Chapter 533: Heavenly Palace Heroes Face Off

Children speak the purest truth. What could a two-year-old child understand? Perhaps she had genuinely heard such words and merely repeated them.

The Madman of Tianshuan, an existence comparable to an ancient sage, weighed on everyone's hearts like a great mountain. Who wasn't wary of him? Silence fell over the hall.

"What does a mere little girl know? She's just talking nonsense!" a Supreme Elder from Wanchu spoke up, not wanting people to be intimidated by this, and wishing to tear Ye Fan limb from limb.

But no one echoed him. Better to be safe than sorry; everyone knew that the old madman had once walked with Ye Fan and had long been unrivaled in the Eastern Wasteland.

Legend had it that ancient sages possessed boundless power and were omnipotent. No one could fathom their depths; they were akin to deities walking the earth.

Even in ancient times, such individuals were rarely born. Hence, they were revered as sages, admired by all races and honored for ten thousand generations!

"The Saint Body must die, or the wrath of the world will not be appeased!" An elder from Zifu spoke; he was the second to speak.

However, the others still did not express their opinions, because they were deeply wary, fearing the old madman might truly appear.

Ancient sages could destroy all things with a mere glance. A single drop of their essence blood could kill a great power, and they were omnipotent on the ancient lands, able to summon wind and rain.

Even a single strand of their hair, shed naturally, was as heavy as an ancient divine peak, weighing billions of catties, and could cut down thousands of troops and horses.

It could be said that ancient sages were almost divine beings. Every drop of their blood, every inch of their flesh, and every bone was a supreme divine object. Their power was terrifying beyond imagination!

"Even with a sage's protection, one must still adhere to reason. This child is cruel and ruthless, having killed so many fellow cultivators who were all our old friends. How can we let him go? He must be executed!"

Finally, a great power from the Northern Plains Golden Family spoke. He sat majestically, speaking righteously, and declared that Ye Fan must be killed.

The ancient Hierarch of the Yin-Yang Sect from Central Plains, though his lifespan was nearing its end, possessed monstrous power that sent shivers down spines. At this moment, his expression was calm, but his words were cold as he said: "As sages, we discern right from wrong. Slaying this child to appease the vengeful spirits is not contradictory to the ways of a sage. Why should you worry so much? You and I can both execute him!"

In the grand hall, white mist swirled across the floor, rising above people's knees. Behind each jade table sat a powerful overlord, each like a dormant savage dragon, concealing terrifying vital energy within their bodies, emanating dreadful fluctuations.

At this moment, everyone was stirred, and murderous intent permeated the air. Many began to voice their agreement.

"Now he dares to kill even Saint Lords! If he is allowed to grow, won't he overturn the Eastern Wasteland? How can the grieving souls be appeased if he isn't killed!"

"He lured overlords from various factions into Jiang and then murdered them. With so many dead, how can anger be appeased if he isn't killed?"

The fuse was lit. Though the overlords themselves remained silent, their elders and subordinates spoke up one after another, demanding Ye Fan's immediate execution.

"You're all bad people, bullying Big Brother! Uncle Madman will come save us!" Little Nannan wrinkled her nose, and her childish words echoed through the hall.

Ye Fan smiled, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and asked: "Why were you present in the Myriad Dragons' Nest?"

"Naturally, you led us there!" an elder from Zifu retorted.

"Who forced me to lead the way to clear my name?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

...Many were speechless, only murderous intent remained.

"And who repeatedly stated that it was a place of great danger and not to be entered?" Ye Fan asked without a ripple of emotion, as if discussing something unrelated to himself.

"You knew a great catastrophe was about to occur, so why didn't you explain clearly and stop everyone?" The elder from Wanchu roared.

"Who slandered me as the successor of the Ruthless Emperor? I tried to explain and resist, but was denounced, and they wanted to kill me. Was I given a chance to explain in detail?" Ye Fan's expression was indifferent.

"So you're claiming to be in the right? You killed so many overlords, yet you want to get away scot-free. If you're not killed, heaven's principles will not tolerate it!" Someone from the True Demon Palace shouted.

The Saint Lord of Wanchu, the Deputy Hierarch of the Yin-Yang Sect, the Golden Family Patriarch's younger brother, the Master of Misty Peak, and the Palace Lord of the True Demon Palace had all perished.

The Saint Lord of Zifu was left with only his head, and elders from various factions also suffered heavy losses. Too many prominent figures had died, and naturally, they were unwilling to let the matter rest.

Ye Fan said nothing, merely taking out a beautiful jade and fixing it in the void. Within it, scenes and the words of the people appeared.

"Why they entered the Myriad Dragons' Nest, and what happened at the time, is clearly recorded within."

This was everything Ye Fan had recorded with the divine jade. All the events of that day played back rapidly, revealing his helplessness and predicament clearly.

This left many speechless. To be frank, they had brought it all upon themselves. To describe it as 'they deserved it' would not be an overstatement!

"No matter what, you killed so many people, and you must pay with your life!" a Supreme Elder from the Yin-Yang Sect shouted.

Wanchu, Zifu, the Golden Family, the True Demon Palace, Misty Peak, and others all echoed, their voices severe.

"Pay your ass!" the big black dog grumbled, almost inaudibly, but given the caliber of those present, many still heard it.

"Where did that dog come from? Get it out of here!" The Supreme Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect was almost bursting with rage.

"Shut your mouth!" The Monkey jammed his decaying fierce weapon into the ground like a great club, producing a resounding "thud." Everyone now knew that the Primordial Royal Families were about to emerge, and they were all wary of him, truly fearing he might summon a few terrifying kings in the future.

"Everyone, I have made multiple copies of this divine jade and distributed them widely throughout the world," Ye Fan spoke unhurriedly, saying: "If you think I am in the wrong, then let these jade records circulate in the world, and let everyone judge for themselves."

Everyone's expression froze. Such a matter, if spread by word of mouth, would not be significant; if Ye Fan died, the various great sects could easily fabricate charges against him.

However, if genuine evidence were to circulate in the world, many major powers would truly be in a difficult position.

Ye Fan felt no fear in his heart. At worst, it would be a complete mutual destruction; he could bring forth the Primordial Sage, break the seal, and cause a river of blood.

"The dead are gone, and the fault does not lie with Ye Fan. All of you should consider the human race's plight after the Primordial Races emerge," the Queen Mother of the West spoke.

Many wanted to speak, but found it difficult to contradict the female Saint Lord of Jade Lake. This time, the Queen Mother of the West had exerted great effort, using the Divine City Stone Token to rescue them.

"Thud!"

The Heavenly Palace trembled. Many disciples from the sacred grounds at the hall entrance were sent flying as three powerful figures strode in, each with a formidable aura that inspired awe.

The Peacock King, with light, flowing hair, appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen, looking quite handsome. Yet, his demonic might shook the world; a single roar could shatter mountains and rivers.

"Those people deserved to die; they completely brought it upon themselves!" He entered with these words, clearly there to support Ye Fan.

He was a figure at the pinnacle of the Great Power realm's hierarchy. Like Nangong Zheng, he was very likely to break through this realm and enter a more profound domain.

Beside him, the Green Flood Dragon King was tall and burly, appearing as a middle-aged man. His vital energy was like a vast sea, truly terrifying.

The third person was even more terrifying. He wore an ancient Daoist robe that seemed centuries old, and his bronzed skin was dry and wizened, but his spirit was sharp and vigorous. He was none other than Daoist Red Dragon.

He was over three thousand years old, a generation older than most Saint Lords. He had almost stepped beyond the Great Power realm, someone who could walk unhindered in the Eastern Wasteland, daring to brazenly pursue and kill Saint Lords.

Even the Monkey King frowned slightly upon seeing him. The last time, in the Divine City, he had suffered a great loss at the hands of old Daoist Red Dragon.

"If he was killed, he was killed. If they died, they died. What more do you want?" Daoist Red Dragon said indifferently, sweeping his gaze across everyone.

The three astonishing Demon Kings arriving together brought with them an immense oppressive aura, making everyone feel incredibly wary in their hearts.

"Red Dragon, after fifteen hundred years, you still have the same temper. Aren't you meddling too much?" The supreme ancient Hierarch of the Yin-Yang Sect from Central Plains spoke.

"If you disagree, come fight me!" Daoist Red Dragon sneered, utterly unconcerned, and said: "Aren't you ashamed to act this way towards a junior? I've decided to protect the Saint Body!"

"Red Dragon, don't think you're invincible under heaven. It's not impossible that we might have a fight." The old Hierarch of the Yin-Yang Sect, whose lifespan was nearing its end, naturally feared nothing.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu, a descendant of the Azure Emperor, also appeared at the entrance of the grand hall. Her dark hair was like clouds, adorned with a Nine Phoenix Hairpin. She wore an exquisite jade-threaded gown depicting mountains and rivers. She was as pure as a divine lotus, unparalleled in grace and beauty, with a peerless countenance.

However, her appearance caused many hearts to pound wildly, a foreboding sense of ill omen rising within them.

Everyone knew that several great demon lords protected her, representing a will of the demon race. Both the Peacock King and Daoist Red Dragon could easily borrow the Ultimate Holy Weapon from her.

Currently, only the Holy Weapon left by the Azure Emperor could be used easily, without needing to suppress any 'hidden powers'. It was the most unstable factor currently, and numerous great sects deeply feared it.

"Greetings, seniors." Ye Fan stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The Peacock King patted his shoulder, then looked towards some of the Hierarchs, saying: "You rely on your power to intimidate others, but are you not afraid of us? If you're unconvinced, then come out and fight!"

The Patriarch of the Northern Plains Golden Family, whose body surged with golden essence, said: "What's wrong with a fight? Do you think we're afraid of you?"

"Precisely, if it's a fight, then let's fight. With so many fellow cultivators here, do the three of you intend to disrupt the Jade Lake Peach Festival?" Someone from Misty Peak also echoed.

In the grand hall, many powerful figures stood up. Many overlords also began to speak, directing their words at the three Demon Kings, as murderous intent filled the air.

"The Jade Lake only holds a grand assembly once every five hundred years, and each time there are Saint Lord level battles. If our words don't align, then let's meet on the life-and-death battle stage!"

Wu Dao, Tu Tian, Jiang Yi, and others among the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Region all stood up, lining up alongside the Peacock King and the others.

Different factions, having harbored grievances for many years, were now about to ignite. Many overlords were about to be drawn into the conflict.

"Why must you all go to such lengths?" the Queen Mother of the West spoke to dissuade them, not wishing for a bloody battle to erupt. Although Jade Lake always prepared a battle stage, she never wished to see it used.

"Brother Red Dragon, after a separation of two thousand years, you and I are still alive, indeed!" Daoist Crow spoke, seemingly with great emotion.

"You're still alive too. Among our old friends from back then, only we remain," Daoist Red Dragon nodded, filled with much emotion.

Everyone felt a sense of unease. This living fossil had clearly also sided with them. If it truly came to a battle on the stage, this hurdle would be difficult to overcome.

Daoist Crow was absolutely a terrifyingly powerful master!

"What, still unconvinced? Shall we have a fight then?!" The Peacock King swept his gaze over everyone again, sneering repeatedly.