Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"This old man..."

"So he's not deaf after all? Was he just playing me for a fool just now?"

The strong figures under the cloaks all looked towards the old man holding a stool.

The old man grinned, showing his yellowing teeth, and chuckled, saying, "You Martial Clan rabble actually managed to find out that the lineage of the Tiance Clan is at this Star Picking Peak. Must have taken quite a bit of effort! But unfortunately, with this old man here, you'll never set foot near Star Picking Peak!"

Within the Mysterious Realm.

The eight ancient clans all have very meticulous and thorough surveillance over their territories.

Because of this...

These Martial Clan experts disguised themselves as traveling merchants and didn't directly attack Star Picking Peak in an ostentatious manner.

Otherwise.

As soon as they entered Tiance State, they would have been discovered by the Tiance Clan experts and ambushed. Destroying the Tiance Clan lineage would not have been so easy then!

Based on the intelligence they had gathered.

The Tiance Clan, to avoid exposing Star Picking Peak as the place where their lineage is concealed, did not station masters here.

But what they didn't expect was...

This supposedly ordinary deaf old man under Star Picking Peak was actually an expert of the Tiance Clan, lurking here to guard the peak.

Upon hearing the words of several Martial Clan experts.

The old man with white hair chuckled, adjusted the stool in his hand by straightening the four legs to form a handle. He waved it slightly, creating a whooshing sound.

The stool shed its modest appearance, exuding a dazzling light.

It was actually an ancient Yuan weapon!

"Martial Clan rabble, years ago, the Tiance Clan patriarch calculated that Zhao Wuji would bring a catastrophic blow to the Qingtian Realm, so we informed the Hall of Longevity about Zhao Wuji. It was not to harm your Martial Clan intentionally..."

The old man with white hair swung the stool, looking at the Martial Clan experts: "Now, thousands of years have passed, yet you're still seeking revenge for Zhao Wuji, trying to overthrow the entire Mysterious Realm, bringing disaster to countless lives in the Qingtian Realm. This old man has guarded Star Picking Peak for millennia; how could I let you succeed?"

"You old geezer, I'll see what you've got to stop us!"

The Martial Clan expert who had spoken earlier sneered.

As he sprinted.

Black glows surged around him, transforming into streaks of black lightning, bending and twisting, coalescing into a black Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand.

The spear in his hand emitted a resonant sound.

"Driven like a dragon!"

The spear moved like a dragon, formidable and unparalleled.

As the saying goes: a year for swords, a month for staffs, and a lifetime for spears!

To refine spear techniques to the utmost, it clearly requires enough time and diligent practice.

This Martial Clan expert was at the Human Venerate Realm Peak, having delved into spear training for thousands of years. He had already achieved the unity of man and spear; as he rushed forward, his steps were like flowing light, and his spear moved like a dragon!

The sharp spear glow struck directly towards the old man's chest.

It was a lethal move!

However...

The old man with white hair snorted coldly and swiftly swung the stool in his hand.

Dang!

A thunderous crash resounded across the entire Star Picking Peak.

The spear was knocked out of the opponent's hand by the stool, breaking into two pieces in mid-air, and then embedded into the ground with a hum.

The old man with white hair did not stop there; with a movement of his feet, he appeared in front of the Martial Clan expert.

"Watch out!"

"Damn it..."

The expressions of the Martial Clan experts changed drastically as they hurried to assist, but it was already too late.

Bam!

Golden light burst forth from the stool.

It smashed the head of the Martial Clan Human Venerate Realm expert to pieces, sending the entire body whizzing away, vanishing from sight in an instant.

"That stool can so easily break a ninth-grade Yuan weapon; it's probably at the sacred weapon level..."

"To wield a sacred weapon, is the old man a Saintly Honor Realm Master?"

"Damn the Tiance Clan for their cunning, to secretly place a Saintly Honor Realm master here..."

The Martial Clan experts were all furious, "Who exactly are you? According to our records, there's no such person among the Tiance Clan's sanctified masters..."

"Seems your Martial Clan isn't omnipotent! This old man has been living here for millennia, yet you've never discovered me..."

The old man with white hair scoffed, one hand behind his back, the other holding the stool glowing with golden light. Calmly, he said, "This old man's name is unchanged: Fang Qingyun of the Tiance Clan!"

"Fang Qingyun? The former Grand Elder of the Tiance Clan?"

"I've heard of him... But previously, the Tiance Clan declared to the public that Fang Qingyun failed to break through to the Sacred Venerate and died. Now it seems it was just a ruse to make you disappear from the world's sight and hide here..."

"The Tiance Clan, what heavy scheming!" The Martial Clan experts growled through gritted teeth.

"Huh, whether you're truly dead or pretending, after today, beneath Star Picking Peak will be your burial ground!" The figure at the forefront, wearing a black hood, spoke lowly.

Bang!

The cloak on him suddenly exploded into pieces.

"Then let's see if you have the ability to make it so!" Fang Qingyun sneered.

Unfazed, fearless.

He is someone who has lived since Ancient Times until now.

His combat power is certainly immense.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned by the Tiance Clan to such an important place, to guard the lifeblood of the Tiance Clan.

"Then you just watch and see if I have the capability!" The Martial Clan master took a step forward, his cloak having exploded and shattered into fragments.

Revealing a bald man, his face full of muscle, and his whole body brimming with explosive power.

Fang Qingyun, holding the stool fearlessly, stared at the bald man with resolve: "This old man does not kill nameless people; state your name!"

"Ninth Elder of the Martial Clan, Zhao Heng!" Zhao Heng clapped his hands on his chest.

Evidently, it was flesh colliding, yet it erupted with the clamor of metals clashing, with sparks faintly flying.

"Kill!"

The two shouted simultaneously.

Zhao Heng excelled in Transverse Refining Kung Fu; his skin and flesh were as tough as Yuan weapons, with immense strength. His body was a weapon, in no way inferior to sacred weapons!

"Old man, you must first break through my defense to qualify me to make a move!" Zhao Heng, relying on his formidable physique, showed no fear towards Fang Qingyun, who was also in the Saintly Honor Realm, and provoked.

"Too much arrogance... Let's see if your head is as hard as your words..." Fang Qingyun's eyes flashed with killing intent.

Zhao Heng laughed confidently: "Bring it on!"

"One strike to rule them all!"

Fang Qingyun roared.

An epic battle was about to commence with the wave of a stool...