In the thirty-six cities of the Secret Realm, the number of people truly cultivating isn’t particularly large. Even though the Central Eight Cities are relatively prosperous, a family typically has at most one to two thousand cultivators, totaling only a few tens of thousands of people.
Among these tens of thousands, the majority are but ants in the Innate Late Stage. Those truly above Foundation Establishnt possibly don’t even make up five to six thousand.
As for the eight thousand they brought out, only a bit over two thousand are truly above Foundation Establishnt.
In contrast, the number of Xuann cultivators is significantly higher. As for those above Foundation Establishnt, during this battle with the Evil Sect, there are four to five thousand; after accounting for the losses, there are still more than thirty thousand.
Should a real fight ensue, not even these Old Monsters, despite their prowess, could single-handedly contend against tens of thousands of cultivators above Foundation Establishnt.
"Is this a threat?" Senior Feng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke coldly.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong and chilling aura spread out, making one’s skin crawl.
Many Xuann Cultivators involuntarily took a few steps back, yet still found it hard to conceal their inner fear.
Ye Haochuan, who had faced beings like Hu Ji before, was considered well-experienced. However, when facing Senior Feng, he still felt sowhat daunted in his heart.
"Senior Feng, you misunderstand! I have no intention of threatening you. I just wanted to say that perhaps our Xuann could help you kill those Exotic Beasts and take over the Secret Realm." Ye Hao wore a smile, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.
Senior Feng’s brows slightly furrowed. Although Ye Hao seed to be showing submission on the surface, he wasn’t retreating in the least. The aning was clear: if you forcefully want Ye Haochuan, be prepared for an all-out war with us Xuann.
As for Yang Sen and Ye Hao, Senior Feng didn’t take them seriously, but he was sowhat apprehensive about the tens of thousands of cultivators above Foundation Establishnt.
Moreover, he hadn’t co this ti to fight with Xuann.
"It doesn’t matter if we don’t get this kid!" Senior Feng suddenly said, "As long as you allow us to inhabit your Ancient Martial Arts Sect’s Sub-Shaking Dinsion Realm, to compensate for our losses in the Secret Realm, I won’t hold this against you!"
"What? You’re asking for the moon!" Just as Senior Feng finished speaking, a Xuann Cultivator shouted angrily.
The Sub-Shaking Dinsion Realm is the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Sect, and it’s the most important base for Xuann. Senior Feng, asking for it outright, clearly intends to undermine Xuann’s foundation.
Ye Hao’s expression shifted slightly, and he said in a solemn voice, "Senior Feng, you are of the highest seniority here, and as a junior, I naturally respect you. But your request is rather..."
Senior Feng’s face slightly changed, and he said, "Your people from Xuann caused our world to be lost; shouldn’t you compensate us with a world of equal level? We haven’t even settled the account for the many deaths and injuries in our Secret Realm yet!"
"Indeed, my grandson broke the Formation Foundation, but that too was forced by your people from the Secret Realm. How can it be entirely blad on my grandson?"
Ye Hao refused to yield, "Moreover, those Formation Foundations had been around for countless years, presumably already severely worn out. Even if my grandson hadn’t broken them, they might not have lasted much longer. Placing all the responsibility on my grandson is hardly fair!"
"This is just quibbling!" Senior Feng took half a step forward, and his overwhelming aura spread like a flood.
Ye Hao felt imnse pressure, and his brows furrowed deeply.
Senior Feng’s strength was truly formidable, several tis more powerful than Elder ng.
However, he knew he couldn’t retreat; if he did, he would lose all negotiating leverage.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his body from instinctively backing away. Although the whole process was quite laborious, he maintained an appearance of nonchalance.
"Senior Feng, are you trying to bully us with your power?" Ye Haochuan, who hadn’t spoken much, suddenly spoke up.
"Hmm?" Senior Feng gazed at Ye Haochuan with a look of surprise.
At that mont, Ye Haochuan seed entirely unaffected by Senior Feng’s aura, displaying an air of calmness.
"How is this possible? Even Ye Hao could barely withstand the pressure; how is this kid acting as if nothing happened?" Senior Feng thought, scrutinizing Ye Haochuan.
In his eyes, it was obvious that Ye Hao was rely pretending to be calm, whereas Ye Haochuan was genuinely unaffected.
In the next mont, Senior Feng noticed an array pattern flashing beneath Ye Haochuan’s feet, which explained the key to the situation.
Even so, he couldn’t suppress his inner shock. What kind of formation could allow a Nascent Soul Early Stage ant to achieve a level stronger than Ye Hao?
The Feng family’s heritage technique is formation, and he had been studying it for over a hundred years, yet he couldn’t think of any formation with such power.
With this thought, he glanced at the feet of the other Xuann mbers. This glance made his frown deepen.
Previously, he had been confident in his strength and hadn’t paid attention to this group of ordinary cultivators. Now, seeing them, he realized every Xuann mber had a similar formation beneath their feet as Ye Haochuan.
Although they didn’t seem as powerful as Ye Haochuan, with this formation enhancing them, their strength presumably increased as well.
Senior Feng then looked at Ye Hao again and noticed Ye Hao didn’t have such a formation under his feet. If Ye Hao had this formation, who knows how strong he would beco.
As he thought of this, Senior Feng made a resolve in his mind; no real conflict should break out with Xuann, or else the people of the Secret Realm would undoubtedly perish at their hands.
Despite such thoughts, his face remained expressionless.
"You brat, stop being glib. Our Secret Realm was destroyed by you—don’t we deserve compensation?" Senior Feng said coldly, looking at Ye Haochuan.
"As I said, it was the Gu Family that instigated this. I didn’t intend to destroy the Formation Foundation. We can indeed compensate, but you can’t just make exorbitant demands." Ye Haochuan replied fearlessly.
Ye Hao seized the chance and said, "Haochuan is right. We are willing to compensate, but you cannot say whatever you want as the price. You only have eight thousand people, asking for an entire Dinsion world is a waste of resources.
How about this, you can choose any city within the Sub-Shaking Dinsion Realm as your base?"
"Ye Hao, you little brat, a Dinsion world and a city are not the sa! If you’re this insincere, there’s no need for negotiations. We can just wipe you out, and let’s see who else in Xuann can stop us..." Elder ng, instantly furious, wanted to make a move.
"Stop!" Senior Feng suddenly shouted sternly.
Elder ng, despite his fiery temper, didn’t dare to act rashly in front of Senior Feng and withdrew sullenly.
Senior Feng then turned to look at Ye Hao and said, "Giving just a city is not impossible, but I have one more request!"
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