, his cultivation level must have improved even further."

"But the Holy Lord of Yaoguang reached his bottleneck eight hundred years ago. Who knows if they can still fight to a draw again if they really fight?"

An old Taoist priest who had traveled to the Eastern Wilderness sneered.

An older dragon pointed at Sha Xiao and sneered:

"Now the Holy Lord Yaoguang and his group are in a dilemma."

A young man from the Bitter Sea respectfully asked:

"My lord, what do you mean by that?"

The elderly dragon, who had hardly any teeth left, stroked his beard and explained:

"The Demon Emperor's weapon is right there. Do you think it will acknowledge the demon race or the human race?"

"Kill that kid, and the Imperial Weapon will most likely unleash a burst of power, slaughter everyone, and then head straight for the Peacock King or that Azure Emperor bloodline, essentially doing all the work for someone else."

"But if we don't kill that kid, once the Peacock King attacks, he will most likely obtain the Emperor Weapon."

A young cultivator from the Four Extremes Sect interjected:

"If that's the case, why not grant the Peacock King's request?"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone looked over curiously.

Everyone wants to see which sect this innocent little one comes from, and they'll definitely want to take good care of him in the future.

Seeing the gazes directed at him, the four-star figure blushed with embarrassment.

He understood why as soon as he finished speaking.

If Sha Xiao and the Imperial Weapon are handed over to the Peacock King, then who lives and who dies will still be up to him.

The aging dragon stared at the sky and whispered:

"The only way now is to stall, to stall until the imperial weapon of the Yao Guang Holy Land arrives, then there will be hope."

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, the Peacock King was not surprised.

He stepped into the void and laughed loudly:

"Looks like we'll have to go through with this?"

Just then, Yan Ruyu's divine sense fluctuated, and she quietly reminded him:

"Lord Peacock King, there is a law left by the Emperor Ancestor three inches diagonally above and to the left of the ancient hall."

"If things are truly beyond our control, we must prioritize the safety of our elders."

"Oh?"

The Peacock King glanced at the ancient palace, then at the Supreme Elder of Yaochi who was unseen blocking the way, and understood the situation.

Looking down at Yan Ruyu, who possessed the most outstanding talent among the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness but was cautious in everything she did, the Peacock King sighed inwardly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

The lineage of the Azure Emperor suffered greatly, but the source of their suffering came from their ancestor, the Azure Emperor.

Although Wan Qing was the last emperor of the ancient era and his cultivation was unfathomable, his arrangements for his descendants were simply indescribable.

After becoming engrossed in his research, he hastily left behind a fake grave and went to the Immortal Realm to live a life of corpse transformation.

Apart from the opening date of the tomb, nothing else was left behind.

His actions have left the sacred lands in dire straits.

A holy land without supreme imperial weapons is like a phoenix without feathers; its treasures and imperial scriptures are coveted by everyone.

In particular, the Azure Emperor attained enlightenment through the elixir of immortality, and his lineage was located right next to the Yao Guang Holy Land.

Although no one knows about this.

However, after years of testing by the ruthless successor within the Yao Guang Holy Land, the Azure Emperor's bloodline is simply an all-around tonic.

As a result, in a very short time, the lineage left behind by the Azure Emperor was almost completely wiped out by the Yao Guang Holy Land through both overt and covert means.

Each time, only one or two are left outside to roam freely, actually waiting for them to cultivate themselves into a highly effective medicinal herb before harvesting them.

Before the Peacock King found them, the remaining descendants of the Azure Emperor had long since dwindled to just a handful of cats and kittens.

"Silly child, I understand."

The Peacock King patted Yan Ruyu on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Despite having a boy's face, a kind smile appeared on his face.

He turned and raised his foot, shattering the array patterns in the sky with a single step, his voice wild and domineering:

"What belongs to the Azure Emperor's bloodline, I will reclaim! Anyone who objects, step forward!"