Before the First Elder could respond, Gui Ying flipped his palm. In an instant, a faint white ball floated above it.
Glancing at the First Elder, he slowly said, "This young master believes you recognize this."
The mont the First Elder saw the faint white ball, her expression darkened. Clenching her hands, she frowned deeply.
’That is the soul of the Ancestor’s puppet. Since he has it, then he must be the one who destroyed it.’
With that thought, she looked away from the soul and coldly said, "Young Master, that soul belongs to our clan mber. Are you the one who killed him?"
Gui Ying smiled calmly. "Clan mber? This is only a re puppet."
Pausing for a second, he provocatively asked, "What? Do you want to avenge him?"
Knowing she was not his opponent, the First Elder suppressed her anger and forced a smile.
"As long as you return his soul to , we will forget this grudge," she said through gritted teeth.
Gui Ying was too lazy to waste ti with her.
His eyes flickered coldly as he muttered, "Since you won’t bring him out, then this young master will have to go in and find him myself."
The mont the First Elder heard this, her heart sank. "Defensive formation!"
As her voice echoed through the desolate surroundings, the leader and his companions quickly moved to form a formation in the air. However, before they could complete their hand seals, a powerful gust of wind swept past them.
Whoosh!
"Stop him!" the First Elder shouted in panic.
Before the guards could react, Gui Ying had already bypassed them and rushed toward the palace hidden in the Wu Di Abyss.
Using the connection between the faint white ball and its master, he flew straight into the main hall. After flying for a while, Gui Ying’s eyes flickered as he sneered coldly.
"Found you."
Holding the faint soul in his left hand, Gui Ying put away his Heavenly Brush and took out his sword. Landing outside the main hall’s entrance, he looked at the massive double doors in front of him.
Before he could do anything, the doors suddenly opened from the inside.
Groo—!
As Gui Ying stared into the darkness within, a cold, weak voice echoed from inside. "Please, co in."
Hearing this, Gui Ying stepped forward into the dark hall without hesitation.
The mont he passed through the massive doors, flas appeared along the walls, illuminating the spacious interior.
Gui Ying walked forward calmly, scanning his surroundings.
Tap... tap... tap...
With every step he took, more flas ignited. Noticing the throne made from demonic beast bones above the long stairs, Gui Ying paused in his tracks.
Staring at the white-haired man seated on the throne, his eyes flickered with certainty.
’As expected. He is still alive.’
Sitting cross-legged on the throne, the Ancestor opened his eyes. Looking down, he saw Gui Ying staring at him. His gaze then shifted to Gui Ying’s hand, and his eyes flickered at the sight of the faint soul.
As the two of them sized each other up, the hall fell into a silence so deep that even the faint crackling of the flas could be heard.
After a long pause, the Ancestor finally spoke. "Welco to my Heaven Palace. Child of the Gui Clan, why did you kill my puppet?"
Hearing this, Gui Ying sneered and shot back, "This young master doesn’t have ti to talk nonsense with you. You sent this puppet to my Gui Clan’s secret realm today, and you also injured the Yin-Yang Mirrors."
He paused for a second before asking coldly, his eyes flashing with killing intent, "Ancestor of the Tian Clan, are you planning to wage war against my Gui Clan?"
The mont his words fell, Gui Ying released ten percent of his true power, causing the pressure in the hall to increase a hundredfold.
Noticing the sudden surge in his aura—stronger and purer than before—surprise flashed across the Ancestor’s cold eyes.
Now looking at Gui Ying with interest, he said, "It’s a misunderstanding."
Gui Ying sneered at the poor excuse.
"Heh! Do you think a re misunderstanding can wipe away your offense against my Gui Clan? If you can’t give this young master an explanation today, then this young master won’t mind helping you clean up your house."
Hearing this, the Ancestor’s expression darkened. Frowning slightly, he said in warning, "Child of the Gui Clan, do not be too arrogant. Do you think you can defeat this Lord?"
As he spoke, the Ancestor slamd his palm against the armrest of the throne.
Bang!
In an instant, spiritual energy condensed into countless swords, all aid at Gui Ying.
Seeing this, instead of fear, excitent flickered in Gui Ying’s eyes. The corner of his lips curled upward as he kicked off the ground and leaped forward.
"Then let’s see who is stronger!" Gui Ying shouted as he slashed his sword horizontally toward the Ancestor.
Slash!
Whoosh!
The sword energy surged forward, causing the Ancestor’s white hair to flutter. His expression sank as he waved his hand.
In an instant, the spiritual energy swords hovering in the air ca alive. Wherever the Ancestor pointed, they shot forward.
Whoosh—!
The mont the spiritual swords collided with Gui Ying’s sword energy, they exploded.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground shook, and fragnts of rock fell from the high ceiling.
Before the dust could settle, Gui Ying burst through the cloud of debris, charging straight at the Ancestor.
Noticing that the sword in his hand had transford into the Heavenly Brush, the Ancestor’s eyes flickered briefly.
His expression hardened as he flipped his hand, summoning a black sword into his palm. The mont he grasped it, the Ancestor vanished from the throne.
Gui Ying’s talisman missed its target, destroying the throne into pieces.
Boom!
Leaping backward, he scanned the surroundings, searching for his opponent. However, he suddenly lost track of him.
Tap.
The mont his feet touched the ground, Gui Ying sensed danger coming from behind.
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